The unkempt, shaggy looking Jooltar pushed the colony manager inside the common room of the Simaldi settlement.
The manager was a skinny Thauran who almost fell as he was shoved before the pirate leader, a muscular Oghr.
“That is the leader of these weaklings. “ The Jooltar snarled.
The greenish Oghr, rubbed one of his tusks that split his lower lip and almost reached is small yellow eyes.
“Well, well, well a Thauran. If one of you blue skinned bastards is in charge then there must be something valuable around here.I mean other than the slaves we going to gather and the usual loot we going to take.”
“There isn’t anything really valuable here, other than a small gold mine. We came to this planet to raise Tutu Cactus.”
“Not that there is a huge profit in gold, it is still a metal and my holds are empty, but Tutu Flowers can be sold for a decent profit. So I advise anyone who can crawl to bring as much as you have.”
“It isn’t flowering season, but we have a few bales from the last harvest. I suggest you take that and leave as fast as you can, our Ranger is scheduled to arrive today.”
The Oghr laughed,
“Why do you think we are here? We heard that this sector is protected by one measly Ranger. I have eighty ruffians armed to the teeth as you found out this morning and my Shlinter ship is more than a match for a single Ranger. We will wait for him and take his ship or whatever is left once we are done with him.”
The Thauran grinned despite the serious situation.
“Our community store across the road does sell toilet paper and underwear.I suggest you stock up on both before Ranger Banni shows up.”
“Thauran jokes are as bad as they say they are, make no sense. Well enough of the pleasantries, get busy and gather your people so we can get started. We have no qualms killing those we will leave behind, so you better make us very happy.”
A thundering tremor shook the entire building.
“Local quake? Do they happen often?”
“Oh yes and on the dot, every month on First day of One Week.”
The Jooltar had looked out the door and then turned and said.
“Nothing out there, but I have to say it gets awful fast dark around here. I swear it looked like noon just a moment ago.”
The Colony Manager said. “No worries it will get very bright very soon.”
“Get your blue ass out there, and don’t even try to hide. We got Suian Sniffer Hunters they find everyone.”
The Colony Manager kept laughing as he left.”Oh this will be on Channel six for weeks.”
“Morx go with him and shoot a few colonists that will end his laughing.”
“Sure thing, Logor.”
The Oghr was just about to take a drink of a bottle with some tasty Union liquor. As there was another tremendous shake and the sound of tearing metal.
He went out the door and jumped aside the very last second as a huge piece of twisted metal smacked into the ground with a heavy thud.
I took him a full second to realize that this twisted ball of metal, wadded up like paper was a considerable part of the Shlinter.
Then brutal white light came on with such intensity that it could almost feel the trillions of photons that hit him like a physical push.
Nothing in his life prepared him for the voice that boomed within the light.
“This is Ranger Banni, Union Ranger Service. You are all under arrest for piracy, murder and slave trade.”