I usually write horror.
Stranger of the Void
Gregory Pines, a man of over five decades, walked out of the large factory. A twenty foot mechanized door to his right began to bang and screech as the giant white metal panels, laid horizontally, started to rise. Greg strutted back to his waiting big rig. It had taken him four days to pass the flight training, but he was now free to take his ten million credit spacecraft out of the industrial factory and down to his reserved launch pad.
Bernard turned off his jackhammer and wiped his brow. It was extremely hot in the garage. The massive asteroid in front of him was made up of iron and gold. Bernard could hear his associates' jackhammers echoing from all over the asteroid. He turned towards the main station and looked at the clock. Before he could do anything the familiar ring echoed through the large chamber. The intercom blasted out the voice of their boss, Ricardo.