Da good shtuff

Da good shtuff

Zimbo pushed the hyper-drive as hard as he could to get away from the forbidden stars system.  He was almost a light year away when his proximity alarms warned him that he had been trailed.  He checked the drive signatures and saw that it was an Imperial Armada destroyer. 

“Fuck!” Zimbo said.  There was no choice but to stop and allow them to board and inspect his cargo.  He couldn’t combat a destroyer.

He was being hailed.  He tuned into the frequency and sighed with relief.  “Oh, it’s only you,” Zimbo said.  “For a moment I was really worried.”

The man in the Imperial Armada uniform smiled and simply said, “I’d still have worried.”

A second later, Zimbo’s cargo ship carrying the illegal Cane exploded silently in the vacuum of space.