Saying thingsThere are many distant factions, between the stars. Entire generations gliding through the black without ever seeing one another. Nearly infinite possibilities, inside galaxies, and the blackness between.
Here is one of those places. An Ex-Jovian named Shiki. Cycle of life and death, the ending. It is sort of a way station in between galaxies, a refuge between the civilizations, politics, and in-fighting of the Civilized world.
The black disk of the planet's skyline, loomed in front of the station above Shiki 3. The third moon on the inner racetrack of the system. no star, no other major planets, just these planets. One gas giant, and its seventeen moons.
Rumbling from one of the massive Kuran Nomad fleet, drifted by slowly, their rounded white and blue hull, illuminated by the lights from the city. Glaring blue lines of fluid plasma, jetted out into the black, creating a flowing river of light behind the ship.
He was waiting. Waiting for his transfer to go through, ruining the day for smaller fighters was what he did best, though their hardware seemed to get better every time he left the for the "Real world" the galaxies of the universe.
His clients were always good for their money, because he was always good on his mission objectives. It was a simple symbiosis of sorts.
A dull tone chimed from an incoming transmission. 27000C and a the last payment for his new ship. he worked his way, for months, having to scrape fighters off the hull of his G2-Gunship, to a real beauty that had been gutted from the Kuran fleet. a relic heading for the scrap yard, he put it on reserve, and now it was his within a few moments.
He pulled up the shipboard marketplace terminal, his accounts, an economy tab, and a small hangar camera with a corner view of his new ship.
It was his now, an old rust bucket with a heavy and slow hull like a tank, but it was his. All he had to do now, was to name the thing. it took him a while to think of something proper. The Kuran ship sizes averaged on most other race's flagship sizes.
A fitting end to his toils. Now he had to retrofit it for manufacturing and refining. What sparked this idea was when he found a cozy asteroid belt on the outer rim of a major civilization, but just out of reach of it being populated.
It was time for him to get into his new ship, and set out.