Beep! [Incoming transmission, respond?]
Well that's new. No one had ever tried to contact your ship during one of your cargo loads. Currently, you were (reluctantly) delivering a multitude of crates to JoyCo, mostly parts and machinery to make their production smoother. The only reason you were hesitant about it was because the main JoyCo facility was on the other side of the galaxy to your home planet. But part of you stated that the company understood that, and you might get one of those sex bots for your own if you did. Or some sort of cool weapon or shield, that company did everything and anything.
Currently, you were flying over an uninhabited planet - well, uninhabited by normal people. But there were sure to be native species who were either unidentified or purposefully hidden from the public eye. Anyway, you find yourself picking up the transmission, but the sender is unknown. A video feed pops up, revealing a figure in some sort of black coat, a laser rifle attached to their hip. Judging by their build and chest, they were male, but you couldn't exactly tell on your own, as they wore some sort of metallic mask that reminded you of a Frost Wyrm skull.
"Greetings, transporter." Their voice was warped, no doubt an effect of the mask to hide their identity, "No doubt you have come a long way to deliver those parts... but unfortunately for you, we cannot allow that." Oh boy, here we go. "You see, there is a certain... 'device' in one of the crates that, if allowed to pass through unhindered, would ruin us. So, as beautiful as you are-" Oh, what a gentleman, flattering someone in the middle of a threat, "You are going to have to die. Farewell." The transmission cuts, and almost immediately after, an explosion rocks your shields, resulting in them becoming visible, flickering before another blast completely wipes them out. A warning alarm blares out, but before you could initiate any kind of protocol, the engines are destroyed, and you're ship is sent slowly down towards the planet, gaining speed.
You stumble around, having a hard time getting to the controls, but when you do get there, you note that the emergency parachutes (which was a generated shield that appeared in the opposite direction to a planet's gravity pull, allowing for air to be gathered to ensure a slow descent) are still functioning, and quickly activate them. There's a jerk, but now you're going down a lot slower, an exhale leaving your lips. It takes a while, but eventually the ship lands, smoke rising from various points on it. You're alive, and checking the storage, the cargo is okay. But you're not going anywhere anytime soon.
Well that's new. No one had ever tried to contact your ship during one of your cargo loads. Currently, you were (reluctantly) delivering a multitude of crates to JoyCo, mostly parts and machinery to make their production smoother. The only reason you were hesitant about it was because the main JoyCo facility was on the other side of the galaxy to your home planet. But part of you stated that the company understood that, and you might get one of those sex bots for your own if you did. Or some sort of cool weapon or shield, that company did everything and anything.
Currently, you were flying over an uninhabited planet - well, uninhabited by normal people. But there were sure to be native species who were either unidentified or purposefully hidden from the public eye. Anyway, you find yourself picking up the transmission, but the sender is unknown. A video feed pops up, revealing a figure in some sort of black coat, a laser rifle attached to their hip. Judging by their build and chest, they were male, but you couldn't exactly tell on your own, as they wore some sort of metallic mask that reminded you of a Frost Wyrm skull.
"Greetings, transporter." Their voice was warped, no doubt an effect of the mask to hide their identity, "No doubt you have come a long way to deliver those parts... but unfortunately for you, we cannot allow that." Oh boy, here we go. "You see, there is a certain... 'device' in one of the crates that, if allowed to pass through unhindered, would ruin us. So, as beautiful as you are-" Oh, what a gentleman, flattering someone in the middle of a threat, "You are going to have to die. Farewell." The transmission cuts, and almost immediately after, an explosion rocks your shields, resulting in them becoming visible, flickering before another blast completely wipes them out. A warning alarm blares out, but before you could initiate any kind of protocol, the engines are destroyed, and you're ship is sent slowly down towards the planet, gaining speed.
You stumble around, having a hard time getting to the controls, but when you do get there, you note that the emergency parachutes (which was a generated shield that appeared in the opposite direction to a planet's gravity pull, allowing for air to be gathered to ensure a slow descent) are still functioning, and quickly activate them. There's a jerk, but now you're going down a lot slower, an exhale leaving your lips. It takes a while, but eventually the ship lands, smoke rising from various points on it. You're alive, and checking the storage, the cargo is okay. But you're not going anywhere anytime soon.