"Eurac! Are you frelling kinkoid? Put that frelling machinery back where you found it before the ship stops working!"
A small damaged and smoking Sheyang vessel, with a crew of three, was flying slowly through outer space.
Those three were desperately trying to fix whatever they needed to fix, to return home.
Locas, the eldest and captain of the craft, shouted at Eurac, the youngest of the three, because he had done something wrong. Again.
"Eurac!"
Locas walked through the narrow and small corridors of the ship and climbed down the ladder to the engine room.
"It's not my fault!" Eurac said as Locas approached him with fury.
"It IS your fault, you stupid moron!" Locas shouted as he pushed him aside.
Sluggishly Locas tried to put the console and device back together.
His methods weren't in the least subtle.
He slammed the device back into it's place and welded some metal plates in front of it, so it would fit with everything else on board, which also looked like they had just plundered a junkyard.
Everything was steel and smoke.
"Listen to me!" Locas said to Eurac. "Never, ever do something like that again, without consulting me! Your inexperience will be the death of us someday!"
"I'm sorry!" Eurac shouted.
"Of course you are!"
The large and fat reptilian with a head of a melon shook his head as he returned to the ladder and started climbing.
"My ship is damaged, my head is killing me, I want to go home, but we can't, and to make matters worse; we don't even have 1 ACQUIRED object."
"Don't you mean stolen?" Eurac said, but luckily for him, Locas didn't hear him.
"We haven't even spotted 1 frelling ship!" Locas went on as he climbed up the ladder.
"All day long stars, dust, rocks and that ghastly blue nebula, which is driving me mental!"
As Locas reached the top, with much difficulty and stress (his weight does not help him climb ladders), he sighed.
"This is the most humiliating day of my life!" he shouted.
Locas spit on the metal floor, and the drop of mucus went straight through the metal cracks and landed straight on Eurac's head.
"Perhaps I can change that, boss." Tomur, the third and final member of the crew, and pilot of the ship, said. "Look."
Locas approached the cockpit and stared at a small screen where a large vessel was displayed by their sensors.
"What do you suppose that is?" Tomur asked.
"I don't care." Locas said. "But it probably has a lot of valuable stuff in there."
The display showed an image of a large, crippled Leviathan, drifting through outer space.
No crew and no defences.
"Perfect place for a robbery." Locas said.
The small, old Sheyang vessel was piloted towards Moya.
When they reached the right distance, Locas and Eurac stepped into a small pod and were shot into space.
It was easy to land in the Leviathan.
All systems on the crippled ship were either de-activated or non-functional.
There was no air in the vessel as well, so they had to wear helmets which maintained the pressure and supplied them with fresh oxygen.
"Check out their bridge." Locas shouted to Eurac.
"If you find any working systems, rip out the technology and bring it back to the pod."
"The bridge?"
"Just do it!" Locas replied and he pushed the smaller and weaker Eurac away.
The lack of gravity made Eurac float through the corridors of Moya, before he touched the ground again.
"Pilot?" Joolushko asked over the comms. "Pilot?"
She did not like wearing a space-suit.
Made her feel claustrophobic.
"Pilot?" she repeated, but it took a while before he actually responded.
The last StarBurst had fried all last remaining conduits, consoles and wiring.
Moya was bleeding internally.
The only thing that kept her alive was the fact that she was a living being.
Her life-force kept both her and Pilot alive.
"Pilot?"
"Yes, Joolushko." Pilot replied. "I'm sorry to respond so late."
"That's okay, Pilot." Joolushko said.
She moved her flashlight back and forth, to make it's light shine through the many dark corridors of Moya.
In some rooms she had entered, she found several objects floating through the room.
"Can you give me some directions, Pilot?" Joolushko asked. "I'm lost."
Her flashlight lit up many corridors in the distance.
All corridors she had never seen before.
"The maintenance-bay is to your left." Pilot said. "Once you've entered it, take the next door to your right and walk straight on through. There-there you will find the cargo-hold."
"Thank you, Pilot."
She followed Pilot's directions and entered the maintenance-bay.
She couldn't help but be afraid in these dark and lifeless corridors.
No air. No lights.
If anything were to happen to her suit, she'd die within a few microts.
"Cargo-hold." Joolushko kept on repeating to herself. "Cargo-hold. Cargo-hold."
She had to go there and take the medical supplies from there back to Pilot's Den.
She needed it to heal Pilot, and heal Moya.
Not that she knew how to use it, but there should be a manual somewhere, right?
Something which would tell her how to use it.
AAH!
A stack of wrongly piled boxes scared Joolushko as it created a weird silhouette in light of her flashlight.
"This is it right?" she said. "Pilot, is this the cargo-hold?"
Pilot did not respond.
"Yes." Joolushko said to herself, recognising the place.
This was the second room she had entered as she came to Moya the first time.
"This is were Chiana and I put the supplies." she said to herself. "Yes..."
She searched in the dark for the strange boxes they had taken from the Ice Planet and found something else.
"What is this?" Joolushko asked.
A strange, large figure in the dark kept staring at her.
At first she ignored it, but in the end her curiosity got the best of her, and she finally stepped towards it.
"Hello?" Joolushko said.
Her space-suit was really beginning to bug her. She did not like the touch of it whatsoever.
"Hello..."
"Hi." Locas said as he approached her, intending to kill her.
Joolushko immediately started screaming, to no effect: no oxygen meant no air, without air there are no sound-waves.
The Sheyang slammed everything out of it's way to get to Joolushko, who kept throwing things at him and kept on running away from him.
But she knew things looked bleak.
She was alone, facing an unknown enemy who could easily snap her neck without any effort.
"I should've stayed in that cryo-pod!" she thought to herself, crying as she ran for her life.
This was weird and slow, because both hunter and prey moved slow through the airless room.
Joolushko's flashlight fell from her hands and it kept on floating through the air, lighting everything in it's sight.
The Sheyang grabbed her arm and swung her through the air, making her unable to run or move as she fell slowly to the floor.
But Locas made a mistake as he moved closer to her.
Joolushko kicked him in the face, smashing his crude glass helmet.
Locas immediately grabbed his face and helmet in a desperate attempt to save his life.
Joolushko got away by clinging on to the walls and pushing against the Sheyang.
This gave her enough of a boost to float through the corridors and away from the Sheyang.
"Tralk!" he screamed as he used his ripped some of his own clothing to repair the gap in his helmet.
It was a crude but efficient way to save his life.
As he looked up, Joolushko was gone.
"Boss!" Tomur said to him over his communicator.
His voice was distorted and soft.
"What now?" Locas shouted.
He didn't like the fact that he just had been beaten by a girl.
"There's a ship coming this way!" Tomur said. "It's Peacekeeper! And you should hear this!"
As Tomur cranked up the volume of the other communications channel, they all heard something really strange.
"Is that music?" Eurac said, who also heard the sounds on his comms.
Joolushko heard it too, as Pilot transmitted their signals to her comms as well.
"Shut the frell up!" Locas shouted.
They did not recognise it, but what they heard was the song "Ride of the Valkyries" by Wagner, as sung by a strange astronaut in a Peacekeeper ship, coming their way.
"This is Commander John Crichton!" John said to the Sheyang ship.
"Leave this Leviathan at once, or suffer the consequences!"