Adapt and Overtake part 1

{Before you read, this was my first attempt at a Humanity Fuck Yeah story and let me be the first to tell you that it's largely unoriginal and for the most part boring. Read at your own risk. Oh and my skype's darkwing.erternal if you wanna yell at me about it.}

 

I was the only human on board. Only other human was at least two light years away. I’m part of a new program, relating to a new treaty with the species Frarn, a large reptilian species. In order to improve relations I’ve been stationed on one of their exploration vessels. Can’t blame the alien crew for not trusting me and or including me in, well, anything outside of required work; I’m the alien to them, if a large reptilian turtle monster came aboard one of my ships? I’d be a little more than apprehensive in engaging with him too. Humans were new to the galaxy as well. Only recently joined the council and were allowed permits to their space. In my opinion, I didn’t like the council; they seemed to be… snobs I guessed. They looked down on all new species. But we seemed to have a special place in their hearts for us humans. I might be just a weapons and survival expert, but I know when people have it out for you.

Maybe they feel threatened by us? We did have the third largest fleet in known space. There’s only one larger fleet in friendly space. They number two in the largest fleets. The largest is from the darker side of space. Implying space in all its vast blackness could get darker. Luckily, the Kraak seem to be happy just plotting at the moment. Ugly bastards they are, females are passable, I guess. Though they’re a rarer sight than the inside of a Kix’s wallet.

I was working on repairs for weapons down in the armoury, a scuffle with some Jaun pirates left some of the weapons jammed. Damn Frarn seem to get so spooked whenever there’s a fire fight. They’re just not aware how fragile their weapons actually are, they just jam their fingers on the trigger repeatedly and rip out the magazine only to slam in another. No checking the gun to see if it’s loaded properly.  Well, I guess it may have had something to do with them disabling the thrusters on our ship and boarding it, causing further damage to the interior. They think I’m slow at reloading, but come on I only got two arms and two eyes anyway!

I placed a repaired cryo-blaster down. An experimental weapon barely past the prototype range in the military, the pirates were using them. How the hell they managed to be armed with those was troubling. But hey, new looted weapons, yay. I heard the armoury door slide open and heavy footsteps.

“Human” My translator picked up, I turned from the weapons desk to look at him through my suit’s visor.

Oh, didn’t I mention? Apparently oxygen is freaking dangerous and volatile to most alien species. I have to have a suit on pretty much twenty four seven so I don’t suffocate on alien ships. It’s black too, I like black. The alien was holding several more weapons, looks like he was part of the scav team picking apart the Jaun ship.

My translator made a ‘klik’ noise.

“More weapons” He grunted, nodding towards the pile in his hands, he noticed the other pile of weapons on the table, most of them were the ones that they had broken and then to the fully repaired on in front of me “Focus on our weapons, finish working on your toys after”

I frowned as he made his way to the table to dump his load of more weapons, my translator ‘klik'ed again as I opened my mouth to reply.

“But, these are three, if not four more times better, more ammo efficient, fire faster and not to mention, turn target’s blood frozen!” I exclaimed, annoyed at how he could not know this.

He looked at the cryo-blaster, a look of uncertainty flashed across his face and then he looked at the slug rifle on his back.

“No, like my slug rifle better, it’s familiar. Captain says work on the other weapons first”

I frowned again, there was no point trying to argue with him. I’d learnt from experience that Frarn are sticklers for tradition. Old habits die hard, eh? These are immortal. With a grunt the alien turned and left the room. I sighed and went back to my work, moving the cryo-blaster aside and grabbing a slug-rifle with a bent barrel and cracked firing mechanism.  Fairly easy fix, just needs a re- I was thrown off my chair suddenly by a huge explosion that rocked the ship. Scrambling to my feet I snatched the only working weapon, the cryo-blaster and dashed out the door to the hallway window.