The fear in his face was hidden behind the tinted black visor of his space helmet.Â Heavy metal music vibrated inside the small fighter craft as it rocketed towards the astroid field. Darin glanced down at his radar! A fleet of enemy fighters where hot on his tail. Beams of light flashed across the nose of his space ship!Â<br/><br/><br/>"Fuck this!" Â Darin shouted as he pulled upward sharply and evading the debris of the of the astroids which had been intended to be used as cover now became mass of flying projectiles! Â "Fucking Imperial shit heads!" he shouted and pulled the pin for his grenade and tossed it out of the wast bin!Â Darin held his breath and glanced back behind his shoulder....<br/><br/>.........threeâ€¦.twoâ€¦.oneâ€¦â€¦.Blam!Â A large fire ball and shrapnel sent the first two lead fighters careening off course.<br/><br/>â€œGotcha!â€ he shouted, and victoriously pumping his first in the air,  but his victory was short lived because there was eight more that took their place!Â<br/><br/><<<-Alert!-Alert! - Abort!- Abort! >>><br/><br/>He hit the red emergency ejection button sending ship and cockpit flying away from each other. In seconds the fighter craft he had flown in for years was obliterated into a ball of flames and space particles. Â<br/><br/>The music inside the cockit stopped and everything turned to static as the Empirial ships began hacking into his communication controls of his cockpit. Darin reached down pulling his side arm from its holster on his thigh and with a flick of his thumb he charged it...PeoW! PeoW! PeoW! he fired the laser into the hard drives of his computer cleansing anything that would lead him back to his base.Â<br/><br/>Darin sat there watching the smoke rise from his dashboard. As expected there appeared a imperial commander on his communications screen.<br/><br/>"I am Captain of the Siddrol, Prepare to be boarded....." Peow! .... Darin blasted the communications monitor. The downed fighter pilot cursed when he felt the tracker beam of the ship capture his cockpit...Â<br/><br/>During the meantime he flipped up his visor glanced around going through his rations... dehydrated vitamin mush, dehydrated vitamin mush. "Fuck Dehydrated mush!" he shouted and tossed it out the waste shoot! "Here it is!" he chuckled as he as pulled out his contraband, a BLT sandwich. The pilots had been prohibited in bringing such perishables aboard the ship as it was a Customs issue when it came to bringing meat, or vegetables from other planets... apparently so the legend went, an anchovy pizza on the 3rd moon of planet #44545 in sector 8 mutated and became some sort of monster that ate people. so the legend went anyway.<br/><br/>. Darin sighed and propped his feet up on his charred control panel and began hurriedly cramming his sandwich into his mouth, before he was pulled into the Imperial Battle ships Hanger.Â<br/><br/>Holding his half eating sandwich Darin glanced around watching the imperial troops surround his little ship as he was set down onto the landing pad. There was loud taps on the cockpit glass. Darin turned to see the two imperial solders signaling him to get out of the cock pit. Darin smiled back and pointed his sandwich.Â<br/><br/>-- OPEN THE HATCH AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING! -- Boomed the loud bay voice system.Â<br/><br/>"Its broken! I can't open it!" he shouted back... doing his best to buy more time to savor his the sweet bacon and lettuce and tomato sandwich. It didn't take long, before the imperials troops maintenance robots swarmed the cockpit their welding torches and began cutting their way threw. Darin crammed the rest of the sandwhich into his mouth and pulled the pin on his smoke grenade. Immediately plumes of smoke came billowing out of the cockpit!<br/><br/>"Fire! Help! Help! Fire!" he shouted banging on the glass. When the imperial forces broke open the hatch! Darin came out shooting! "Ha ha! Bring it mother fuckers!" he shouted. Beams of lights came flying into the plumes of white smoke, as they fired into the smoking cockpit. Darin shielded his face from the spray of hot molten metal sparks and pulled the pin of his last smoke grenade with teeth he, flung it out into the open and sprinted for cover.<br/>â€¨<br/>Darin dove behind a large green crate! Almost immediately the shooting came to a sudden halt.Â A little confused, Darin slowly raised his head and froze when he read the large diamond shaped orange warning label...  WARNING 1.1 explosives! Set right next to another crate full of compressed contains hydrogen oxygen and nitrogen.Â<br/><br/>---- COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!---- Boomed the voice again.Â<br/><br/>"How you bring me a PBJ and some Hot Cocoa and we can talk about how replacing my fighter you just blew up, Asshole!" Darin shouted back.Â<br/><br/><br/>---THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNINGâ€¦..----<br/><br/>"I swear! I will fucking blow this ShitCan you call a battle ship to pieces!" Darin threatened!Â<br/><br/>---â€¦.THIS IS YOUR FINALâ€¦.ONE MOMENT SIR--*click* --This Captain Siddrolâ€¦. my personal chef is preparing your sandwichâ€¦ and wants to know if you want whip cream or walnut ice cream in your hot cocoa, sir?.--Â<br/><br/>Darin paused, "Both!" he shoute, as he wondered how long he could hold a hostage the entire battle ship with an laser gun Â with no charge..Â