Cream was panting. He always panted when he was nervous.
This run was going to be risky. No one had ever gone hunting for a coyote before. Captain’s children were back on the docking station orbiting New Saturn being watched over by Moma, the head of station security. The rest of the crew were alert and looked as tense as Cream felt.
The cargo hold was stuffed full of modified short hop vehicles manned by shaggy black and white hooligans. Cream had originally thought the three hooligans from their crew were unique and was surprised to find out that their subspecies mostly worked in security. Fifty two of them had volunteered as soon as Cream posted his plan on the docking station message boards.
Even Bo, the huge happy go lucky slobber hound, was quiet and watchful as they headed for the asteroid belt where the coyote had been hiding. The ship glided along at half speed, every sensor tweaked to the max.
They were on the edge of the asteroid belt before the warning chime sounded. Cream caught sight of the coyote ship launch off a large asteroid just as Captain ordered the cargo hold open. As soon as the tiny vehicles were clear, Tasha and Kane took the ship into a series of evasive maneuvers.
Cream wished he had a better view of the hooligans swarming over the coyote. Some of them carried bombs full of the mutagenic space goo Otis created by accident. All of them were equipped with grav grapplers.
The first hooligans slapped grapplers on the nose of the coyote and started playing tug of war while evading the coyote’s short range weapons. The second wave of hooligans started bombing the coyote’s engines with goo. The third wave of hooligans captured a small asteroid and were pulling it toward the coyote. The engines were already starting to overheat from being plugged with goo, which was growing at an alarming rate, when the captive asteroid made contact with the coyote.
Cream held his breath for a moment. All the hooligans released their grav grapples and floated away from the coyote. The asteroid stuck. Cream started barking and howling and dancing around on his pawgers. The coyote was perfectly joined to the asteroid. It had to shut down it’s engine or blow up.
Cream was incredibly proud his plan had worked. As the hooligans attached personalized message beacons to the asteroid, Cream started prancing up and down the bridge.
The message beacons became live and barky voices started repeating statements like “I’m a coyote, stay away” and “I’m a stupid coyote, I stink like human cologne” and “I’m too dumb to lick my own butt.”
Cream was so proud of himself he didn’t realize the hooligans were headed away from the ship, into the asteroid field, until Kane started barking at them.
Oh, what are they doing now, thought Cream. This is no time to be goofing off.
The he looked at the goo that was spreading all over the coyote and the asteroid stuck to it. The hooligans were bringing more asteroids in with their grapples. A lot of asteroids.
Oh no, yipped Cream. This is going to get out of control.
By the time they were done, five hooligans had totaled their vehicles, two had vacuum burns, and three had to be scrapped out of the goo and hosed down with goo dissolvent. They all wanted to know when they could do it again.
Most of the message beacons were also damaged. Cream and his crewmates sailed back to New Saturn with “ oyte stink cologne” and “ lick my own butt” being broadcast endlessly into the void.