I'm new to this, so bear with me…
Starbug swooped low, carefully followed by a gigantic missile that was roughly 6 times its size. Inside the cockpit, a white-faced Lister swore loudly and slammed on the accelerator.
The smaller missile had already hit red dwarf, not that Lister cared. There were two reasons why Lister didn't care. One, the missile was tiny; it would barely dent the paint on the hull. And two, he was a bit preoccupied at the moment, what with being closely followed by a gigantic missile that was roughly 6 times starbug's size and all.
This missile had a built in heat radar. It followed the hottest thing it could find, then kept going until said thing was blown into tiny fragments, or itself was destroyed by some clever act of manoeuvring.
Luckily for the crew, Lister smuggled onboard Starbug his afternoon vindaloo. At the precise moment the smaller missile veered off to hit red dwarf, Lister opened the container and had a good mouthful.
"Holly!"
"God, you're all the same aren't you; I've just been hit, thank you very much."
"I'm gonna get blasted to smithereens!" Lister panicked.
"Well what do you want me to do about it?"
"ANYTHING!" Starbug was beginning to shake violently, Lister held onto his seat for dear life. But that didn't stop a great many things whacking him on top of the head.
His head throbbed. Lister blinked the blood from his eyes, his vision was already beginning to blur. God this is worse than when Rimmer told us that risk story.
"Holly… I'm going to die." He managed to say, before the nose of the rocket nudged up against starbug's behind.
Please, please review!