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“State of the art is better they said. You won't have any worries they said. Well, poopoo on you. All this technology and I'm still stuck on this oversized monstrosity. Wait, where is everyone?” Jungkook asked, stopping mid-rant in realization of the sheer emptiness of the vessel.
The USS Black Swan was a beast, the largest space vessel of her kind. It cost trillions of intergalactic zenar to build and was the pride of the Kim-Min Battle Tech Systems new Ultra Galantic Hyperspace fleet.
A vessel he had fought tooth and nail to be assigned to, and now, as he looked around, he realized the only thing greeting him was eerie silence. While the majority of those aboard would be in hypersleep, there should at least be a crew comprised of robotic hybrids that did not need sleep running the ship during this time.
The mandatory hibernation phase had been ordered in preparation for the harshest section of the journey to Weyla 46C84, a new outpost that would soon be manned by those aboard the Black Swan.
Jungkook, the head mechanic, had applied for the opportunity to take his skills and begin afresh on the new substation. Approval was always contingent, requiring 18 months of service aboard a B.T.S. vessel before being transferred to their desired position. He had rose quickly through the ranks and had earned the respect of his coworkers easily.
He was, however, not supposed to be awakened until the ship’s arrival on Weyla 46C84. According to the navigation system, the ship was nowhere near their final destination, marking him as being in the Rhogram Belt.
Confused and worried, he searched the system for any signs of life forms besides himself. Readings showed that outside of those in hypersleep, only two life forms could be detected. Himself and another soul near the med bay.
His eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out the best way to get there before rushing over without a second thought.
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It had been a few hours since Seokjin was awakened from hypersleep. He still had no idea how he was woken up since he appeared to be the only person walking around the ship.
In movies, there’s always a hero who saves the day with his super strength and capable handiness. Well, he most certainly was not that guy. He had two left feet and preferred naps to working on his core strength. Ugh. He was probably screwed. Wait, was he the damsel in distress?
Nah, of course not. He was smart, funny, good looking. Heck, he was even good at puzzles! Surely, he’d be fine. Right?
“Fudgesicles! Get out of your head, Jinnie. You’re being so dramatic. Nothing’s even wrong. You’ll be fine. You’ll be…”
A laser shot a hole through the wall he was standing next to. His eyes darted to the place where it came from, only to see a tall, angry looking robotic soldier – one of the Mercars. Wait. Can robots look angry? Well, he wasn’t absolutely certain, but was pretty sure this one looked pissed.
As the Mercar raised his gun to shoot again, Seokjin ran down the adjoining corridor trying every door until one opened. He quickly entered the code to emergency seal the door, hoping the robot soldier was unaware of the existence of such a code.
Bangs and sounds of fighting could be heard just outside the door. A small explosion followed by loud crashes against the entrance made him screech like a frightened child before hiding behind a desk.
He heard the code be entered by whatever was on the other side and the whoosh of the automatic door. Fear froze him, leaving him unable to make a single move as he heard the footfalls of another being approach.
Please let it be another person. Please let it be another person.
And when the hands of another reached out to touch him, he let out a shrill screech that rivaled that of any horror vixen. When he looked up and his eyes met those of another human being, his screams turned to sobs of relief as he clutched onto the man.
Then the realization hit him. I am the damsel in distress.
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Jungkook headed through the various rooms, Seokjin behind him. They had gathered supplies in the med bay and more in the nearby weapons station. The mechanic had fought off the Mercar that had been attacking Seokjin, but they both knew where there was one robot asshole, there would surely be more robot assholes.
“How many of those sons of britches you think there are?” Seokjin asked, peeking from behind him as he searched for signs of the robots.
“Britches?” he asked in confusion.
“Never mind that, grammar boy. How are we gonna defeat these metallic chumps? What do they want with us?”
“Honestly, I’ve no idea how we’ll defeat them, but rest assured, we will. As far as what they want, revenge, I’m sure.”
“Revenge for what? I didn’t do a thing to them,” Seokjin argued.
“Well, neither did I. But Kim-Min did. Destroyed many a Mercar outpost preparing Weyla 46C84 for inhabitation.”
“Then go kick their ass. Leave me out of it. I’m far too fair for this bullshit.”
“They don’t care which humans they have to take down. They’re fucking robots. As long as it hurts Kim-Min in the long run, that’s all that matters.”
“Dammit, Jungkook. If we survive this, your employers are so getting sued.”
“Here, take this,” he responded, handing the other man a gun.
“Oh great, now I have to kill them, too? Ugh, I hate traveling.”
“Never mind that, can you use it?”
“Yes, I can. Do I want to? Not particularly. But I can. Stupid…”
His complaints were broken up by shots to the wall between them. Seokjin was thankful these robots were shit aims. He quickly rolled to his left, taking aim, and blasting the robots head into itty bitty pieces. Looking up at Jungkook, he blew on the tip of the gun, doing his best to make a bad-ass hero face.
“You are ridiculous. Come on, killer, let’s try to find a way through this mess.”