Captain Zara Flint called it a road trip. The rest of the crew called it reckless wandering.
The pirate ship Laughing Comet drifted happily between stars; cargo hold full of questionable treasure and stolen fuel cells. Everything was perfect. Until the chewing started.
Navigator Bo lifted a panel and froze.
“Captain… we have a situation.”
A rodent squeaked, and ten answered. These were glowing, six-eyed, space-adapted furry breeders apparently capable of producing twelve babies before breakfast. Within minutes they were everywhere.
Rodents chewing the wiring, in the engines. Even rodents chewing the captain’s boot.
“Emergency pit stop!” Zara shouted.
The ship screeched down onto the nearest asteroid outpost while squeaking chaos erupted through the corridors.
As they landed, hatches opened, and crew members ran out. Behind them rodents poured out like fuzzy lava.
Dockworkers watched silently as hundreds, then thousands, bounced across the landing pad.
One mechanic sighed loudly.
“Not space rodents again!”
Zara stepped out, brushing orange glowing fur from her coat.
“Fuel. Fumigation. And whatever stops these things reproducing.”
Behind her another wave of rodents exploded from the ship’s ramp.
The mechanic sighed and scratched his bald blue head.
“Catching them critters gonna cost extra.”
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