A large, battered, scorched and twisted Human Gunship somehow limps onto one of the main landing pads. It touches down, and just as the ship begins to shut down, the compressors on three of the landing struts kick out, and the ship collapses to the deck. It emits a final belch of flame from some of the many gaping holes in the hull, and lies silent.
An emergency hatche suddenly flies off of the ship, as the explosive bolts send it skidding across the floor. About two dozen men stuble clear of the mangled piece of metal, and stare at it in awe.
They are interrupted by a pair of large freighters that touch down on the same landing pad. As the freighters settle, the hatches open, and the prize crews disembark. Captain pharris walks towards the waiting starbase mechanics, and hands them each a hefty ammount of money, and gestures towards the shattered, broken Barbarossa. He then walks into one of the many salvage dealers on base. a few minutes later, he steps out and turns to his crew. "Sixty Million for the pair of em! Go to the bar, and don't come back till you've spent at least half of it!"
The crew quickly flood into the officers club bar, and quickly get surrounded by women of questionable moral fiber.
From now until we leave, the booze goes on my tab! and I mean ALL THE BOOZE, so keep it coming!
Captain M.J. Pharris,
SS Barbarossa
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