Static Between the bounty Hunter Stars

The engine wasn’t supposed to make that noise. Then again, neither was the gun. “I’m just saying,” it said, “most bounty hunters don’t start their careers by crashing.” “We didn’t crash,” I muttered, gripping the controls as sparks flew from the dashboard. The ship tilted sideways. “We are actively crashing,” the ship’s AI corrected calmly. Somewhere below, my first bounty was getting away. And I hadn’t even landed yet.