Death in Space!
Story: Blaze Mafia Family - Mobsters in Space AU
Title: Vacuum
Prompts: Green Cheese #23: escape pod, Heavenly Hash #8: preaching to the choir + chopped nuts
Rating: Hard R for graphic murder
Words: 232
Characters: Felix Wade, Soul Wade, Unlucky schmuck #24
Summary: I haven’t killed a schmuck in my Space AU yet. Let’s fix that! From what I understand, this is what would really happen to a person exposed to the vacuum of space.
Things happened fast after Soul opened the vacuum for the escape pod hatch. First the schmuck screamed. It wasn’t heard, obviously, but that exhalation of breath kept the deadly air bubbles from getting into his circulatory system when his lungs rapidly expanded and eventually ruptured.
Next came the water vaporization. It was slow at first: the water in his open mouth and eyes boiling away due to the lack of atmospheric pressure. But slowly his limbs started to swell as the water in his muscles also evaporated, bloating him but not enough to break the skin.
The first ten seconds were the best because the boys knew the schmuck was still fully aware of what was happening to him, but as the man started to turn blue, they knew it was a downhill slide from there. Hypoxia set in, dumping the live-saving oxygen out of his blood stream and starving his brain of what it needed most.
Convulsions heralded the grand finale of this macabre show. The man’s limbs spasmed dramatically, his head whipping back and forth out of his control. He went unconscious seconds later, bloated, blue, and twitching.
Felix finally opened the door to the escape pod and the man’s body was sucked out into space. “Man, that never gets old.”
Soul was grinning from ear to ear. “The only way it could have been better is if we’d brought popcorn.”
Story: Blaze Mafia Family - Mobsters in Space AU
Title: Scratching Backs
Prompts: Green Cheese #25: space race, Heavenly Hash #11: devil-may-care + chopped nuts + pocky chain
Rating: R
Words: 345
Characters: Unlucky schmuck #25, Lieutenant Colonel Ingram, Firebird Blaze
Summary: In this AU, the Blaze Family holds a political position (they’re viceroys of New Palermo and the surrounding empty space in the Hominine System). As such, they have to do a little give and take with government facilities. This is one of those giving moments. XD The italics are the ship's computer speaking.
“Helio Frost, you are in range of the Pushra System. If you leave the Hominine System, your fugitive status will change to a level five intergalactic outlaw. Immediate lethal action will be deemed acceptable by all governments in the Galactic Compact.”
“Fuck yeah!” Frost screamed, laughing maniacally as he pushed his ship to its limits. He’d escaped his prison transport then killed a rich idiot and stolen his sweet little racing ship. He’d still be incognito if it hadn’t been for that damn spaceway patrol officer, but Frost almost liked it better this way.
More attention. More adrenaline. More fun.
- - - - - - - - - -
“My station does have targeted polarized light webs if you would like Frost alive and contained before he leaves the Hominine System,” an evil smile crossed Firebird’s face. “Or I could just wait. It’s your choice.”
The high resolution communication system showed the way Lieutenant Colonel Ingram’s jaw twitched as he thought about the choice she’d just given him. “Fuck it. I’d rather do the paperwork than deal with that prick again.”
Firebird bowed her head then turned to her men working in the bridge. “Arm the forward long-range missiles.”
- - - - - - - - - -
“Frost! I repeat, do not leave the Hominine System or lethal action will be taken! You are in range of the New Palermo Space Station’s missile defense structure and they will fire.”
“Fuck the pigs and the Blazes!” Frost crowed. With the drugs he scored, he’d have more than enough money to get a brand new ship made out of solid fucking diamond if he wanted.
He screamed his victory when the cops chasing him all suddenly turned their ships around. He’d crossed into the Pushra System! He was free-
Missiles detected 300 meters and closing.
“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”
- - - - - - - - - -
“Send out some housekeeping droids to clean up the debris,” Firebird ordered her men. She returned her attention to her teleconference call. “Level Five Outlaw Helio Frost has been destroyed, Lieutenant Colonel.”
“We’re in your debt, Viceriene Blaze.”
She smirked. “Tell me when I can expect the next Galactic Police inspection and we’ll call it even.”
