Chapter 2

  FRAK’D.

  “Dan! Matt! wake up, sleepy heads!” The gravely, croaking voice sounded right above his aching head before echoing throughout the ship. Dan was on his bunk, Still dressed in the clothes from last night, well his upper body was on the bunk his lower half was on the floor.

  “wake the frak up! wake the frak up sleepy heads! ” the annoying croaky voice was singing now.

  Dan groaned before slowly rolling over and groaning again. The voice was coming from the light projected onto the steel hull above him. He didn’t have to look up to know who it was, so he didn’t bother. Instead, he stood unsteadily, swaying as if his ship was riding the waves of a sea instead of smoothly sliding through space.

  “I know you are there, so Answer the fraaaakkkkin vid you fraaaaakkks!” The croaky voice yelled.

  Dan hissed and without turning he stretched his right arm behind him his middle finger extended, flipping off the face on the screen above him. Then, leaning forward, he puked into the metal toilet.

  The voice was still going as he stuck his head in the sink and passed his hand through the glowing sensor for cold, strong water flow. He alternated from letting it pour over his short black hair and taking giant gulps. Finally he sat back on the toilet, the cold water dripping down his back and chest. Above him the Alien was singing, “wake up! wake up! like the most annoying, out of tune, screeching alarm clock in the universe.

  “frak off” Dan whispered softly, as to not aggravate the pounding in his head. Reaching out he smacked the wall beside him, the projection control panel lit up and glancing over he smacked his fist on the off button, above him the image and sound vanished.

  He sighed and leaned back resting his head on the cool, smooth, pleasantly vibrating hull. He closed his eyes and for a brief moment the pain went away.

  “Wake up!!, wake da frak up!!!” The gravely voice was singing in an off key operato voice now. It wasn’t coming from his cabin but from down the hall towards the galley.

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  “son of a bitch.” Dan hissed and grabbing the sink bedside him and bunk in front, slowly pulled himself up and off the metal toilet.

  Slowly he turned and angling his body forward so that momentum would help him, he began to shuffle towards the door and out into narrow hall way.

  The voice grew louder the closer he got to the lounge. He didn’t look at the screen as he walked pass the yelling frog like creature projection on the wall of the galley. He smacked the holographic control panel on the wall, silencing the annoying voice.

  Stepping over Matt’s passed out body sprawled out on the ragged red carpet which decorated the small room brightening up the otherwise dull gray metal walls and floor of the ships lounge.

  The Tumariun female had bought it at a space port from some trader that swore it was from old earth. They met on a gig. She had become his frakn buddy and travel companion for three turns of the star before she found a singing gig on some slagin cruise line. Dan had guessed the fast pace ruff and tumble life of a bounty hunter, slash, space pirate wasn’t for her. Or maybe it was the mind numbing amount of time between jobs. Dan liked the life. Find a planet with a nice beach, settle in, get drunk, barbeque, work on your tan, frak like rabbits waiting for the next gig to come, hoping they would come. Yea being broke was a downside but all the rest was great. Anyway it’s not like it was love or anything, just fun, adventure. It always ended. It takes a special type of mental case to become a spacer, let alone a bounty hunter.

  Leaving Matt in his comfortable spot he made his was into the galley and towards the Caf Machine, the sound was muted but the frog like, alien prick was still visible talking, shouting, on the wall to his right. Dan put his right hand over the offending creatures face and with his left he hit the blinking button to start creating the dark go go juice. He would need it strong for what was coming so he slid the hovering gold label from mid to rip my guts out, kick my brain in, supernova strong. Or so Dan hoped.

  “Get up.” Dan said as he kicked Matt lightly with his toe. Below him his partner groaned, moved a bit before becoming still again.

  “get up.” Dan repeated, kicking him lightly in the ribs again. Again Matt moaned and moved slightly before going still.

  “get up damnit.’ He said louder a sharp pain pushing through his brain from the noise of his own voice. This time he kicked the man hard in the ribs with his toe.

  “ Owwwww”!” Matt groaned, rolled to his side and looked up at his attacker. Seeing Dan standing above him a large steel, steamy cup of caf in each hand he Groaned, “What the frak dude?” He hissed groaning from the pain in his side

  “Fregly.” Dan replied.