Snippet #2763336

"Work, you piece of stupid majestic crap of shit," Horik spat as she slammed her fist onto the maroon hood. She yelped in pain and jerked her hand back only to slam it again, this time making sure her first didn't linger. Shaking the singed hand, Horik sighed loudly and looked up at the blue of the sky. It was cloudless and the full force of the heat bore upon her face, the goggles no longer providing that little hint of shade masked as shadows. The pain lessened and Horik rubbed her eyes.

It was going to be a long day.

She sighed again and her yellow eyes trailed over the cobbled together ramshackle sorry excuse of a ship before her. The different parts that made it up were distinct in that they didn't look anything at all like the pieces they were connected to. The welds were messy and dents were caused by both her and the wreckage she had salvaged the piece from. It was shaped like a canoe someone made out of play-doh and then realized they had wanted it wider. They would have gone to get more play-doh but there was no more so they had to stretch it out so thin they had to pinch some of it together so the holes would close back up. Seeing no rips, they would stick a shitty sail and an engine made from legos.

That was Horik's ship.

Except Horik's ship had a flag attached on top of that bulky engine. It was a rust colored red piece of cloth with a poorly constructed meteor shower sewn into it using tinier scraps of cloth. It was this that Horik took in her hands as she wondered what part to abuse next in hopes of getting it to work.

"Just, just rockin'," she muttered to herself as she let go of her flag and went to work again. The ship clunked and groaned in protest. The sun beat down on her immobile form. Dread built in her chest.

Then, the engine roared and coughed and tried a guttural growl for good measure. Horik opened her mouth, no doubt to congratulate herself, before a loud explosion followed.

Ducking for cover, Horik could feel the burning heat of the sand but could feel no scorching heat on her back. Well, at least no the usual kind. When she was sure her limbs were intact, she looked back and glanced at her ship. It was intact and barely holding itself together as always. When Horik looked in the other direction however, she could see smoke and fire and the glint of steel.

A wreck.

No, a shipwreck.