The Arkford was the most elegant ship in all of space. Twelve ion cannons on each side, two shield generators, and a sleek ramming bow. Oh, yeah. I think I forgot to mention that it was a pirate ship.
"A merchant ship is sighted captain!" yelled Skinner.
"Got it," I said, "ready all the rails." The rails AKA rail hooks were a recently new piece of technology that allowed space station workers to grab onto lost or floating away parts. But… for us a couple dozen was enough to anchor our ship to the other one.
"You erhd the capn' he said to ready the rails," said Bighs my right hand man, "move move move!"
"ahah. You don't need to be that hard on em," I said.
The navigator Jores said, "minute to impact."
I suited up and reached the space deck where half my men were waiting wit their hooks. I silently counted in my head till ten. BOOM our bow ripped through the back end of the ship destroying there engines.
"FIRE!"
Twenty-four rails fired simultaneously