Deep in space, on a calm peaceful planet known as Greeslebrorgifazerm, a large tribe of happy little people known as the Greesles lived in isolation from the rest of the galaxy. They picked their fruits, harvested their crops, made virgin sacrifices to their heathen gods. All was peaceful. Within said tribe, though, lived a stargazer. A nice man. He had a wife and a young daughter. They would all look up to the sky at night to watch the shooting stars fly by, but the stargazer couldn't help but think those shooting stars were something more. His fears were realized when he noticed a rather large one getting bigger and bigger, getting larger with each passing day. He told his tribe's elders to heed his warnings, to make peace with themselves before the world as they knew it ended. The elders laughed in his face as they cut it off and put his remains in a pot of stew for their god of soup, Vargeeshiv. as they commenced in their rituals and such, the wife and daughter of the stargazer looked up into the sky at the burning light headed their way. The mother could now see that there were now two lights next to each other as well as a large shadowed mass behind them. the wife could also hear what sounded like an abomination of the night, howling, it's cries getting louder and louder as the two lights and the large mass made its way to the poor planet. She held her daughter tight, asking her to close their eyes as she sang to her a lullaby about the stars.
Meanwhile, a large, trashy freighter the shape of an overturned trash can with wings flew through space as fast as it could go, it's engine sounding like it was about to go out, as always. Its headlights brightened the black emptiness ahead of them, and illuminated a basketball sized obstruction ahead. The driver of the ship mistook this almost-a-sphere for a piece of space debris and didn't bother to alternate course. The driver felt a thump as the dumpster ship flew into the sphere, leaving nothing but little bits to flutter about.
The ship itself was named Daddy's Little Girl. As mentioned before, it looked like a rectangular trashcan that was turned over. It was a faded dark blue color with rusty spots here and there. The wings went straight off to the sides and had big ugly thrusters strapped to the bottom of them by some Space brand Space Tape and some wire. Its interior rooms were arranged so that the crew quarters and the cargo room were the same room, a big empty space with junk strewn about here and there. The crew area and the cargo area were separated by some cheap portable walls. Whenever the ship made a hard turn, you could hear and feel some boxes hit the walls, sometimes making them slide. The beds themselves were in some metal boxes. They were about six feet across, two feet wide and two feet high, providing little space to roll around but plenty of space to remind yourself of the shitty job you chose and the miserable life you most likely endure through every day. At least you brought your own blankets and pillows. Another bright side you should be looking at is the fact that another box contains a shower with soap dispenser and water that is either blistering hot or as cold as the heart of a Borpiforg, nasty lawyers, the lot of them. in between this large, disgusting room and the bridge was the mess hall. As you would expect. it was disgusting, but spacey. The only food you could expect here was an arrangement of meat, fruits, and veggies, all blended together in a disgusting mix known as Space Brand Space Spam. Up next is a hallways leading to the captain's quarters off to the side, and then the bridge, where the captain currently resided, driving the ship with a steering wheel, a command console, and numerous pedals.
The Captain held down a button on the console next to a speaker.
"This is your too-good-for-you Captain Falkner. Don't mind the bump. Just some piece of trash some litterbug decided to neglect. Probably some space adventurer. Damn kids think their entitled to the galaxy. Don't have to pay friggin' parking tickets because they discovered a planet my ass..." He grumbled in his usual dull tone. "By the way, get all of your lazy asses to the bridge. There's a god-awful job someone wants you to do." The captain released his finger from the button and leaned back, using his feet to steer the wheel as he ate a two-hole donut. In between bites, he would look over his shoulder and towards the door behind them, impatiently waiting for his crew to get there.
Meanwhile, a large, trashy freighter the shape of an overturned trash can with wings flew through space as fast as it could go, it's engine sounding like it was about to go out, as always. Its headlights brightened the black emptiness ahead of them, and illuminated a basketball sized obstruction ahead. The driver of the ship mistook this almost-a-sphere for a piece of space debris and didn't bother to alternate course. The driver felt a thump as the dumpster ship flew into the sphere, leaving nothing but little bits to flutter about.
The ship itself was named Daddy's Little Girl. As mentioned before, it looked like a rectangular trashcan that was turned over. It was a faded dark blue color with rusty spots here and there. The wings went straight off to the sides and had big ugly thrusters strapped to the bottom of them by some Space brand Space Tape and some wire. Its interior rooms were arranged so that the crew quarters and the cargo room were the same room, a big empty space with junk strewn about here and there. The crew area and the cargo area were separated by some cheap portable walls. Whenever the ship made a hard turn, you could hear and feel some boxes hit the walls, sometimes making them slide. The beds themselves were in some metal boxes. They were about six feet across, two feet wide and two feet high, providing little space to roll around but plenty of space to remind yourself of the shitty job you chose and the miserable life you most likely endure through every day. At least you brought your own blankets and pillows. Another bright side you should be looking at is the fact that another box contains a shower with soap dispenser and water that is either blistering hot or as cold as the heart of a Borpiforg, nasty lawyers, the lot of them. in between this large, disgusting room and the bridge was the mess hall. As you would expect. it was disgusting, but spacey. The only food you could expect here was an arrangement of meat, fruits, and veggies, all blended together in a disgusting mix known as Space Brand Space Spam. Up next is a hallways leading to the captain's quarters off to the side, and then the bridge, where the captain currently resided, driving the ship with a steering wheel, a command console, and numerous pedals.
The Captain held down a button on the console next to a speaker.
"This is your too-good-for-you Captain Falkner. Don't mind the bump. Just some piece of trash some litterbug decided to neglect. Probably some space adventurer. Damn kids think their entitled to the galaxy. Don't have to pay friggin' parking tickets because they discovered a planet my ass..." He grumbled in his usual dull tone. "By the way, get all of your lazy asses to the bridge. There's a god-awful job someone wants you to do." The captain released his finger from the button and leaned back, using his feet to steer the wheel as he ate a two-hole donut. In between bites, he would look over his shoulder and towards the door behind them, impatiently waiting for his crew to get there.
