It's the first story I ever tried to write in english ! I hope you'll enjoy it!
Please note than I listened to the grammar remarks, but changes (In tense) only appear at chapter 10 and after. The first chapters will not be corrected, at least not now.
"Damn stupid storm… can't you just leave me alone, for a day?"
Swearing to the vast nothingness of space, as it could make things change in her way, Kursed turns in her bed, looking away from the wall of her spaceship. Doing so, she grabs the belts located on the side of her sleeping place, and attaches them to the other side, to restrain her from moving because of the move of her transport device.
Grumbling a last time, she readjusts her coverage, trying to finally get the sleep she desperately need. But the blue and white vixen is not foolish: she never sleeps correctly when she has to cross an asteroid storm, even if the autopilot is perfectly able to handle the situation by himself.
She perfectly know why: some years ago, she had a great team, which would made sure nothing go bad when she was asleep, or eating, or whatever. But after the treason, and all the rumours that came out of nowhere, constantly harassing her, she had to leave not only here team, but the whole Lylat system, which was no longer wanting her.
Snoring to chase away her thoughts, she tries to focus on something more important: her mission orders. She doesn't really listen to the whole speech of her contractor, preferring to remember the most important aspect: fearing for his interest, he was offering a lot for the heads of a big pirate crew, operating in an asteroid field, in a system she doesn't even dare to remember the name. All she knows is that she can make money here.
And she desperately needs some: her Cloud Runner, which was before one of the best fighters in the universe, is becoming quite old, and could use some retrofitting. Moreover, her "new" transport ship, which holds her main "working tool" and act as her home, is in a dangerous state of disrepair after all those years of service, some areas being weakened by the time.
"Arrival in ten minutes, say a low pitched robotic voice.
- Already? Well... let's get up then, whisper Kursed, surprised by this news."
Freeing her from the belts, the vixen gets up on her feet, before going straight to the hangar, without running. She got a lot of time to get in position, and, even if she doesn't have anything to prepare, she doesn't want to hurry up. She already put her blue and black suit, and put her blaster on her flank, so she's ready for battle.
While she walks, she tries to send her blue hair away from her face. She let them grow for some time, and now, she's just too lazy to take one hour to cut them. Her own problem list his already long enough to have better things to worry about, especially concerning her fuel and food supplies, with tend to run short these days.
After a bit of a walk and three self-opening doors, she enters into the mostly empty space, where her famous ship stays, when she isn't flying with him. Smiling, she slowly approaches her fighter. During all those years of solitude, he has been the sole thing she could really count on, making her able to survive of her own against all the enemies she fought, either for jobs or because of her jobs. Even if it seems to admit, she considers him like a friend more than a tool.
"Ready for a fly, pal? she asks, like the flying machine could respond to her."
Without waiting further, she jump into the cockpit, closing it the next second. Right after, the whole mechanic start to power up, detecting the presence of his pilot. Smiling slightly, Kursed make sure weapon system and reactor are fully powered and operational, before waiting for the moment she will have to come out. She doesn't have to wait long before hearing again the "voice" of her autopilot through her audio channel.
"Destination reached. Engaging allowed. Good luck.
- I will come back in no time, don't worry! pompously declare the vixen before setting off."