the smuggler’s bible

Huffer Ramjet

An orange light glows on the panel as the mecha lands. The target—a squid-dog thing that crawled out of an iceberg, not important—has a tentacle wrapped around his left leg, pulling like a chain winch.

Bad move. That’s rookie shit. Huffer Ramjet kicks the thruster hatch release and guns it, blasting the monstrosity with fire so hot and pure it’s almost invisible.

It doesn’t even melt. After four hundred million years in the freezer the thing sublimates, dissolving into a cloud of particles from the head down.

That’s it. Easy money, but it’s hell on a paint job.