The service corridor B-4 of the transport ship Ugly Betty had become a living hell. Hundreds of explosive projectiles of 10 mm. saturated air seeding of shrapnel and fire everything they touched.
Above the sound of the explosions, the rattle of automatic gunfire and screaming some kind of infernal creature, could be heard loud and clear, the laughter of a mad man.
Alzada the smoke of gunpowder and steam, with a generously sized cigar in his mouth and a growing pile of caps to his feet, he could glimpse a tall, burly figure wielding a bulky machine gun owned howling war cries, interspersed with loud laughter.
was not yet born the bastard spawn enough space to kill him, he thought as he pointed to one side taking the lives of those around him criaturas.que damned. Had not survived the purge, nor cared. He had done to imúltiples assassination attempts against him that he had ordered the conglomerate, venereal diseases and more than he could remember or human being could imagine, and it was not time to die in that stinking wreck in the middle of nowhere. No, no and no.
Aaron Hunt was the scourge of merchants, violator of virgins and pirated by the grace of the vacuum. Perhaps your life would have been an orgy of death, sex, drugs and various outrages, but it would be that ship that night or who saw the end. No.
Unlike his miserable crew-well, ex-crew, he had invested up to his last credit that gun and enough ammunition to shoot down a space frigate. That huge piece of steel and duralumin was going to get from that or yes, and from that moment things would change. Yes
be devoted to travel the galaxy exterminating aberrations. Yes, that is. It would become an acclaimed hunter of vermin. Men would pay homage, easy to be thrown women into his arms and enormous riches would fill the hold of his shiny new ship. He could see it, almost caressing it.
In these and other musings was absorbed when an ominous shadow stood behind him. The shooting stopped suddenly when a deafening scream of pain and despair, forced his way through the hull of the freighter lost for ever dying in the dark void.
Well, we all know that nothing is lost forever in space. Nothing.
Mr. Alfa Foxtrot.
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