in a far flung future, across a galaxy distant from earth you
were you
you'd come to the harsh ice planet, Inuit, seeking glory and riches
that was about 20 years ago
you were a fresh faced dumbass that didn't even have gear good enough for the treks into the ice crags
you still have yet to find glory or riches
but you saw the ship manifests and knew what the schedule never lied
you'd met your husband in a seedy bar
pinnipedians, not the most imaginative name for them
Havis was like you
all cocksure with youth
he wanted to create a huge trading empire off the exports on Inwit
he was attracted to your equally impossible ambitions
difference was, and you were proud of him for this, he made good
the walrus boy had blossomed and with his charm and know how, his meager fleet of two rusting transports had become three dozen ships of various makes and models
he'd become a space trucker patriarch
practically a local celebrity when he showed up
both of you had promised the other to make a name for yourselves
you still hadn't struck a vein below to mark yourself his equal in your eyes
he would softly admonish you for being too hard on yourself
but you were damn well going to find the motherlode and he was going to be richer for it
you were there in ragged blue armor waiting for him on the landing deck
your fur coat, which you insisted he not buy for you, fluttered in the breeze
no blizzards today thank God
he walked down the ramp expectant
sure his tusks were longer and his ass was a little bigger but no mistaking your Havis
his white coat matched the snow plains and his eyes twinkled like stars when inspiration hit
or when he saw you
a coat like yours clung to him and then fluttered when he ran to meet you at the base of the embankment ramp
his arms wrapped around your neck as you tried not to fall backwards