• Space metal

    Ignoring the pain in my shoulder, I manoeuvred my craft through the smaller pocket’s of debris my external claw wouldn’t be able to pick up and regularly checked my scanner for anything of decent size, but my shift in the had been relatively peaceful one. ‘Dammit B, you’ve got the easiest section today!’ Samson continued to whine over the receiver which I had turned down so low it was nearly muted, yet his voice still managed to pierce my skull. On the control panel, I flicked my communicator too transmitting. ‘Not my fault you have shit luck.’ ‘Fuck off, luck had nothing to do with it! Our biased team leader…

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