The Captain quickly stood and headed for the door, "Stay here Dave, I will update you as soon as possibe". Dave's wide eyed stare at the captain conveyed his rising fear and surprise. He opened and closed his mouth several times trying to say... something, but no words came out as the Captain strode out the door and it closed behind him. The ship shook again followed by more banging and creaking as the red glow of the room flickered several times.
After several seconds of internal screaming Dave finally found his voice, "So Cam, this being my first space battle and all, what's the situation look like?". "The Fortune's Profit is an unarmed trading vessel". Cam replied. "This is the first time this ship has come under attack as well. Normally Fa-Wel trade routes and shipping lanes are kept out of public domain. I am unsure who our attacker is or how they knew where to locate us, chances are it is a scavenger ship. It could be, as you humans like to say, just bad luck and we folded in right in front of them as they were cruising along and they could not pass up such an inviting target". Bad luck, Dave thought. Just pure dumb bad luck.
"Okay" Dave began, "What's the plan then?" There was a few seconds pause before dave got his response. "Captain Strint has sent a general communication to the attacking vessel offering our full surrender". Dave started at this statement, but then remembered that he was just informed about a minute ago that this ship is unarmed. Unless whomever is attacking them can be nuetralized by wit and harsh language, surrender was probably the best option. "Have they accepted our surrender?" He asked. Cam returned with "There has been no response as of yet"
The ship lurched again, but felt very different this time. There was no boom of an impact or explosion, but instead what sounded like rending metal. Suddenly Dave was weightless and floating across the room. With him not being used to how to navigate in zero G he nearly floated face first into the wall in front of him only barely managing to get his arms out to stop himself. Cam and it's increasingly annoying monotone chimed in with "Enemy craft has attached tow cables and are pulling us in. Calculations suggest they intend to board us." It was news that to Dave's mind sounded... suboptimal. As his brain was swallowing this news from Cam, Dave noticed movement outside of the viewport.
Struggling to get himself turned around he saw the attacking ship begin to come into view. With more effort than he thought he should be expending he pulled himself over to the window and his jaw dropped open. The object that was entering his field of view and moving steadily closer was nothing like the ships of science fiction stories. The lower third of the ship, lower from his perspective looked like a supersized version of river barges that he saw on a daily basis floating the sanitary and ship canal. On top of this was heaping piles of metal. It looked like piles of metal you would see in a salvage yard only larger than anything he had ever seen. Dave could make out what appeared to be carge netting, or strapping holding the entire thing together except it wasn't doing all that great of a job. He saw a trail behind the ship of small pieces of metal floating away haphazardly. Dave guessed these were nuts and bolts and other smaller pieces that worked their way through the cargo net.
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As Dave stared on he noticed a glint of light reflecting off of what must have been a tow cable. It stretched across the void from the, for lack of a better term, hunk of junk to somewhere below his position on the Fortune's Profit. Since Cam had mentioned cables he assumed there was a second one somewhere but only managed to dwell on that thought for a moment. "Cam?" Dave asked. "Yes Dave?" Cam responded. "If this ship is about to be boarded, and the boarders haven't accepted an offer of surrender, can I assume that a confrontation is about to ensue?" He asked. "I have no frame of reference for what may or may not happen, Dave. Please remain in this cabin and I am sure the Captain will be with you shortly."
Dave briefly considered changing Cams name to "Customer Service Bot 1". It sounded like like a number of customer service agents who supposed to help you, but never actually had any idea as to how to do so. He decided that staying put was probably the best course of action since he didn't have a singe clue as to what he should do. So he stayed where he was at the viewport and watched as the ship crept closer and closer. Dave considered himself a minor spaceflight fan. Whenever he could he would watch launches and ISS dockings. He recalled that when two objects in space got close to each other things slowed to a crawl for safety. This was nothing like that.
As the ship got closer and closer it wasn't slowing down. At all. Dave found himself trying to slowly step away from the window while completely forgetting that he was floating about a foot off the deck so he was pedaling his legs backwards uselessly. The enemy ship unceremoniously crashed into the side of the Profit and kind of stuck there. No bouncing or rebound, like throwing a dirty sweat sock at the wall and it sticks. As if the current amount of chaos wasn't enough for Dave, things got worse.