>>32684

1/2.
Gain Inventory: 420 Mackmorian Therma-Fur Coats
Lose: 1125 credits

You punch in the coordinates on your nav-computer and punch into hyperspace, the crew taking their token Acid-tabs to enjoy the views and hyperspace looks trippy as fuck. You exit near the coordinates of the of the rogue planet, and the lightness abyss that greets you does not bode well for your search. You order your men to scan for signs of the world, only to have your order greeted with klaxon and klaxon going off in your command room. Trayvon, your new helmsmen, screams over the blasts "YO BOSS, THIS PLANET IS RIGHT FUCKING INFRONT OF US AND WEZ GETTING SUCKED INTO ITS GRAVITATIONAL FIELD SHIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTT!"

A moment later the distinct sound of a ship plummeting through atmosphere rings out on a barren world with no sun to light it. The Bright orange ball of fire casting some token light on this world accustom only to darkness, revealing a sprawling facility that has not seen the light of anything for millennia, and in the ice sheets, something else stirs as well.


Snoop comes to in a bridge full of chaos, everyone is fine, but everything not nailed down is fucking '''everywhere'''. J-rizzle is all the way down the hull, his fat ass slamming so hard into the bulkhead to the mess that it is not dented. After a quick check the ship is perfectly fine as well aside from some stuff inside getting thrown around. Apparently that new armor and paint job Xibizznizz-27 put on is as fucking dope as he said it was. Shiiiieeeet nigga.