Space Pirate Radio
"...we'll be back with another lucky caller after a word from our sponsors," Jal said into the mic before clicking a button on the slate in front of him.
He took off his headphones while music started playing. Jal looked over to his right where his producer was giving him a thumbs up from the other room. His producer waddled away from the window and opened the door into the studio.
"Jal, I just got word that Wild Bill Killbot will be the next caller!" Jal's producer said.
Piracy Paperwork
Pallen dropped yet another form into the sea of white paper on the kitchen table. “This is a load of Farek shit.”
Terraforming Fire
“Is everything ready?” Garett asked.
“Define ready?” Mandy said, typing away on her keyboard. The glow of her monitors lit up her workstation.
“Did the software update get sent out to the fleet?”
Mandy looked up at her monitors that showed the status of each vessel in their fleet, their locations on the galactic map, and a countdown to their press conference, respectively. She clicked her keyboard a few more times and the status monitor flashed a green dot next to every vessel.
UEA Tugboat
“Say again, UEA Tugboat. Say again,” the commander said.
“Look what we found. Ain’t she a beaut?” the voice on the intercom said.
The video feed in front of the commander showed a giant warship the size of a city being pulled by a yellow ship the size of a suburban house. Side by side, it looked like an ant carrying a dead raccoon.
“UEA Tugboat, what are you doing with an alien warship?” the commander asked.
“I’m bringing it back for your science nerds to take a look at. I figured I should have someone give it a once over before I take it out for a spin.”
FTL Speed Limit
Malcolm shot awake, banging his helmet against the glass windshield above him. Laying back in his leather seat, he removed his gloved hands from the single joystick just below his crotch. His hands floated freely while the rest of his body was still strapped in. He looked out of his ship to see an emerald green planet with strange looking satellites floating around it and enormous spaceships coming and going from the planet. It was a lot to take in for poor Malcolm.
Humans Strike Back
The tapping of boots echoed down the corridor. A man in an unflawed white uniform matched toward an open with a grumpy frown on his face.
"Where are we at with those rail guns?" Lieutenant Farsi yelled down the empty corridor, walking toward the open door.
Ensign Parker banged his head on the shelf in front of him. "Almost ready, sir. About ten minutes."
Lt. Farsi stopped. "Make it five. I want those guns ready once we are out of hyperspace. Can't have those Russians beat us to the punch again."
Cost of Insubordination
The hiss of pipes losing pressure overhead screeched down the corridor. Kendal stumbled into the concave wall next to him, while the ship lurched from the blast outside. The lights flickered three times then turned red.
The Atlantis Contract
"What did you do with the Atlantians?" Grogdor asked, pointing his long finger at them.
Ambassador Yi looked to his fellow Earth ambassadors. They shrugged and shook their heads. Yi looked back at the tall humanoid creature. "Atlantians? Who are they?"
"Don't play games with me, human. What did you do to them? The rightful rulers of this water world."