I Can Change, I Can Change, I Can Change, I Can Change

I don't like my odds in a dogfight against several of the people who've followed me.

Uh, two different cruisers are in orbit and as soon as they find me I won't have time to complain. One of them is in a really dangerous set of colors, and i know for a fact they're here for my stupid fucking inheritance.

fffuck me I know what I'm digging out tomorrow. That could, just maybe, sort out my engine troubles.

>caught in the low sunset lights, deep in a clearing within a vast hillscape of metallic trash and derelict husks, is what looks to be cheap escape pod, a glorified metal barrel of a lifeboat, welded painfully and gracelessly to a larger craft. >Low and blocky, the "ship" is cobbled together from what looks like three different ships, and possibly a large construction mech. At the very least, a pair of large humanoid arms have been repurposed to hold a pair of crude thrusters at a safe-ish distance away from the rest of the vessel. >The thrusters themselves are clearly scavenged and repaired, and whatever the quality of the work inside of them, the rough appearance of different colors and amounts of wear don't exactly inspire confidence.

Not bad for about four hours of building.