“Alright lads! Let’s scram before the officials find us!” Sibrek said, as the tug he and his crew borrowed made off with several crates filled to the brim with new armored starship plating. He had one of his crew, his second in command in fact, a furred alien by the name of Joon connect into the shipyard’s computers and introduce a few system bugs. Nothing too malicious, and they would correct themselves before long, these people were allies after all. But it was enough to let their little tug slip in and drag off the armor. Old habits died hard anyway, and Sibrek had no patience for bureaucrats and their feet dragging and triplicate forms. He’d just as soon get what he needed himself.
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“That’s got to be the ugliest ship I’ve ever seen,” Joon commented in a deep rumbling voice, far lower in pitch than anything made by human throats.
“Aye, ain’t pretty, is she?” Sibrek agreed, watching his crew attach the illegally obtained armor to his ship. The job was haphazard, and the plates were welded, bolted, and bonded in place willy nilly, giving the ship a chaotic patched-together look. Not that it looked good anyway after the last battle. “Reminds me of the old Redemption,” Sibrek added, feeling a note of nostalgia. “Besides, she might not look pretty, but that armor will keep us safe. Safer, anyway.”
“You could slap a paint of coat on a waste barge and have it look more like the old Redemption than this flying scrap pile.” Joon added with a snort. “I suppose we’ll just have to make the most of it.”
“Aye. In time, we’ll make her into a good ship. Speaking of which, tell the crew to keep their eyes peeled for any EMP weapons we can liberate in the near future.”
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