Stealing Spaceships: For Fun and Profit by Logan Jacobs

Author:Logan Jacobs [Jacobs, Logan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

As much as I hated to give that self-important asshole any credit, I had to admit that Leon Cotranis kept a well-stocked tool bag on the Skyhawk. Of course, that was only because his ship was a self-contained floating junkyard, but the tools did at least make it easier to repair things when they broke.

And right now, the Skyhawk was most definitely broken.

“Hand me that splicer, would you?” I asked the brunette princess.

“Um-- that’s the one that looks like a--”

“Like a slingshot,” I answered. “Just don’t touch the ‘V’ part of it, or you’ll probably end up electrocuted.”

Orla knelt down beside me and gingerly passed me the splicer. I grabbed it by the V portion of the slingshot and immediately pretended to shake from electrocution and gnash my teeth together. She gave a little shriek, and then I burst into laughter.

“Only kidding, princess,” I teased.

“You know you’re horrible, right?” she hissed.

“I’ve been told something similar a time or two,” I laughed again. “But I’ve also been told I’m ridiculously good-looking and an amazing fuck, so I think it all evens out, don’t you?”

She exhaled heavily but didn’t answer, so I turned my attention back to the repair of the Skyhawk. We had landed at an angle, so the flattened part of the ship stuck up just enough for me to slide under and see most of the damage we had taken. Orla wasn’t much help when it came to fixing the ship, but she could at least pass me tools once I described them to her.

The stabilizer was busted like I had thought, but with a little tender loving care, I had almost fixed her as good as new. All she needed was a new coil, and she should be good to go. And since the Skyhawk was a fucking relic, most any kind of coil should do the trick.

I finished splicing the last two cables together and screwed the panel back on. That was all I could do until we got the coil. Now there was just the small matter of the fuel and the landing gear.

“Alright, sweetness,” I said after I shimmied out from underneath the Skyhawk to join Orla. “Let’s go see what your shotgun did to the—”

“Look, I said I was sorry--”

“Even the prettiest apology cannot repair a shotgun blast to the landing gear,” I told her.

“I don’t know what my being pretty has to do with anything,” the princess scoffed with her nose in the air.

“Oh, I didn’t say you were pretty,” I said with a grin. “I didn’t even say your apology was pretty. I was just speaking in generic terms, you know.”

“You don’t think I’m--” Orla stopped herself.

“Do you want me to think you’re pretty?” I asked, and I made sure to keep my face deadpan.

“No, I-- no, it doesn’t matter,” the brunette snarled. “Just never mind.”

I smiled to myself as we headed back into the main hold, and then I bent down beside the metal grate that had a massive shotgun hole in it.

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