Thank You, Lucky Stars!

Well, Captain? What a fine kettle of fish you've gotten yourself into this time.

You've got no ship. No crew. No riches. No high adventure. Not even an actual, non-metaphorical kettle of fish... which would at least take the edge off. Instead there's just you, alone with your thoughts, drifting through the endless glimmering void of Deep Space. Quite the predicament indeed!

With nothing but far away constellations for company, you can't help but wonder; what happened to get you here? Where did it all start to go wrong? When was it that the tale of Captain Lucky Stars began to take such an ironically unfortunate turn?

>Maybe not paying the crew for the third month in a row had something to do with it...

It all started on your first day working as a janitor at the space academy.

Probably that encounter with your nemesis blowing up your ship.

It all started when you assumed a fake identity to get out of your debt payments.

You just HAD to put "Captain" in there and one thing led to another.

Failing to knowledge you've got a kipper addiction

Who knew that attempting to slice the ship in half with your cool sword was a bad move? Certainly not you.

Sometimes, luck just runs out.

Excessive amounts of fire

That is the first, Only, and FINAL time you order Quantum Qullback Fish Sandwich from the Great Mysteries of Life sandwich cart on your way back to your ship. You can't even SEE your planet from here. . . . Did you leave the oven on?

Welp, that's the last time you're taking Sam ice skating.

Mutiny, that's what happened. That's what always happens, and you're getting reeaaaaallly tired of unsavory peeps just ruining everything

Failing to knowledge you've got a kipper addiction

>Maybe not paying the crew for the third month in a row had something to do with it...

Mutiny, that's what happened. That's what always happens, and you're getting reeaaaaallly tired of unsavory peeps just ruining everything

Sure, tins of Terran Kippers, smoked Cloud Eels, and Quantum Quillback fillet sandwiches can be pretty expensive. And maybe garnishing your crew's wages so you could keep the pantry well-stocked with exotic space fish wasn't the wisest choice you've ever made? But how were you supposed to know they wouldn't appreciate them like you do? And was it really worth all that talk about "reckless leadership that takes advantage of the crew's good nature" and "the Captain's 'fish problem' has gotten out of hand" and "we should probably just mutiny at this rate", and all that?

In any case, no sense dwelling on it. You had a good run, Captain Lucky... but through no fault of your own, it seems like your illustrious career as Space Captain is finally over.

Sometimes, luck just runs out.

Ain't that the truth!

Every Terran knows that Black Cats are among the most unlucky critters in the known universe. They say folks like you are cursed; that a cloud of misfortune follows you everywhere you go. You've had plenty of first-paw experience of all that. One day though, that just kinda stopped being a problem for you? You don't know why, and you've honestly never thought much about it... but since then, everything has pretty much worked out in your favor. Up until this whole "getting mutinied and Spaced by your own crew" thing, anyway.

Who knows why your luck suddenly turned from bad to good back in the day, or why it's run out now... but it sure was nice while it lasted.

It all started on your first day working as a janitor at the space academy.

It all started when you assumed a fake identity to get out of your debt payments.

You just HAD to put "Captain" in there and one thing led to another.

Thinking back on it, the first time you noticed your change of fate was shortly before you were Space Captaining professionally. Back then, you were desperate for work; no one on Earth wanted to hire a walking bundle of bad juju, so you'd started looking for work off-world. You'd sent an application for a job as a Space Janitor, at the prestigious (and more importantly very far away) Lyncis Space Academy. Far enough away that your reputation didn't precede you.

Of course, they still never hired you. Instead, thanks to some impossible glitch in the database, your application got swapped with some newly-enrolled Space Captain at the Academy, with a full-ride scholarship. Whoever they were, that must've sucked for them... but for you, it was a huge stroke of luck! Sure, maybe it was a little bit academically dishonest to not correct the Space Academy on their mix-up... but getting enrolled there marked the start of a whole new chapter in your life. Who'd pass up a once-in-nine-lifetimes opportunity like that?

That was definitely your first Lucky Break... but what was the next one, you wonder?

You were in the wrong place, at the wrong time, for the right reasons

^ Seconded

YOu Completely failed to be assassinated

You had a very nice lunch!

You saved the life of someone in high standing entirely by accident.

You tried to hit the ground, but you missed.

>You broke the lottery with several winning tickets.

>You got to meet someone famous!

>You accidentally saved the president's daughter and the entire universe. Then you got a movie deal.

>Start to wonder if there's such a thing as luck to begin with or are you just assigning undue significance to inherently arbitrary sequence of events to shirk taking responsibility of series of your own bad decisions.
>Nah the scratch and sniff lottery ticket was definitely luck!