The Troye Darcy looked so sexy.
Zack stepped into the blockade runner and looked around his ship, damn it looked fucking smoking. The interiors were just too good... Too good. It was quiet, maybe the whole crew got fucking iced while Zack was getting laid. Of course not, there before him was one of the baddies on his crew. Kirkwood, the Addision chick - corporate slugger or whatever. Hitwoman, there she was fucking fucking about on the Troye Darcy. If Troye had seen this, he'd be so fucking pissed. No one puts their feet on the console, Zack adjusted his neon-tie - yes neon-ties were fashionable in Saturn.
She was fucking smoking.
For those who didn't clue in, Zack was wearing his special - very special casual clothes. A yellow neon-tie with sweatpants and a pink wife beater. "Damn, look what Addision Corp sent in... C.K the crazy corp-for-lifer... What's up babe, you see the clue.
If not, let's clue in. I'm thinking big guns, military hardware. God we fucking fly in and strafe any fuckers unwise to death-from-above and take the corpse and the stone yea. Hell yea."
He undid his tie and moved it to his locker where his PUBSEC uniform was, the neon tie turned off - it knew not to fuck around when it wasn't ready to party. He looked at his .357 PUBSMAK revolver - he'd teach any psycho-choob to pull the trigger. Imagine the cylinder clapping as it turned your body into a corpse? Yea... That's going to be happening a lot, mess with the best die with the rest back on earth. Treasure hunts fucking SUCKED
, but thank god for easy clues. Haha, so what you got a death squad or the best tech?
Addision got the thugs and skills to send you to the body bank."Fuck... We need some RAT-TECH rifles if we're going in blessed my endeared, crewmate!"
Your move, punk