Hamund and Ken prepare themselves in their suits, Hamunds suit outlined with white fur and teal accents showcasing a patch on his right shoulder which had the silhouette of a wolf planted into a broken gear.

Ken’s suit was orange in color, with numbers written on the back appearing to be nothing more than a reserve suit or even one granted to crew members who were spending time within the brig.

Hamund adjusted the collar of his suit, the white fur brushed against his chin as he completed the inspection of his seals. Hamund glanced at the patch on his shoulder, the silhouette of the wolf embedded in the broken gear gleamed under the dim lights of the airlock. He turned to Ken, his orange suit was worn and faded, it was utilitarian by comparison, the numbers had began fading from the suits countless space walks.

As Hamund sealed his helmet onto his suit he asked Ken with the blue from his computer lighting up exposing Kens facial features “Are you ready?”

Ken placed the used helmet on winching in disgust as he smelled the sweat and blood of the previous occupant. “Do you not believe in hygiene?”

“Every morning, no sense in cleaning gear that is never used though.” Hamund replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Ken’s grimace deepened as he adjusted the helmet attempting to get a complete seal. “It is called Preventative maintenance, very simple idea.”

Hamunds smirk widened as he secured his hammer into his suits socket. The suit lit up as it ran through its emergency procedures, his helmet displayed a light green cone of light, highlighting the ground around him, while his suit glowed with a bright white light against the wall ahead of him.

“You worry too much,” Hamund said, his voice resonating through his suit's intercoms. “Just focus on the mission, you keep me alive and I’ll return the favor.”

Hamund clipped a rope onto his suit and then trotted over to Ken clipping the other end of the rope onto a loop at the front of his suit.

Ken glanced down at the rope, he thought of how primitive the rope was compared to the hightech nature of Hamund armor. He looked up at Hamund who was securing his sword and shield onto clips on his legs.

“I am not sure how safe this suit is,” Ken said, his voice tangled with sarcasm “Just don't let me die.”

Hamund stomped his feet on the ground ensuring his magnetic boots were working and replied “I have done far riskier stunts for fun.”

Ken found himself at a loss of words, instead he gave Hamund a thumbs up signifying his preparedness to begin their space walk.

As they approached the outer airlock doors, the faint hum of machinery grew louder. Air could be heard rushing through the slow opening doors as Hamund placed a firm grip on Kens shoulder.

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As the doors groaned open, Ken felt his feet wanting to move forward but Hamund grip remained true. The steel doors were replace by a eerie visual of darkness, stars beckoned Ken to take his first steps.

Hamund looked Ken in the eyes as he asked “Are you sure your ready?”

“Not even close” Ken sarcastically responded.

Hamund laughed as he threw Ken towards the Enemy ship before quickly releasing his magnetic boots.

Hamund quickly propelled himself forward as his thrusters rotated through engagement keeping him on course for the gaping hole in the Tuskers ship.

Ken felt helpless as he floated behind Hamund feeling the quick bursts of air shot out of his thrusters.

“If I survive this” Ken thought to himself “I am never offering to help Hamund again”

The rope that tethered them together felt frail, as it pulled tight, it felt as if it could break at any minute. Hamund sailed just ahead, his thrusters firing off momentary bursts as they approached the patchwork ship. Hamund observed the ship, upclose the years of rust and cracks in the metal were clear.

As Hamund thought through his approach, Ken was unable to think as every burst from Hamunds thrusters tugged at the rope, jolting Ken forward.

“Have you thought up your plan?” Ken asked, his voice cracking through his intercom.

“The plan is pretty simple.” Hamunds voice rang through Ken's suit. “We go in, you make sure we don't find ourselves in an ambush, and if all else fails, I break this ship from the inside out.”

As Hamund and ken reached the ship, the gaping hole in its side loomed larger. The Jagged edges of the breach glinted ominously, reflecting the subtle light of distant stars.

“Almost there” Hamunds voice crackled through the intercom, he sounded calm and collected despite the chaotic movement from their space walk. As they arrived at the ship Hamund reactivated the magnets on his boots, securing himself the hull of the ship glancing into the gaping hole.

As Ken scrambled to hold onto the side of the ship he could hear Hamund muttering something in his suit.

“Eir activate my Valkyrie drive.” Hamund mutters almost unintelligible to Ken.

Ken, still shaking off the nerves from the spacewalk, asked “What is A valkyrie drive?”

“That is none of your business.” Hamund replied as he rocked back and forth, seemingly preparing himself to jump into the ship.

Ken’s curiosity was piqued, as he examined the frail tether he determined it was in his best interest to not press the issue. The eerie silence of the ship's hull was broken by the occasional faint creek of metal breaking apart.

Hamund placed his shield and sword onto the hull, as they connected the banging sound of the items attaching to the metal of the ship echoed towards Ken.

“Alright” Hamund said, his voice calmer than before. “We're going in.” He glanced at ken. “Stay sharp, we don't know what we are getting into.”

Ken nodded, his heartbeat pounding as he prepared himself for one more space walk. Hamund propelled himself into the ship, dragging Ken behind him. As they reached the interior door of the ship, they were met by scrawny members of the Tuskers.

“Ratvos is awaiting you” one of the guards shouted as he peered past Hamund glaring at Ken “He wasn’t expecting a repeat pest, hello Ken.”

Ken, still helplessly floating in the emptiness of space, waved and replied “It's been a while, How did that map work out for you guys?”

Hamund pulled Ken into the airlock of the ship, as the doors shut behind them, Ken and Hamund removed their helmets. With their helmets removed, the strong odor of rust and rotting food forced them to wrinkle their noses.