Chapter 4: Climax
"Jeez, you would think that maybe a poncho or something would be on this crappy little shuttle" Chloe mumbled under her breath as she steered the tiny solar shuttle toward the space station. It's self-powered, which is great for when your main ship is disabled by pirates and all of your possessions are stolen, even your clothes.
very dark image of two women with brown hair in small space shuttle wearing only very wide loose necklaces made of rope hanging down around their necks providing coverage for their chests and minimal loose torn blue cloth with torn edges tied only around their waists. they are busy steering the shuttle. they are busy talking to each other. dark image only lit by the control panel of the shuttle.
"It's also fucking tiny, and it's bumping along so slow, it feels like it's powered by a damn hamster on a wheel!" says Anya, sitting next to Chloe.
The space station looms before them, a massive, gleaming structure that seems to suck up all the light from the surrounding stars. Anya and Chloe exchange a glance, their eyes reflecting the same mix of apprehension and determination. They know what they're about to face, and they know they have to do it naked, covered only in tattered scraps of fabric and rough rope.