The adventure continues as the crew of the cargo ship Icarus narrowly escape a deadly collision.
1800hrs. 14th Oct. 413P.C.
On the surface of Bronos,
the island of Baro-Lii.
“Get that damn light out of my face!”
Captain Vizirov sat up slowly, cringing from the sharp pain in his forehead. He touched a hand to his head and quickly drew back three fingertips covered in blood. Everything was spinning. It looked like someone had covered his eyes with film, a thick grey haze that he could not blink away at first, try as he might. A tall figure stood over him, shining a light in his eyes. It was Jaime – the ship’s medical officer.
“Sir, you need to lay back,” Jaime said, flicking the flashlight down at her feet. “You may have a concussion.”
The Captain ignored her. “Dullard, status report.” He blinked hard and got to his feet, the haze finally beginning to recede. “Dullard!”
“He’s below deck checking the ship with the rest of the crew. You took a pretty nasty blow to the head when we– um, landed, sir.”
In this installment, an alien shipping worker catches a glimpse of a cargo vessel plummeting out of control toward the surface of the planet.
Coming In Hot
14th Oct. 413P.C.
Outside the Primary Loading Bay,
Island of Baro-Lii / Planet: Bronos
Step on board and meet the disparate crew of the cargo ship Icarus as they approach their destination hundreds of light years from Earth. (Chapter 1 of a brand new, ongoing Sci-Fi short-series)
The Bronos Approach
1700hrs. 14th Oct. 413P.C.
Aboard the cargo ship Icarus,
near the Cygnus star system, Planet: Bronos
“You see sum’ wrong wi’ dis picsha?” Benjy always laid on the thick English accent whenever he was intentionally being a condescending dick. Presently, he was frowning and pointing at the bright red liquid spurting from a small hose on top of the main fusion drive. The stuff smelled like burning hair – Ruben had no idea what to make of it.
This is a brand new piece I wrote over the night – a bit of Flash Fiction for Chuck Wendig’s weekly challenge. Never heard of him? You’re in for quite a treat. Click that link on his name right back there, and familiarize yourself with one of the greatest writers of the day. Chuck’s TerribleMinds blog is updated – sometimes twice – daily, filled with wonderful stories and interesting articles about the day-to-day life of a full-time writer. His work is incredible, both fiction and non-fiction… and it would do you well to check it out. Plus, he says “fuck” a lot. So, you know. There’s that.
You can find all of his work on his website (click the link, dammit!)
Anyway, on with the story. I may have gone a little over the 1,000 word limit. (Oops.) Here’s to you, Mr. Wendig. Cheers. Thanks for the inspiration! Can we be friends, please?
Random-Generated Prompt (courtesy of Archetype Writing):
The story starts when your protagonist is forced into a car at gunpoint.
Another character is an alchemist who is developing a deadly new poison.
“And so I suffer on, like the rest… To live, to love, to dream of dreaming; and some day to die, and dream once more — of living.”
— from The Man Who Dreamed of Living