Shadow of the Sun Twins
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The below sci-fi short is a reply for this writing prompt:

Life is hard for a dirty salvager on this junk planet. If the heat of the desert’s twin suns don’t kill you, the molten rain coming down from the ship graveyard orbiting the planet might. But today is a good day. Today you found what looks to be a fully operational spacecraft.

The desert was calm. Hot as ever, but at least the acidic molten rain stopped almost a week ago now. The couple darted from wreck to wreck, just like every day since they crashed on this living hell almost two decades ago. Salvagers. Thatʼs what they were for their whole lives, which was almost forty years now. Everyone despised their kind yet, a lot of of megacorps were relying on them. They could easily identify parts their commissioners wanted, sometimes hundreds of feet away. They werenʼt the best of the best, but they were good.

Their clothes are mostly rags, but they didnʼt stand out during the rare occasions when they visited one of the local colonies. Everyone and everything was dirty and wrecked here. It was a home for outcasts and criminals.

Shiny ships landed about once a month to pick up things they ordered, and trade it for food and water. They had some old tools to sell, but you had to be either wealthy or revered to buy them.

Thatʼs how Raleh and Gerth got their only wealth, the binoculars. The image they provided was crystal clear, and the software running on it could easily identify any types of spacecraft they were specialised in. It costed them a small fortune, in both sense of the word. They still made jokes occasionally about that day when they planned their uncertain future years after getting them.

“Enter” a machine voice said, after the door on the spacecraft, that seemed to be a wreck, opened.

They hesitated. Neither of them saw a ship on this planet before that was capable of communication not counting the crafts of their employers. The ship was small, more like a personal carrier than a battle cruiser. It didnʼt have any sign of authority or ownership except the confederation flag painted on both sides.

“Enter” the voice repeated.

Raleh was always more brave, recklessly so. After stepping inside, she waved for Gerth.

“Come inside! We could use this to make ourself a future.” she said, but Gerth was still shuffling outside.

“What, you think anyone would buy a ship that allows anyone on board?” Gerth replied. And indeed, federal law stated anyone approaching a spacecraft without proper authorisation would be zapped to death by the shipʼs defense system. They saw it countless times. They even buried a friend who tried it.

“Who cares? If nothing else, we can rip it to pieces and sell all the parts.” Raleh insisted, then disappeared inside the craft.

Inside it was dark, or at least it seemed so after getting out of the scorching light of the sun twins. Her eye got used to it eventually. The ship seemed completely intact. No burning, no sign of crashing in the inside.

“Hon!” It was Gerth, and sounded really excited. “Honey, come out, I have to show you something!”

Raleh left through the small door to find her partner squatting next to the ship. She was touching the shield, examining it closely.

“This ship didnʼt crash land here.” she announced. “It was shot several times, and one of the engines were hit, but it simply landed.”

“Go figure,” Raleh replied, “the inside is good as new.”

The two entered the ship again and looked around.

“Computer!” Gerth said in loud and firm tone. “Self diagnosis.” She knew well from the times they were salvaging in space that a confederation ship will identify itself as part of the response.

“Cruiser type PC-79-1, registration code MID-683, owned by the Intelligence Department of the Confederate Military.” the machine told, and continued. “Shield operational and lowered down. Hull 97% intact. Solar panels providing 230% of required energy. All reserve batteries at 100%. Engine one operational. Engine two operational. Engine three damaged, manual intervention needed. Ship is capable of lift off and flight. Software level diagnosis must be requested explicitly.”

“Thatʼs nice” Gerth summed. “But why would the Intelligence department leave a functioning ship in the middle of hell?”

“Beats me. But we should decide what to do with it before someone else finds it” Raleh said, and now it was her time to get nervous.

“Computer, close doors” Gerth commanded and waited until the ship carries out her order. “Just so no one sees us from the distance. Computer! Identify your captain!”

On the screen, a picture of a woman appeared. She was probably around her forties with short blonde hair and deep green eyes, and a fierce, but happy look on her face. Her uniform showed the rank of a confederate colonel. If it werenʼt for the rags and the messy hair, it could have easily been Gerth.

“Colonel Gerthrud Miartan” the ship announced. “Welcome back on board.”

Gergely Polonkai is a systems engineer of a telco company, and also a freelancer self- and software developer.

He is learning about different IT subjects since the late 1990s. These include web development, application building, systems engineering, IT security and many others. He also dug his nose deeply into free software, dealing with different types of Linux and its applications, while also writing and contributing to some open source projects.

On this site he is writing posts about different stuff he faces during work (oh my, yet another IT solutions blog), hoping they can help others with their job, or just to get along with their brand new netbook that shipped with Linux.

“I believe one can only achieve success if they follow their own instincts and listen to, but not bend under others’ opinions. If you change your course just because someone says so, you are following their instincts, not yours.”