# Here, Fishy Fishy!

Author: DankeDonuts
Tags: Anthro, Bear, Deadliest, Ecology, Fiction, Fish, Food, Furry, Giant, Grizzly, Hunting, In, Male, Net, Prompt, Risk, Science, Scifi, Ship, Short, Space, Star, Thursday, Vacuum, catch, collection, count, dirty, fishing, gas, harvest, harvesting, high, job, jobs, limit, netting, scene, storm, ursine, word

GRIZZLY BEARS... IN... SPAAAAAAACE!
This story was originally a submission to FurAffinity's  Thursday Prompt writing group.

 **Here, Fishy Fishy!**  
By: DankeDonuts  
[https://dankedonuts.sofurry.com/](https://dankedonuts.sofurry.com/)  
  
  
Above... the freezing vacuum of space, relentless solar winds, and brutal magnetic storms.  
  
Below... the rush and roll of blue-green gasses, packed by enormous pressure into to a foam-like consistency. Whipping by at hundreds of klicks per hour more than any vessel could withstand.  
  
In between these opposing deaths Captain Korvan drove his ship, the _Streamrunner_. Its ovoid hull, long stripped of all decorative color and in need of having its signage reapplied, was custom-crafted to endure thick atmosphere and crushing g-forces. She juked out of the way of an updraft, and rolled free of a cross-wind. Shuddering at a sudden resistance from the direction of the gas giant's northern pole.  
  
"That squall in Sector Five-Three is getting testy," the old Grizzly churled into his throat mic. "_And_ big enough to swallow a moon. Correcting course three point five degrees by negative two point eight." His crew had already lost two day's work to the torrent. He was _not_ going to lose them another!  
  

  Within Korvan's cramped cockpit, the viewshield was locked down. Against winds of this speed, it could prove as much of a liability as a boon. He flew by instruments alone. And the music coming from _Streamrunner_'s triple-reinforced hull straining this way and that. Every groan had a meaning, answered by a corresponding action of the control yoke or tap of a floor pedal.  
  
When telltale beeping from a sensor panel started up, the bear licked his grinning lips. "Get the nets ready!" he bellowed.  
  
Only now would he risk a clear field of vision. "Raising viewshield!" Its transparent ceramic panes protested immediately upon exposure to the screaming wind. But the view was worth it; outside, striated teals of naked atmo-plumes were scarred by wriggling shadows. Hazy and long, moving of their own accord. A few at first, then dozens. Hundreds! "On my mark... Deploy!"  
  
A new tremor grazed his ears, that of the external rigging re-orienting itself. Mighty arms craning outward, laden not with solar sails but webs of carbonized nano-steel.  
  

  "Here we go, lads!" the captain cheered, pressing the yoke into a hungry charge. "Keep up the fusion feeds! The sooner we fill our holds, the sooner we go home!"

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Vm25gRNe