Space Junk Privateer

Avatar Author: Yamen Having mastered the finest of alchemical arts, and having completely given up hope of ever recovering his trombone, Yamen began to write. Read Bio

There’s just so much stuff in space. Some of it is owned, but even in broad regions with an official governing force, no one really cares about 99% of the stuff in it. The vast majority of it is simple carbon compounds. Harvesting a big chunk can make some cash, if you’re desperate. But it’s the treasures that make it worth it.

At least, that’s how Gin figured it. Bouncing around in the desert of nowhere, usually alone. Living for the moment: “Complexity detected”. The thrill. Took him almost the whole day cycle to parse the scan. V-index of 8:1! Could be a broken ship, maybe a mine colony gone ghost. Could be rich.

Checking the net, he checks for ownership. Hell, no territory between here and the Prion cluster. Junker space. Gin slowed down Vim II, and opened the viewport shields.

Junkers can have all sorts of wild ideas about what they’re gonna see when they open their eyes. Gin never did, what’s the point? Still, he’d never dreamed he’d come across a bio-stable planet. With folk on it. Rich.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    It’s a neat idea, and I like the wandering junker character. The writing is just too choppy for my taste. Sure, you can throw in a fragment here and there for dramatic emphasis, but when they’re all over the place it just looks like poor writing. Maybe just too stylized for me.

    Also, you have some past tense stuff and some present tense stuff, which is always a big distraction.

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