A Chance Encounter of the Worst Kind.

[Gamazson]

Michelle could swear that she had heard politer moaning in torture sessions. Her little thruster maneuver woke the ship up. Not that she cared, and nor would they. The six people in that fighter meant an extra 20 000 credits per head. No crew would complain about an extra few grand on their pay.

“For frak sakes girl, you could have just used the comm. It is certainly nicer then rolling us out of our beds onto the floor.”

“Sorry Owen, the comm wouldn’t have dragged your fat backside out fast enough. See that black spec out there?” Michelle pointer out past the blood stain on the window. “There was a major pirate attack here and they are survivors.”

“Really? Well let’s do somebody a favor and leave no witnesses” Owen swung himself into Driskills chair and started appointing tasks to the various sections of the ship preparing for some new arrivals.

"The boss won't like you sitting there!" whined Vaan. Sometimes he really got under her skin. Nothing short of a bulk head collapse in Seth's cabin would wake him from his usual 14 hour cat naps.

Owen completely ignored Vaan and turned his attention toward their prey. “You want to sweet talk them or should I?”

“Oh you do it darling! Heha You have such a commanding voice”

“Oi Vann, move it!” Pushing Vann out of his seat Owen sat down and began setting up a comm Channel. Making sure to switch it onto the load speaker as well Owen issued his typical ultimatum.

‘Oi, mother-fraker! Ya you! Look, you are what is commonly known as fraked. We have you under our guns. Power down your ship or we will spread you across the system like jelly.” No response, Owen hailed again. “Hey you hear me fraker? Power down.”

After a few moments of silence the vulnerable little craft replied. Never in her life had heard such a stupid response to a pirates demand. The loud speakers filled with the laugh of a person on the edge. “MUAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

Michelle and Owen exchanged looks.

“Michelle how many people are in that thing?” asked Owen in one of the most serious voices she has ever heard.

“Six why? We got him out gunned, we can take him. You’re not getting cold feet are you?”

“Nah I was just thinking that we had better only count on five heads. Sounds like someone has a software glitch.” Reaching back for the microphone sends one last message. “Look Frak wad, re-adjust your head tuner to the current reality for a second. Either surrender or you die.”

“Oh he is running!” Exclaimed Michelle. Just what she needed to get off before going to bed, a nice solid chase.

As if to spoil her mood Vaan did his job for a change. Seconds after the fraker in the view screen hit his cruise engines the white streak of a cruise disruptor came flying from the Mistess’s nose. It did a complete 90 degree turn. A smile crept onto Michelle face when Vaan exclaimed “Frak I missed!”

“Stop practicing your lines for the dock lizards Vaan” Owen always had a good comeback. “I don’t believe this crazy fraker. He is flying into Seto's gaddarn atmosphere. Thats what, 70% hydrogen?”

“Haha! He has balls I will give him that. Too bad mine are bigger.” Michelle removes elastic from her hair and wraps it around the afterburner trigger. Angling the nose of the Mistress at the planet Michelle spared herself a moment to devise what she was going to do to this guy when she had him.

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