The Tressure
19 Feb 2024Krosul X. Large
Krosul X. Large was on a mission. He had received a tip from an anonymous source that there was a hidden treasure in a remote outpost in the Colonia region. He had spent months searching for clues, and now he was finally close to his prize.He and his squadron, the Hanseatic League, had flown their ships across the galaxy, facing many dangers and obstacles along the way. They had fought pirates, bounty hunters, and rival factions. They had dodged asteroids, black holes, and Thargoids. They had endured hunger, fatigue, and boredom. But they had never given up. They had followed their leader, Krosul, who had promised them glory, riches, and adventure.
They arrived at the outpost, a small and shabby station orbiting a barren planet. Krosul scanned the station with his sensors, looking for signs of the treasure. He found it. It was in a vault, guarded by a security system and a heavy door. Krosul smiled. He activated his comms and spoke to his squadron.
"Listen up, bikers. This is it. This is the moment we've been waiting for. This is our chance to get rich. There it is, the treasure we've been looking for. The treasure that will make us famous. The treasure that will change our lives. It won't be easy to get it. It won't be safe to get it. It won't be legal to get it. But we don't care. We're space bikers. We live for the thrill. We live for the challenge. We live for the fun. Are you with me?"
The squadron responded with a chorus of cheers and affirmations. They were with him. They were ready to steal. They were ready to risk.
Krosul smiled. He felt a rush of adrenaline. He felt alive. He said one last word to his crew.
"Let's go."
He launched his ship, the [Hale] RUNGHOLT, out of the station. He was followed by his squadron, who flew their ships in formation behind him. They headed towards the vault, where the treasure was waiting. They hacked the security system, using their skills and tools. They blasted the door, using their weapons and explosives. They entered the vault, using their courage and luck.
They found the treasure.
It was a collection of ancient and valuable artifacts. It was a collection of rare and precious metals. It was a collection of exotic and powerful weapons. It was a collection of everything they ever wanted.
They were amazed.
They were ecstatic.
They were greedy.
They grabbed the treasure.
They loaded their ships.
They escaped the station.
They did it.
They stole it.
They completed their mission.
They followed their leader.
They fulfilled their dream.
They celebrated.
They were interrupted by a loud and friendly voice. It was a voice they had heard before. It was a voice they liked. It was a voice they trusted.
It was the voice of their anonymous source.
They looked at their comms and saw a face. It was a face they had seen before. It was a face they liked. It was a face they trusted.
It was the face of their anonymous source.
It was a young and beautiful woman, with blonde hair, green eyes, and a smile. She looked happy, proud, and grateful. She looked at Krosul and winked. She spoke to him.
"Hello, Krosul. Congratulations on your successful heist. I'm glad you found the treasure. I'm glad you liked the treasure. I'm glad you took the treasure. You did a great job. You did exactly what I wanted you to do."
Krosul felt a surge of confusion. He wondered what she was talking about. He wondered what she wanted him to do. He wondered why she helped him. He wondered who she was. He asked her.
"Who are you? What do you want? Why did you help me?"
The woman laughed. She sounded amused, not malicious. She said to him.
"Oh, Krosul. You're so curious. You're so clever. You're so charming. You don't know me. You don't know what I want. You don't know why I helped you. You don't know anything. But you will. You will soon. You will find out. You will be surprised. You will be intrigued. You will be impressed. You will be happy. You will be mine."
Krosul felt a surge of interest. He wondered what she meant. He wondered what she knew. He wondered what she planned. He wondered if he should listen to her. He wondered if he should trust her. He wondered if he should care.
He decided he did.
He decided he cared about one thing.
Her.
He was intrigued by her words. He was curious about her secrets. He was attracted by her beauty. He was charmed by her smile. He was hooked by her wink.
He wanted to know more.
He wanted to see more.
He wanted to have more.
He spoke back to her.
"Who are you? What do you want? Why did you help me?"
The woman smiled. She sounded mysterious, not evasive. She said to him.
"I'm someone who likes you. I'm someone who wants you. I'm someone who helped you. I'm someone who has a proposition for you. A proposition that will make you richer. A proposition that will make you famous. A proposition that will make you happier. A proposition that will make you mine."
Krosul felt a surge of excitement. He wondered what she had to offer. He wondered what she had to ask. He wondered what she had to give. He wondered if he should accept her proposition. He wondered if he should reject her proposition. He wondered if he should care.
He decided he did.
He decided he cared about one thing.
Her.
He wanted to hear her offer.
He wanted to hear her question.
He wanted to hear her gift.
He wanted to hear her proposition.
He said one word to her.
"What?"
The woman winked. She sounded confident, not arrogant. She said to him.
"Join me."
She paused. She sounded serious, not joking. She said to him.
"Join me, and I'll tell you everything. Join me, and I'll show you everything. Join me, and I'll give you everything. Join me, and I'll make you everything. Join me, and I'll make you mine."
She paused again. She sounded hopeful, not desperate. She said to him.
"Join me, Krosul. Join me, and we'll rule the galaxy together."
She waited. She waited for his answer. She waited for his decision. She waited for his choice.
She waited for him.
He thought. He thought about her offer. He thought about her question. He thought about her gift. He thought about her proposition.
He thought about her.
He made his choice.
He gave his answer.
He said one word to her.
"Okay."
She smiled. She smiled with joy. She smiled with relief. She smiled with love.
She smiled with victory.
She said one word to him.
"Good."
She said one more word to him.
"Follow me."
She ended the transmission. She flew her ship, a sleek and shiny Cutter, out of the station. She was followed by Krosul, who flew his ship, the [Hale] RUNGHOLT, behind her. He was followed by his squadron, who flew their ships in formation behind him. They headed towards the unknown, where she was waiting. They headed towards the adventure, where she was leading. They headed towards the future, where she was planning.
They followed her.
They trusted her.
They loved her.
They did it.
They joined her.
They started their journey.
They followed their leader.
They followed their lover.
They followed their queen.
They followed her.
They followed the woman who liked them.
They followed the woman who wanted them.
They followed the woman who helped them.
They followed the woman who had a proposition for them.
They followed the woman who had a secret for them.
They followed the woman who had a name for them.
They followed the woman who had a legend for them.
They followed the woman who was their nemesis.