Just a quick short story for all you other sci fi nerds out there :3.

    BOOM! The sound of an explosion echoes through the hull of the battered, deep space mining vessel. Warning lights flash across the engineer’s console, informing him of impending danger.
    “CAPTAIN XENA!” he shouts.
     “Yes, Ensign Barkalov,” she answers, maintaining a calm and collected expression.
    “The shields are down, and that last missile has taken out the life support systems.”
     With a quick glance at her own console to confirm his report, she puts a call out over the ship-wide intercom system: “Attention all personnel.  This is your captain, Xena Warbashek, speaking.   We have come under assault by pirates, and the life support systems are down.  All personnel must make haste to the esca-…” Her broadcast is cut short by another missile impact – this one taking out the communications array. Shortly after, the sound of a boarding craft is heard from the bridge.
    “Captain Xena, the pirates have boarded!  The closed circuit security monitors show six men armed with laser swords making their way to the bridge, mercilessly cutting down all in their path!” exclaims Ensign Barkalov.
    “Calm yourself, Ensign.  This isn’t my first run in with pirates.” Suddenly,  a new figure appears on the monitor.
    “IT’S THE DREAD CYBORG PIRATE BLACK BORG!” says Ensign Barkalov in a yell of pure terror.
 The engineer wakes with a violent start.  He  is thrashing so much, that he falls out of his bunk. “A dream…It was all just a dream.  Must have been those shitty hyper-sleep pills I bought off that shady looking merchant on Beta Five.” 
He glances over at the pill bottle on his night stand.  He wearily reads the label: ‘The most peaceful and relaxing sleep you’ll ever experience at the low, low cost of two hundred credits.’
“Yeah, ‘most peaceful and relaxing’ my ass.  If I ever see that bastard again, I’ll show him how to relax after I wring his scrawny neck.” Barkalov proceeds to look around his quarters. There isn’t much prestige to his room.  It is adequate at best: a bunk in one corner, a bathroom in the other, a closet, plus a few drawers next to the bunk to store his meager possessions.
“Will you look at me now, Mom? I’m living the life,” Barkalov says sadly as he stares deeply into the only picture in the room – his mother’s.  She died a tragic death when he was only eight years old, and he was raised in a government home after that.
Barkalov isn’t an extraordinary man by any standards.  He is six feet tall, one hundred and eighty pounds, and had just turned twenty six last week. His life has pretty much been the same since he graduated the academy back on earth. For the past four years, he has served as Chief Engineer on the “Flight of Fancy”.  It is a moderate sized mining vessel bound for the outer rim colonies in an attempt to harvest deuterium from a nebula formed by a giant supernova that occurred thousands of years ago. Deuterium is a peculiar, denser form of hydrogen used in starship fuel and, thus, very valuable.  However, the ship and its crew have been unable to stake a claim due to the large amount of miners bound for the same nebula. This irritates Barkalov because he, like the rest of the crew, are paid a portion of the profits received from the harvest.
“Well, I might as well make my way to the bridge,” says Barkalov.  He stands up from the floor and walks out the door. He makes it to the bridge, encountering no one on the way there. ‘Strange,’ Barkalov thinks, ‘The hallways are usually buzzing with activity.’
He salutes the captain as he enters, which is customary on any vessel.
“At ease, Ensign,” says Captain Xena. “Barkalov, I need you to run diagnostics on reactor number three.  It seems to be on the fritz again.”
“Again? I just fixed it last week!” says Barkalov angrily.
“Yes – again, Ensign, because apparently it’s not functioning correctly. Had you actually fixed it as you said, then I wouldn’t need you to take a look at it.” Barkalov mumbles something about piece of shit Chinese built reactors under his breath.
“Look, I don’t really care who built the reactor. Just fix the goddamn thing so we can get moving again! Unless you’d rather continue sitting on your ass all day complaining. I’m sure the rest of the crew would be ever so understanding if you’d just explain to them that you’d rather twiddle your thumbs instead of fix the reactor so we can mine this shit and make some damn money!” exclaims the captain.
Barkalov sighs and obediently begins running the diagnostics. “Captain it seems that the reactor is functioning perfectly. However, we seem to have an issue with the power transfer to the engines – not with the reactor itself.”
“Well, then, I humbly request that you get off your lazy ass and go fix it right now!” yells the captain.
“Okay, okay!  Jeez, you don’t have to yell.” Barkalov exits the bridge and heads toward the reactor room to remedy the situation. Just then, a message video appears on the captain’s console. “Attention all vessels in the area. This is United Earth Forces Space Command Officer Ragnok. Be on the lookout for suspicious activity. Pirates have been spotted in the area.”
‘Oh, great.  Isn’t that just fucking wonderful?’ the captain thinks.  Pirates are the last thing she needs on top of all the other problems. Another message appears on her console. “Captain, I have successfully repaired the power transfer from reactor number three to the engines. We can resume movement at your command,” says Barkalov.
“Thank you, Ensign. Now, get your candy ass back to the bridge on the double.”
Barkalov returns to the bridge, saluting as he enters.
“At ease, Ensign,” says the captain. “It seems that pirates have been spotted in the area. We must be on our guard, as they have been known to attack lone mining vessels on sight.”
