Captain Björn massive meat hook hands grabbed at empty space where Perry's neck had been a moment before an explosion sent both Captains tumbling down the docking stations hallway. Thick smoke bellowed from the bar area as lights flickered off and on. Knocked to the metal deck by the fierce blast, Perry crawled on his hands and knees several yards to where the hybrid sauropod lay face down. Emergency lights glowed in the darkness. Rolling Björn over wasn't easy, Perry grunted and groaned as he grabbed the big guy's shoulder.

"Now that is a face only a mother could love... Wake up! We gotta get out of this place." Perry screamed.

From what was left of bar lounge, several large cockroach creechers quickly creeped down the hallway toward them. Missing antenna and a leg or two, slowed their lopsided scurry.

Another explosion hurled them passed the now two rolling Captains to splat on the far bulkhead. The smell of fresh bug juice laced heavy in the thick smoke filled air.

Björns eyes fluttered several times before he regained conscious. Staggering to his feet he hissed several superlatives in a language unknown to the civilized populations of most planets. He grabbed Perry by the back of his neck, steering him passed an on coming mob of panicky work crew members Many of the space stations survivors were headed for escape pods.

"Who in their right mind would attack a neutral supply station?" Pierry muttered as the hybrid hairy lizard pushed him through the sliding open hatch of cargo freighter.

"All systems report." Björn growled, adjusting himself in his Captain's chair.

Looking around the ships interior, Pierry questioned his sanity. "This isn't a cargo freighter. This is a ..."