Black is Back

Black is Back
 
Idwal Everrett Mining Engineer
John Keats  Jet Jockey
Quilibet  Feral Ferret
 
Near the wreck of the frieghter on the death star surface
 
 
SNIP
 
Quilibet took opportunity to demonstrate its Ability of speech."Well, i don't know about you two, but shouldn't we try and find where we are, who's around and how to get back to the Dwarf?"Idwall stood there, a large smile and eyes almost closed."That is so CUTE!"
 
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As an engineer the idea that the ball of fur on his shoulder was some form of Mag-Tech, and a vocalising one at that, really cheered Idwal up.  This euphoria did not last long however as the wreck began to grumble and moan in its death throes.
"Time to leave the scene of the crime" suggested Idwal and the pair made their way to a bluff whilst behind them the frieghter scattered its constituent parts across the barren countryside.
After a couple of hours of walking the bleak, monotonous and arid landscape had not changed and seemed to stretch to the horizon.
"This thing is some mother of a creation" observed Keats
"Yeah, " agreed Idwal "But its got to be a construct.  I mean, nothing this size just pops up in space, if it were natural it would have an orbit, however eccentric."
Keats kicked the ground experimentally
"Wow! look at this!" he yelled.  Under the inches of debris lay a surface that was definitely not natural.
"This is some kind of space station" opined Idwal
"In which case there have got to be entry ports" said Keats.  He spoke to Quilibet "Find an entry port!"
Keats and Idwal watched as the robo-rodent quartered the ground ahead.  Finally it stopped and began furiously digging.  Both men ran over, fell to their knees and joined the ferret in its labours.
An hour later a double doored entry port lay uncovered and Quilibet was attaching itself to the entry switch they had discovered under a flap at the foot of the port.
Within a minute Quilibet had the codes and the door hissed open.  All three tumbled inside eager to find out what it was they were on.
"I think this is the tradesman's entrance" observed Idwal  Because they were in a tunnel lit with low sodium tinged lighting the floor of which was strewn with what appeared to be abandoned canisters.
"Well lets go find the owner of the house" said Keats and they moved off up the tunnel.
As they moved deeper into the tunnel the canisters grew thicker and more jumbled until they were faced with amound that blocked the entire tunnel.
"Untidy owners" observed Keats and Idwal began to tug at the base of the mound
"Maybe we can shift a few and get thro ..............."
The rest was lost in a clattering roar as the whole blockage began to move and canisters began raining down on them. As they did so several ruptured and began venting their contents inot the tunnel space.
After a few seconds peace and stillness returned.
And then an arm,  a leg and other sundry bits of body began appearing from the wreckage.
"NEVER" said Keats to Idwal " take a tin from the bottom of the pile!  Didn't your mother teach you anything?"
And then Quilibet's voice piped in "Gentlemen there's something you should know"
"Huh?" said both men turning to where the ferret's head poked up from a mound of canisters
"We have all been effected by the canisters discharges."
Both men looked at each other
"Oh shit!" they both managed at the same time
Because they were all completely, utterly and totally as black as proverbial ace of spades.