“ACK! SERIOUSLY, STOP DOING THAT!”
“There’s something over to your upper right, it’s giving off really weird readings on different spectrums”
“YES, STOP CHANGING THE SPECTRA-VISOR SO RAPIDLY ON ME!”
“Okay, I’ll turn off my script. Sorry about that. I didn’t realise that it was actually changing your heads up display. I’m just geeking out about this rock, there’s something exciting about this place”
“YOU’RE STILL SAFE ON THE COLERIDGE, DAKOTA! I’M IN this place, you’re in that place”
“You don’t have to scream – oh, I’ve turned the gain down on your mic. Anyway, look up and right – it’s… purple?”
“I see it. What is it?”
“It’s not registering as anything we’ve seen… it’s about… that can’t be right… it’s got … negative mass?”
“I’M GONNA MINE IT!”
“Wait, Browf, we don’t–”
The recording cuts off, but the telemetry animations continue.
“And as you can see, that’s when the ore surrounding it exploded due to the anomaly being pulled, which made it push into the rock, compressing the already unstable ore into small critical mass, Browf’s suit was micro-nuked, and he jettisoned from the Hot Rock. We’ve retrieved the anomaly and --”
“I’ve seen enough. No ore salvage means no pay. Thank you for your diligence.” The ship’s purser and the ship’s health and safety officers excuses themselves.
“. . .”
Forlorn, Browf and Dakota look at each other. Browf, worse for wear, takes a swig of the replicated anti-rad juice. “The ship’s auto-med says I should drink this for a week. I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know where our next mission deployment fee is coming from. Was it really this bad last time we were here?”
“Yeah, I suppose it was. But then again, we had our own ship that time…”
“How did we get into this mess, Browf?”
Head in hands, Browf mumbles “The Space Lobster Internal Revenue Department want too much to un-impound the Cosmosword. We couldn’t afford to pay the impound fee after we paid the wormhole loophole fee/fine.”
“And we don’t have the savings anywhere. A string of bad deals and bad luck.”
“And that’s when I thought of Duck and his Pond. We could find a friendly face in Charybdis, maybe take some easy jobs, earn enough to get the ship back.”
Dakota puts a hoof on Browf’s shoulder, opens her mouth to reassure him, but no words escape.