Sandra landed the Raven, a crate with the pretense of a spaceship, as close to the space wreck as she deemed safe. A feeble automated distress signal had brought it to her attention. When she went out to investigate, she was surprised to see there was someone alive, because a shadow disconnected itself from the mangled overgrown rusty shape and turned into a burly in man dressed in rags aiming a plasma rifle at her.
Sandra had no weapons on her, because she hated guns and relied on her luck to get out of sticky situations. Someone once told her that relying on luck was silly, but she had replied that luck had gained her more than guns. And those who knew her well, like Eve, had to admit that it was true. Somewhere there had to be whole worlds populated by unlucky people to offset the imbalance.
“And if luck doesn’t help I can rely on my looks.” Sandra added smugly. Those poor saps were not only unlucky, but they were ugly too. Life really sucks.
“What a tasty morsel you are.” the man said with a gruff voice. “Now let’s get of this planet..”
After the Raven had entered space, the man leaned close to Sandra, who was sitting behind the controls of the ship. When he got that close he noticed red lights on one of displays..
“What are those lights?” He pointed.
“That is life support.”
“Life support?”
“Yes, we removed most of it to make room for more essential things.” Sandra said in a deadpan manner.
“More essential things?”
“Yeah. We didn’t remove everything, of course. Like that one.” Sandra pressed a button and something started to hiss.
“What is that?”
“Let me see..” Sandra stood up, making such movements that he could not help but watch her and then she bent over the console so the shape of her body was silhouetted against the lights of the screens. She then looked over her shoulder and gave him one of her smiles, while holding up a package of cigarettes, “Mind if I smoke?”
The man started to turn pale and breathe loudly. He then grabbed at her. For a few moments they struggled and then he fell to the ground.
Sandra examined him thoughtfully for a few minutes and then gave him a vicious kick. When he didn’t react she pressed the button again to stop the hissing sound. Absentmindedly she grabbed one of her smokes and tried lighten it, but the lighter did not produce a flame.
“That sucks.” She wanted to say, but while her mouth made the movements, there was no sound..
She then went over to the communications console and typed a short message to Eve which said: Yeah, let’s keep the oxygen unit, it has it’s uses. Oh btw, I got a guest for dinner.” And she snickered an inaudible fanged laugh. She was sooo funny.
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