There but for the Grace
17 Mar 2016GI Joey
Commander's Log, 17 Mar 3302:Holy dog shit, that was a close call...
I never thought that would happen. I decided to take a bit of an impromptu hiatus on a desert world outside the bubble, and try some of the local fare. I'd been there nearly a week, hanging out at a small settlement. I was showing off my Python to the locals, who hadn't seen anything outside of an Asp or a DBX in what had to have been a couple years, and suddenly I'm looking down the barrel of a really, REALLY big shotgun.
Followed closely by about sixteen more big shotguns.
Before I know it, I'm sitting in my own passenger compartment with one of the scummy locals who apparently wants to be a pirate king. He wants my ship, he says, and there's nothing I can do about it. Better to live on a desert outpost without a ship than die with a face-full of shot, think of the kids watching, you're outnumbered, shit like that. I told him to fuck himself with a plasma accelerator.
And then, I shot his balls off with his own pistol.
Everyone knows not to keep your sidearm on you while interrogating a prisoner in close quarters. Idiot.
So, I had to kill every last one of his crew. The locals weren't happy with me, and I had to book it out of the system to avoid having a long-range bounty placed on my head for murder. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Captain Twelve Gauge was the colony governor's nephew. I guess they frown on roguishly handsome adventurers wandering out to their planet and wiping out the relatives.
So, I'm back in Imp space, and the crew leader's body is still oozing blood onto my stateroom floor.
All in all, I don't really think desert worlds are my thing.