Ace Slamm: Space Bastard
Turn on a Dame
Author: James 'Grim' Desborough
Edited by: Salome Jones
© Postmortem Studios (James Desborough) 2011
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Chapter One: Pour me Another
Ace slumped over the chipped Formica of the counter and gripped another full glass of Scotch in his scarred and meaty fist. He swayed slightly in a comfortably drunken haze. He was a great bull of a man with the thick beard and tangled locks of a man who'd spent a long time in space. His battered flight jacket had a faded RAF roundel on the back. The denim of the jacket was worn thin and stained with oil. Low on his hip hung an Eliminator pistol in a worn-smooth holster, but nobody in The Proxima Bar seemed to pay it any heed.
A gloved hand smacked down on Ace's shoulder, startling him, making him spill a little of his Scotch over the filthy bar.
“Mein Herr, you are Englisher, yes? I recognise zer badge on your jacket. Royal Marines, ja?”
Ace grunted and started licking the spilled whisky from his fingertips, giving the German a sidelong glance. The German and his two friends behind him were grinning and muttering to each other. That was all the response he gave them.
“Kriegsmarine,” the German said, pointing to himself and his friends. “Picked up your mess on Gelida, ja? When you broke and ran?”