of transformers.
"Fuck." Van Gar took a deep breath. "I count five."
"Seven," Drew corrected.
She jumped out from behind the pile, opened fire, and then jumped back.
"Now there's five of em." She grinned. "Man, I hope you dumb fucks don't bleed all over my scrap!"
"Fuck you!" someone yelled back.
"Hey! You can't talk that way ta me! I'm a lady!"
She looked at Van."Shall we?"
"You take the left; I'll take the right."
"On three."
"One, two, three."
Drew ran around the left side of the junk, and Van Gar ran out the right. He dodged behind an old truck, and she dove behind a bin of copper wire as a blast went past her. She lay on the floor, still for a moment.
"Fucking up my junk," she mumbled as she started crawling on her knees and elbows. She grinned when she poked her head around the corner of the bin and saw the two guys perched on the top of an old nuclear regulator.
"Kiss me, fuckers!" She fired a hail of bolts on them, and they fell together from their perch. She heard gunfire from the other side of the cargo bay.
Van Gar saw the two men fall and made a dash for the airlock doors. The doors were open, and coming through the tube which the pirates had connected to the hull of the Garbage Scow, Van Gar could see reinforcements from the pirate ship. He couldn't risk firing at the pirates while they were in the tube. If he ruptured the sides of the plastic tube, both cargo bays on both ships would be instantly and explosively depressurized. He stepped to the side of the door as the men inside the tube fired on him, and quickly loaded a nasty looking projectile into his weapon. He counted to three, jumped into the doorway, and fired over the heads of the boarding party, into their ship. Then he ran for the airlock control button.
The men in the tube knew what he was up to, and they ran faster in an attempt to get into the ship before the doors closed.
Van Gar punched the button. It made a grating sound.
"Fuck fuck," he looked around the opening, and someone fired at him out of the tube. "Damn, damn," he slammed his closed fist into the button. It started to close, but much slower than it should have.
"Open it, fur ball."
Van Gar felt something very hard and very cold against the back of his head.
"Buddy, I just launched a nerve gas canister into your ship. If I don't close this door, we're all going to die."
"Fucking liar."
Van Gar heard the man's finger moving towards the trigger. Then there was a gurgling sound, and the gun fell away from his head. He turned and the guy was just staring at him. Then he staggered a little, and fell to the ground, sliding off the bayonet of Drew's rifle as he did so.
Van Gar smiled at Drew. "What took you so long?"
"I broke a nail. Cover me."
Van Gar nodded.
She put her weapon down, pulled a tool from her pocket, and pried the cover off the control panel.
"You better fucking hurry. If they make it to the airlock . . ."
"You worry so much."
She snipped a couple of wires and twisted them together, apparently oblivious to the shower of sparks which erupted at her finger tips.
Van Gar heard feet hit the airlock floor, and then the doors hit high speed and slammed shut, leaving a hand flopping around on the floor.
Drew made a face. "Ugh! I hate it when that happens."
She played around with the wires, trying to override whatever the pirates had done, so that she could first close the exterior doors just enough to break the pirates' tube seal and suck them all into the vacuum of space, and then close the door completely. She could hear them banging on the airlock door. Either they thought one of their buddies would open the doors, or they were just plain desperate.
Drew was working as fast as she could when Van tapped her shoulder.
"You can slow down. I wasn't lying about the gas canister. They got maybe five minutes before the gas
"Fuck." Van Gar took a deep breath. "I count five."
"Seven," Drew corrected.
She jumped out from behind the pile, opened fire, and then jumped back.
"Now there's five of em." She grinned. "Man, I hope you dumb fucks don't bleed all over my scrap!"
"Fuck you!" someone yelled back.
"Hey! You can't talk that way ta me! I'm a lady!"
She looked at Van."Shall we?"
"You take the left; I'll take the right."
"On three."
"One, two, three."
Drew ran around the left side of the junk, and Van Gar ran out the right. He dodged behind an old truck, and she dove behind a bin of copper wire as a blast went past her. She lay on the floor, still for a moment.
"Fucking up my junk," she mumbled as she started crawling on her knees and elbows. She grinned when she poked her head around the corner of the bin and saw the two guys perched on the top of an old nuclear regulator.
"Kiss me, fuckers!" She fired a hail of bolts on them, and they fell together from their perch. She heard gunfire from the other side of the cargo bay.
Van Gar saw the two men fall and made a dash for the airlock doors. The doors were open, and coming through the tube which the pirates had connected to the hull of the Garbage Scow, Van Gar could see reinforcements from the pirate ship. He couldn't risk firing at the pirates while they were in the tube. If he ruptured the sides of the plastic tube, both cargo bays on both ships would be instantly and explosively depressurized. He stepped to the side of the door as the men inside the tube fired on him, and quickly loaded a nasty looking projectile into his weapon. He counted to three, jumped into the doorway, and fired over the heads of the boarding party, into their ship. Then he ran for the airlock control button.
The men in the tube knew what he was up to, and they ran faster in an attempt to get into the ship before the doors closed.
Van Gar punched the button. It made a grating sound.
"Fuck fuck," he looked around the opening, and someone fired at him out of the tube. "Damn, damn," he slammed his closed fist into the button. It started to close, but much slower than it should have.
"Open it, fur ball."
Van Gar felt something very hard and very cold against the back of his head.
"Buddy, I just launched a nerve gas canister into your ship. If I don't close this door, we're all going to die."
"Fucking liar."
Van Gar heard the man's finger moving towards the trigger. Then there was a gurgling sound, and the gun fell away from his head. He turned and the guy was just staring at him. Then he staggered a little, and fell to the ground, sliding off the bayonet of Drew's rifle as he did so.
Van Gar smiled at Drew. "What took you so long?"
"I broke a nail. Cover me."
Van Gar nodded.
She put her weapon down, pulled a tool from her pocket, and pried the cover off the control panel.
"You better fucking hurry. If they make it to the airlock . . ."
"You worry so much."
She snipped a couple of wires and twisted them together, apparently oblivious to the shower of sparks which erupted at her finger tips.
Van Gar heard feet hit the airlock floor, and then the doors hit high speed and slammed shut, leaving a hand flopping around on the floor.
Drew made a face. "Ugh! I hate it when that happens."
She played around with the wires, trying to override whatever the pirates had done, so that she could first close the exterior doors just enough to break the pirates' tube seal and suck them all into the vacuum of space, and then close the door completely. She could hear them banging on the airlock door. Either they thought one of their buddies would open the doors, or they were just plain desperate.
Drew was working as fast as she could when Van tapped her shoulder.
"You can slow down. I wasn't lying about the gas canister. They got maybe five minutes before the gas
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