Tuesday’s tale, 1/24/2017.


Another Tuesday, another five minutes, and away we go!

They did split up. In a way, it was almost flattering. Two full rovers sent after him, and only one rover peeled off to find his ship.

He couldn’t worry about it, there were almost a dozen coming his way, piled onto their transportation in a top-heavy way that would make the rovers flip if forced to corner. Fortunately for them, even at the vehicles max rated speed, there was no way such a thing would prove necessary. He wished for some of the old rockets he used to pack in the war, before he drove all such thoughts from his mind.

He made sure his pursuers saw him and drove off towards his ship. He would stop a few miles from it, and hopefully, the rover tasked with finding it would drive the other direction, assuming he would lead all pursuit away from it. The other pirates would either be dead, fled, or victorious, and in either of those circumstances finding his ship wouldn’t matter.

He’d have minutes; the rovers the pirates were using were actually faster than his own. It made a certain amount of sense; the pirates would modify them for speed. It would be a very straightforward fight, but at least he had the advantage of choosing the terrain.

He aimed the rover toward some large rocky outcroppings and tied the wheel. He had preparations he could make nonetheless.

And there we go. This time, I’m over. Five minutes, seven seconds. I know, I know, but you can’t win them all, I guess. See you next week!

Tuesday’s tale, 1/17/2017.


Alright, another Tuesday, another five minutes, you all know how this goes by now. Away we go!

There were three rovers on their way to him.

Oh, they weren’t headed directly to his ship, but they had clearly triangulated his activities closely enough that they had an idea. If he wanted to save his ship at all, he had to take a huge risk and leave it.

Before he did, however, he took a few emergency supplies and stashed them far enough away from ground zero that if the pirates took off and shot up his ship he’d have a fallback option.

Then it was time to go and meet his new neighbors. With luck, he’d be able to make them permanent residents, a six foot home for each of them, complete with gravestones.

Without the chance to seed the ground to advantage ahead of time, though, that was going to be a little tricky. Their rovers would give their presence away, allowing him to track them easily, but then so would his. He couldn’t take the chance of the group splitting up and sneaking by, though, so going on foot was out. The drones he had would be able to track the move, but they were no substitute for the lack of manpower he had.

He had faced worse odds, however, in the war; this was nothing.

Perhaps he should let them split themselves up after all; a risk within a risk. Betting the countermeasures on his ship can prevent it from being stolen long enough for him to mop up any smaller group sent after him. He’d have to be very fast, any pirates operating all the way out here would be competent at the very least.

If they gave him the option, he would take it.

And that’s it for this week! I was feeling it; elapsed time is 4 minutes and 11 seconds. See you next week!

Tuesday’s Tale, 1/10/17.


Alright. I’m here and ready to go. Five minutes on the clock and right to it:

The evidence of intelligent life on the planet changed literally everything. there were plans and contingencies in place for such a thing, as well as laws. As soon as the latest message he fired off reached civilized space, a contingent of space marines on a long-term mission ship would be dispatched to keep an eye on things. Such a ship was more than enough to handle even a small band of pirates on its own, and any development will be careful, instead of strip mining or planet cracking.

He sent the message. The pirates would likely be able to trace it now, but it didn’t matter. The marines would be too late in any case. He would have to take care of this little problem himself.

With his drone actively hunting other drones and patched into his ship’s sensors, it was unlikely the pirate’s drones would get close enough to him for them to line up a shot, but he prepped the engines just in case. It would be easier to spot his ship if they took off, but he would be able to take off at a moment’s notice as well and they had landed far enough away that they couldn’t detect it – the curvature of the planet blocked it.

He set about arming his remaining drone; a stripped down mining laser would do nicely.

And that’s it for this week! See you next time, and enjoy your week!

Tuesday’s Tale, 1/3/2017.


First one of the new year! Five minutes on the clock, and away we go.

His drone lost an engine but survived. The pirate drone lost everything and did not. He barely managed to keep his own machine from hitting the little insects as they buzzed in place.

He did not look at where the enemy drone fell; there would undoubtedly be more casualties. This attack thwarted, he tasked the drone to return and looked for the others. There was no way the pirates wouldn’t notice this and chalk it up to deliberate enemy action. If they thought this one was simple drone failure, losing the other drones would make the situation clear.

He sent his armed drones out, on remote seek and destroy.

Sorry, not much for this update. My heart wasn’t in it… perhaps I’ll write another mid-week as an apology.

See you next week or earlier!