This little story was inspired by a narrow win on the last engine activation of the turn.
On Doravin V, Commander Danny Dee stood proudly in front of the fawning officials and eager press. The amount he had spent had cost as much as his previous ship but it was worth it as he surveyed the newly opened Danny Dee memorial garden.
The statue of himself might have been a bit much, but why not. He'd already spent a load of credits getting the records expunged of that nasty incident with Captain Maehara's corpse from his earlier days as a mercenary and now he was all legit.
Fun as the grand opening was though, he found himself getting impatient. He mind drifted to the load of rare tech sitting in his hold that once sold would cement his place as THE power player of this system. Soon, he thought, very soon.
Suddenly there was the fanfare of a breaking news alert. Everyone's eyes turned to the surrounding holo screens as they flicked over from their adverts.
Commander Dork Angel, his closet rival, had just taken down out the second of the Drak twins. They were two notorious outlaws that operated out of Loath and who's two ships had been harassing the space lanes for years. The first twin had been an anti-climax, having been badly damaged by a chasing Enforcer before Dork Angels missile finished him off. The surviving twin, however, had vowed vengeance. Dork met him barely a parsec from Loath, after dropping off some scientists in a nearby nebula, and took him out with two well placed shots. His first punched a hole in the ship and his second sent a missile through the gap - and now he was broadcasting a vid of the brief fight.
Standing in his rapidly emptying garden as the crowds left for their new hero Danny Dee turned and looked at his statue. What once looked majestic just looked gaudy and pointless. Angrily he kicked it.
It was hard to know what hurt the most. The amount of credits he'd wasted, the pain of what he suspected was a broken toe or the sight of his statue slowly toppling over into the ornamental fountain.
Epilogue (follows on from Does Suicide Count If You're A Clone)
High in the gantry, ID-412 lowered his missile launcher. He could have easily taken the shot. Instead he smiled to himself. Some things sting more than death...
Trogdor The Burninator
A fine Commander, that Dork Angel.
His Legacy shall live on forever.