Hal Spacejock Just Desserts
Copyright (c) 2011 by Simon Haynes
A mysterious sealed crate, a pair of shady mercenaries with more guns than brain cells and the amnesiac robot which may or may not be on a secret mission ... Only interstellar ignoramus Hal Spacejock and the unflappable Clunk could turn a straightforward cargo delivery into space opera with clowns.
Three simmering planets, two cocky spacemen and one huge mess: Just Desserts, for your pleasure.
"These are my favourites," confided the sales droid, ripping the lid off the carton. "Maya Swell aniseed balls. Would you like one?"
Hal eyed the gaudy packet. "Maya Swell, eh?"
"You see? Marketing genius."