Title: Vacuum
Prompts: Green Cheese #23: escape pod, Heavenly Hash #8: preaching to the choir + chopped nuts
Rating: Hard R for graphic murder
Words: 232
Characters: Felix Wade, Soul Wade, Unlucky schmuck #24
Summary: I haven’t killed a schmuck in my Space AU yet. Let’s fix that! From what I understand, this is what would really happen to a person exposed to the vacuum of space.
Things happened fast after Soul opened the vacuum for the escape pod hatch. First the schmuck screamed. It wasn’t heard, obviously, but that exhalation of breath kept the deadly air bubbles from getting into his circulatory system when his lungs rapidly expanded and eventually ruptured.
Next came the water vaporization. It was slow at first: the water in his open mouth and eyes boiling away due to the lack of atmospheric pressure. But slowly his limbs started to swell as the water in his muscles also evaporated, bloating him but not enough to break the skin.
The first ten seconds were the best because the boys knew the schmuck was still fully aware of what was happening to him, but as the man started to turn blue, they knew it was a downhill slide from there. Hypoxia set in, dumping the live-saving oxygen out of his blood stream and starving his brain of what it needed most.
Convulsions heralded the grand finale of this macabre show. The man’s limbs spasmed dramatically, his head whipping back and forth out of his control. He went unconscious seconds later, bloated, blue, and twitching.
Felix finally opened the door to the escape pod and the man’s body was sucked out into space. “Man, that never gets old.”
Soul was grinning from ear to ear. “The only way it could have been better is if we’d brought popcorn.”
Story: Blaze Mafia Family - Mobsters in Space AU
Title: Scratching Backs
Prompts: Green Cheese #25: space race, Heavenly Hash #11: devil-may-care + chopped nuts + pocky chain
Rating: R
Words: 345
Characters: Unlucky schmuck #25, Lieutenant Colonel Ingram, Firebird Blaze
Summary: In this AU, the Blaze Family holds a political position (they’re viceroys of New Palermo and the surrounding empty space in the Hominine System). As such, they have to do a little give and take with government facilities. This is one of those giving moments. XD The italics are the ship's computer speaking.
“Helio Frost, you are in range of the Pushra System. If you leave the Hominine System, your fugitive status will change to a level five intergalactic outlaw. Immediate lethal action will be deemed acceptable by all governments in the Galactic Compact.”
“Fuck yeah!” Frost screamed, laughing maniacally as he pushed his ship to its limits. He’d escaped his prison transport then killed a rich idiot and stolen his sweet little racing ship. He’d still be incognito if it hadn’t been for that damn spaceway patrol officer, but Frost almost liked it better this way.
More attention. More adrenaline. More fun.
- - - - - - - - - -
“My station does have targeted polarized light webs if you would like Frost alive and contained before he leaves the Hominine System,” an evil smile crossed Firebird’s face. “Or I could just wait. It’s your choice.”
The high resolution communication system showed the way Lieutenant Colonel Ingram’s jaw twitched as he thought about the choice she’d just given him. “Fuck it. I’d rather do the paperwork than deal with that prick again.”
Firebird bowed her head then turned to her men working in the bridge. “Arm the forward long-range missiles.”
- - - - - - - - - -
“Frost! I repeat, do not leave the Hominine System or lethal action will be taken! You are in range of the New Palermo Space Station’s missile defense structure and they will fire.”
“Fuck the pigs and the Blazes!” Frost crowed. With the drugs he scored, he’d have more than enough money to get a brand new ship made out of solid fucking diamond if he wanted.
He screamed his victory when the cops chasing him all suddenly turned their ships around. He’d crossed into the Pushra System! He was free-
Missiles detected 300 meters and closing.
“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”
- - - - - - - - - -
“Send out some housekeeping droids to clean up the debris,” Firebird ordered her men. She returned her attention to her teleconference call. “Level Five Outlaw Helio Frost has been destroyed, Lieutenant Colonel.”
“We’re in your debt, Viceriene Blaze.”
She smirked. “Tell me when I can expect the next Galactic Police inspection and we’ll call it even.”