‘Pirates…Maybe my dream was a premonition. I really hope not. Black Borg is one of the most notorious pirates known in this system,’ Barkalov thinks, then exclaims, “Have no fear, Captain. I will protect you.”
“Ha! You protect me, Ensign? How will you accomplish that when you’re running for your life to the escape pods?” questions the captain.
“Simple. I will drag you, kicking and screaming, into a pod with me, you ungrateful bitch,” retorts Ensign. The captain, ignoring the comment, instead decides to set out to a new portion of the nebula to once again attempt to stake a claim and begin harvesting.
After some time, the captain manages to stake a claim in a far, uncharted portion of the nebula. “Eureka! We’re in the money now, boys! Send out the drones and begin harvesting immediately!” shouts the captain in joy. The drones perform their tasks as requested and soon fill the cargo hold of the ship to bursting point. “Ha ha! Yes, there we go. That’s ten million credits right there, boys. Write home to your mamas, and tell them to pick out that expensive dress they’ve always wanted.”
Suddenly, a message appears on screen. “Attention, Crew of the Flight of Fancy. We have been monitoring your mining activities and have deemed your ship and contents to be the new property of the Black Borg Pirates. Surrender now, and we might let you live.”
“Surrender? Hell no! This is our ship and our deuterium. We will never surrender to you, pirate scum!” exclaims the captain.
“Then prepare to die, you impudent fools.”
“Captain Xena, they are targeting us,” says Barkalov.
“Divert power from the engines to the shields,” says the captain.
“Captain, they have established missile lock and have launched two missiles,” says Barkalov.
“Take evasive maneuvers now!” shouts the captain. BOOM! A missile impact echoes through the hull of the ship, followed by a second impact.
“CAPTAIN XENA!”
“Yes Ensign Barkalov,” replies the captain.
“The shields are down, and that last missile has taken out the life support systems.”
The captain quickly glances at her console to confirm his report. She then puts a call out over the ship-wide intercom system: “Attention, all personnel. This is your Captain, Xena Warbashek, speaking. We have come under assault by pirates, and the life support systems are down. All personnel must make haste to the esca-…” Her broadcast is cut short by another missile impact – this one taking out the communications array. Shortly after, the sound of a boarding craft is heard from the bridge.
“Captain Xena, the pirates have boarded! The closed circuit security monitors show six men armed with laser swords making their way to the bridge, mercilessly cutting down all in their path!” exclaims Ensign Barkalov.
“Calm yourself, Ensign. This isn’t my first run in with pirates.”
Suddenly, a new figure appears on the monitor.
“IT’S THE DREAD CYBORG PIRATE, BLACK BORG!” says Ensign Barkalov in a yell of pure terror. The half man, half robot stands eight feet tall; a behemoth straight from hell. He wields a laser sword in one hand, and a Gatling laser cannon in the other. PEW! PEW! PEW! The sound of the lasers echoes across the hallway as crewmen are cut down by them.
“Ensign, seal the bridge! They are not taking this ship from me.”
“Yes, Captain.”
The sounds of a heavy steel blast door can be heard sliding into place at the entrance of the bridge. Soon, plasma torches begin to cut through the door.
“Ensign, ready your laser sword and prepare to fight. This looks like it will be our final stand,” says the captain. Barkalov unsheathes his weapon and readies himself for the coming fight, while Captain Xena levels a laser pistol at the door. KABOOM! The heavy steel door explodes off its hinges. Xena opens fire and manages to take down the six sword wielding pirates before she is dispatched by Black Borg’s laser.
“So only you and I remain,” says Black Borg to Barkalov.
“It would appear so,” says Barkalov, rallying his courage as he raises his sword.
“What say ye? Shall we have a gentleman’s duel?” questions Black Borg.
“No. You shall die by my hand, pirate scum!” With that final statement, Barkalov charges and swings his sword at Black Borg’s head. The pirate parries the strike, laughing, as he throws down his Gatling laser.
“Nice try, simpleton, but ye must be more skilled than that to beat me,” says Black Borg. The battle rages on for many hours; each fighter parrying each other’s blows.
“It seems that I have underestimated your abilities,” says Black Borg.
“Yes, you have, and I will make you pay for what you’ve done,” says Barkalov. Suddenly, Black Borg inflicts a mortal wound on his opponent, while Barkalov simultaneously does the same.
“Arrrggghhh! So it seems we shall both die here on this day,” says Black Borg as he lays against a bulk head, bleeding to death.
“It would appear that way, you bastard. My only regret is that I was unable to save my captain as I promised,” says Barkalov as he lay on the floor, also bleeding to death. 
The two soon die from their injuries, lying cold and dead on the floor of the ship. Forever to drift in the vacuum of space, no one left to tell their tale, no one left to claim the vast treasure of deuterium sealed inside the Flight of Fancy’s cargo hold. Not a single soul – only the vast, empty, black void of space in which they will forever be left adrift.

THE END

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  • Foodanddrinkconnoisseur on Aug 4, 2012

    hopefully everyone enjoys my writing if you like it or have any criticisms or anything feel free to leave a comment

  • cowgirlup616 on Aug 4, 2012

    it was amazing zomg

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