I named my ship "The Golden Perv" and my crew were aptly "Sir.Jimmy Saville", "Gary Glitter" and the notorious "Rolf Harris". We drifted through space, far and wide. Helping those who sent distress signels are fighting tyranny wherever we found it!
We were determined to finish our mission, and deliver the information (which was actually CP) to whever we had to go.
We ended up crashing on a planet. We repaired our ship and rescued a man. We became good friends, sharing many jokes and rounds of "Play Rolfs digerydoo while dancing on the table like a hooker". We bonded. Allies.
Then we were CRUELY attacked by pirates, our hull badly damaged, sheilds down and oxygen depleting. Rolf Harris and Sir Jimmy Saville tried to fix the oxygen while Gary Glitter and the man we picked up fought bravely.
A missile struck the ship. Jimmy and Rolf were no more. RIP. But we fought them back and lived! Then we were ambushed yet again! This time, Gary Glitter died. The strange man had inherited the ship. He drifed. Years on end, missing his friends.
Then he was stuck in an astroid belt, having the sheilds pummled by rock, while he was shot upon. The laser beams and missiles were set to auto as the strange man tried fixing the continually damage oxygen system. A fire started, and he burnt to death.
Scared, alone, out of breath, and crispy is how the saga ended for The Golden Perv.