If you haven’t come upon our little space opera before, click the link at the top of this post and check out the site.
Here’s my latest contribution…
Dreeb watched the uneven, crater-strewn surface of Phobos roll slowly past the observation window of his cruiser and congratulated himself on how close he was to finally catching up with the man who, he was convinced, had robbed him of the last fifteen years of his life.
“Six,” he barked, “when will we be above the target crater?”
The mercenary who Dreeb had christened number six checked a readout on his console, “We should be within range of the drop zone in just under ten minutes, sir.”
Dreeb ignored the sarcasm in the man’s tone; he wasn’t paying his crew of disgraced soldiers and hardcases-for-hire for their manners, just their loyalty and silence. Besides, if the operation went according to plan, he wouldn’t need to pay them the balance of their fee.
“Have the device ready to deploy on the next pass.” said Dreeb, “I don’t want there to be any disturbances on the surface…
View original post 501 more words