“Why by my beard, is this monstrosity still not dead?” “…You don’t even have a beard. Please, just stop.” “Come on, boss, it’s all in good fun. Tell me with a straight face that you didn’t enjoy that movie last night.” “I have only one face. And it’s captain to you.” “Whatever, whatever…wanna flambé it next?” “Don’t tell me you’re eating it, Jobdou.” “I’m not THAT hungry, though now that I think about it…” “No, just stop. Flash freeze it instead.” “Oh ho ho, what’s the occasion, Cap?” “Stop with the ‘oh ho ho’ as well.” “Fine, fine…” “But as for the occasion, I do believe that I have the perfect present for our friends down below now.” ❇ Let the Stars Fall Down ❇ First Job ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Headhunt Thank god for on-ship entertainment. If it wasn’t for the fact that Brent had the insight to download the entire remastered third season of ‘Dimensional Heroine Chao Ling Shen’, he probably would have been bored out of his mind waiting in the acidic atmosphere of Kroil. While he normally would have enjoyed the wonderfully green scenery of the militaristic planet, that particular day featured very heavy acid rain, to the extent that he’d have to get a new paintjob for the Asano-17 if he stayed below the clouds for any extended period of time. So, for the past few hours, as a long queue of merchant and freelancer vessels joined his own spaceship in waiting for entrance to the Protective Dome that acted as the sole entranceway to the underground colonies, the young captain watched Chinese cartoons. Really though, if his employer had wanted him to deliver boxes full of mysterious, undisclosed substances, it would have been reassuring if that person didn’t go out of their way to wear a mask and use a voice modifier. Brent would have been more than happy to reject the job, really…but fuel costs were rising, and he had recently hired two other freelancer peeps as well. Hired guns, all things considered. His last run-in with space pirates cost him almost half of his savings to patch Asano-17 up, and it’d be great if he could avoid something stupid like that again. It was when he was on the 22nd episode that he received a message from within his quarters. Popping up the holographical message, the dark-haired youth pressed ‘play’ and sighed as it wasn’t a love letter from the daughter of his previous client. Instead, he got a straight-laced, square-jawed guard that said in an equally flat tone, “Asano-17, you may enter the Protective Dome now. Please have all your cargo ready for inspection, and shut down all weapons systems and mechs.” “About fucking time, you hardass cunts,” he replied airily, taking comfort in the fact that they won’t actually hear him. Standing up from his discount-price rocking chair and stretching outwards, the captain sighed at how pointlessly spacious his room was, before saying, “Welp, Asano, you heard the message. If you would do the honors of telling the others and landing us, that’d be pretty cool.” After that, the Captain got back to his duties. Hopefully the citizens weren’t so systemically paranoid as the guards, or it’d be a long three days in Kroil.