Hi 2nd hand Orca was a reliable enough ship, smelled of stale cheese and desperation... but it most importantly god the job done.

The passenger cabins where a sight to behold, resplendant in disguarded fast food wrappers and inch deep space dust, they clearly hadn't be used to transport anyone of importance... well unless they died in there.

Psykokow wiped the spilled gravy off the screen and spotted the stray noodle that lead to his miscourse. He ate it and replotted a course to Barnard's Star.

It was 23 jumps away, that was going to me Scooping fuel or stop offs... neither a particularly bright prospect.

As a Hutton Trucker, he had been many places, and had many fines, and some fairly bad reputation. As for Scooping, well the amount of stray oil from his chinese take away refuge, could cook anything in the ship to a delightfully crispy state.

He had hired a valet service, but they never returned from his ship.. they were in there somewhere... occaisionaly on a tight bank or heavy landing you'd hear a distance squeal.

He often thought about venting his ship in the deep, to expel all the excesses of modern space flight...but he couldnt be responsible for the destruction of the life created in his junk ecosystem, nor did he want to pay the hefty fines for killing the valets.

He requested take off permission, fired up the engines and lifted slowly up, then softly out of the slot, well more bounced off the top of the toast rack and hitting an eagle to its feiry death in a tangled mess of metal below.

He was finally on his way home.