Haiku Friday, 12/30/2016.

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Another Friday, and I’m present!

-Encapsulating space-

Insignificant

Achievements rendered tiny

feeling, space gazing.

A little more janky than I’m used to, flow wise… but it works for me. Hopefully it does for you too.

As always, this is for Ronovan at:

https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/12/26/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-129-feelspace/

See you next week, with luck!

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Tuesday’s Tale, 12/20/2016.

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Another Tuesday, another five minutes, and another story update! Diving right into the action:

The pirates definitely suspected foul play, and might even suspect the source. He woke to several drones flying the surface of the planet, looking for threats. All of those drones were far enough away that his ship wasn’t detected, but two were close enough that his passive radar and IFF system pinged immediately.

He powered everything non-essential down until he could determine the flight paths, and launched his own drone. He didn’t have as many as the pirates did, but his were smaller and in better shape, so he was able to use his to ghost behind the nearest pirate drone.

He found it using a flamethrower to burn plant and animal life indiscriminately.

This was their big plan? Even if they destroyed all the life they found, they couldn’t remove all evidence of its presence. Were they high?

Perhaps they were trying to bait him out?

He watched as the drone got to a patch of plant life that he would almost call trees. He saw something on one, some kind of thing. A structure he would almost call a house.

He saw two bugs, much like the wasp things he’d encountered earlier, but not quite. they had something vaguely stick like in their small clawed hands. He zoomed in. Spines, like the ones on the poisonous plants he’d found. they were wearing something that looked suspiciously like clothes.

Their young were running, already taking off in zig-zagging flight. The larger ones were staying behind. One threw it’s spine at the drone. Of course, that did nothing.

Right then. He rammed his drone into the other.

…and that’s it! See you next week!

Tuesday’s tale, 12/13/2016.

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Alright, another Tuesday, and hopefully by now you all know what that means. Five minutes are up and away we go!

He lay there, his own traps both high and low tech set, his ship camouflaged with a chameleon tarp. For all that he wanted it, he couldn’t justify hiding a camera on the pirate’s rover to capture the moment of discovery.

But still, waiting for them to discover him was tense. All they would need was a rocket; just one rocket.

The latest round of lab tests chimed pleasantly, finished, and at the same time the message from base came in: “Reinforcements en route, claim recognized, stay safe.”

If he died the company would lose the claim.

The tests revealed the life on the planet found so far was complex, at least a 3 on the Desette scale. The insects showed signs of development in response to plant threats, and the plants showed the same in response to the insects.

In some of the insects was something that could be blood, from other animals. He set the computer to build a profile while he tried to sleep.

And that’s it for now. Elapsed time is four minutes and thirty-eight seconds. See you next week!

Tuesday’s tale, 12/6/2016.

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Alright, another week and I’m here! Such a sight is getting rare anymore, I admit… I’m going to have to work on that. But for now, five minutes on the clock and away we go!

He considered stripping their rover of all easy to carry valuables it housed; some of those parts would come in handy, and even pirates knew to keep their gear in good condition.

But it would be worth more, in shock value alone, if he just let the rover and bodies be found intact. It would get these pirate claim jumpers thinking; hopefully thoughts of mortality. With luck, once he erased his trail they wouldn’t be able to find it and realize what happened; having the enemy think something local killed their men could only help him.

He doubted any of them had crime scene investigation or proper medical training, and the darts fired had been organic in nature; a kind of bone, grown in a small chamber for the purpose of warfare, and still technically alive. A little too uniform, but that wasn’t the sort of thing someone without training could just pick up on. Especially if one did not have an electron microscope or medical biohazard scanning bed.

He brushed his own footprints out, gathered as many of the mine fragments as he could quickly, and buried the rest; if someone could find them now, they deserved to find them. He would see next time, of course; if they were ready for him, they had found something.

He drove out carefully, sticking to the hard unyielding rock he had drove in on.

And there we go, that’s it for this week! Time was five minutes even. See you next time!