Mouthwashing Revival Au

Prolog

Five people sit in a room silently. They are all staring at the screen in front of them as a blacked haired man clicked on the screen. "Any signs?" Another man asked as the first shook his head. "None. Nothing."

A second black haired man furrowed his brows, stressfully rubbing his hands together. "I think we should be reevaluating what we are doing here. Abandoned ships aren't abandoned for no good purpose. Either they all died from a lack of food or oxygen or-"

"Or something else killed them." A woman butted in. She had a more masculine build but was slim, flat chested and didn't have any curves. Her eyes seemed to droop sadly but his brows were always angry. Her long brown hair flowed like spines down her head to her shoulders. "Owen is right. But if a ship has been abandoned for a new one, they leave the old one. . . At least if the company is big. It's not worth the money." The woman said with a shrug.

Owen quickly quieted at that as he accepted Trike's reasoning, the woman was so convincing and reasonable but he couldn't help but have a bad feeling about it.

"Yo! Eyes up! We got something!" A blonde man yelled out as he was quickly slapped by the black haired man. "Shut up!" He grumbled out angrily while pulling up the protecting shield from the main glass of the ship. All of them were shocked to see a massive ship. "Yo! We struck gold!" The blonde haired man exclaimed ecstatically with a booming laugh. He pumped his fists up in the air and jumped excitedly.

The ship seemed to have been beaten up by years of asteroid and space debris abuse on its metal. A particularly nasty wound from the ship was right in the hull. Some bone white hard material spilled out of some of the open wounds into space. On the side of the ship said the words TULPAR.

"A fuckin' Freighter ship. Along with the parts we might have some cargo left over!" A brown haired man grinned. "Come on, let's find a way to dock." Trike spoke as she looked out the window. As the ship approached they had to swerve between space debris. The blonde haired man looked through the glass and ticked his tongue. "If there's nobody inside the ship we gotta send someone out to manually open the ship dock." The blonde said as he looked over at his crew. Every one of them stared at him. He groaned loudly. "Fuck you guys... fine. Get the suit." He said with a groan.

Once sent out he used a tool to shoot a harpoon at the ship. He tugged at it and tested its strength before gripping the rope with his hands and pulling himself to the abandoned ship. He clung onto the side of the ship as he began to sweat. He hated being out in space, Henry much rather be in a ship and do repairs, not the dirty work! Henry forced the emergency tab up and pressed a few small buttons then a big red on. The ship seemed to roar to life as a loud buzzer alarm sounded out through the vast of space. It was like a deathly dying moan. Red lights flickered. Henry stared at the opening door almost getting sucked in but his air tube yanked him back as his crew reeled him in.

"Good job Hen." Owen said as he helped the man up. He took off the oxygen line and helped put on an air tank. "Thanks." Henry said as he looked at Owen. "We're going to dock and Henry can see if there's an oxygen supply.

"I hope we don't gotta work in them space suits. It's so fucking annoying." The brown haired man said. Dempsey was tall and muscular with the darkest skin tone of them all. He seemed to be a Caucasian and Hispanic mix. Most of his features seemed to be Caucasian. Dempsey's hair was long and his bangs were pushed back by a white bandanna made out of scraps. His biceps were large and full along with his pecks, facial hair trickled his chin and the ends of his jawbones. There was a single mole on the left side of his face on his cheek. "Let's get er loaded!" Dempsey shouted.