“You want what part?” Low-Jack asked.
“Are those discount ears of yours rusted shut again? I said I need an ejection seat for an Ares Venture.”
“How the hell did a dirty orc like you get it’s grubby little hands on a Venture?”
…the large carapaced alien had just gotten a round from an Ares Desert Strike in the head. Roy’s celebration turned to horror as the line of fire opened up between the RPK HMG on the Venture and him. Rounds of machine gun fire hit Roy in the chest. As Roy’s vision dimmed he saw the pilot seat eject upwards straight into the reinforced roof, followed shortly by the sound of ejection seat crashing down next to his barely conscious body. Roy’s vision when all white as the parachute deployed. “You racist bastard gh0st, you just had to wait till the Orc was shot before ejecting the pilot” Roy thought as he passed out…
“It doesn’t matter you damn grease monkey. Can you get me the parts?”
“Yeah, Yeah. It will take a couple weeks to find them, I’ll give you a call when i find it.”
Shortly after the ambush, Andre’s, Grace’s, Roy’s and Alan’s commlinks started ringing.
Low-Jack was calling. Must be about the Venture’s parts.
“You got my ejection seat?” Roy asked as he answered the commlink.
Gunfire could be heard in the background. “Roy, I need help. Someone’s attacking the junkyard.”
“Do you have the parts?”
“Forget the damn seat Roy, someone’s trying to kill your cousin.”
“I’ll never make it there in time. But, I know some people who can. I’ll expect you to find that seat.”