In the garbage dump at the edge of deep space, he is the most miserable maintenance worker.
The Federation fleet used abandoned starships to squeeze out the last bit of his value, just to support the luxurious planet light years away.
One night, a group of space pirates drove armed boats and surrounded his shabby workstation: "Hand over the repair tools! Otherwise, I will see you see a black hole!"
He activated the backup energy source and tried to resist, but accidentally activated the ancient star shuttle in the corner that was welded to death.
The main control screen on the bridge flashed a line of ancient mysterious text:
"Even a tiny spark can start a prairie fire. Do you dare to rebel?"
At the same time, a low hum came from the core engine of the Star Shuttle - this ancient evil ship that was said to have devoured the sun in ancient wars was responding to him.
"Come on," he held down the fiery ancestral ring on his chest and stared at the grinning armed boat on the holographic screen, "Try your particle cannon. Are you qualified to break through this dusty starship for me?"
The engine roared, lighting up half of the dark star field.
