Tuesday’s tale, 4/25/2017.


I will eventually stop sucking.

But for now, time to write another bit. Five minutes on the clock and away we go:

The drone found the pirates right where I expected them to be; taking to the air looking for me. The problem with this was my own ship to ship weapons weren’t the best; I was a company scout craft after all. My best defense was to run.

No running now though; if they caught me taking off I’d likely die. I was a fair pilot, but there was only so much I could do.

I wasn’t out of options yet though. All I needed was for them to cross over to scan my new crater home. And there they were, right on time….

So I activated my communications buoy array. The buoy array fired a small communications signal booster out of a small rail cannon. It wasn’t normally enough to do much, but if the buoy itself had its payload altered, say with a highly volatile acid used normally used for engine cleaning. In its concentrated form, it would eat through the sturdiest of ship hulls; I would miss it long term, but if I lost here I wouldn’t have a long term.

And that is it for the week. See you next one… unless I’m sick again.


Tuesday’s Tale, 4/11/2017.


I almost didn’t make it this time – I’m typing this one from bed. But at least I’m typing it! Five minutes on the clock, and away we go!

The pirates hadn’t figured it out. Oh, they had to know I was still alive since there had been no explosion or cloud of ship debris on their sensors… but they didn’t know where I was. And with no drones left, they would have to do the dangerous thing and check for themselves.

Nestled into the soft dirt of one of the new craters as I was, I was well hidden. Ready and waiting.

The experience hadn’t hurt my passengers much if any, and the opening of the door had proven an enlightenment of sorts. They had rushed out into their own air only to stop in what could only be shock at the devestation.

Then they flew off to greener pastures; I wished them well, for any contact with me was probably detrimental to their health. As for me, I had some pirates to hunt – and a drone of my own left to do it with.

And that’s it for this week! See you next time, and have a nice night!

Tuesday’s tale, 4/4/2017.


Here we go, I actually made it. Five minutes on the clock, and away we go!

The three… insects that had followed me (my friend, and what I assumed was his family) wasted no time in flying in. There was a brief reaction complete with the raising of weapons when they spotted me without my suit. I pointed to it, in its recharge station, and then to me.

A few repeats and they picked it up. Once that was done, a few gestures at the seat next to mine, the highly padded and crash resistant seat, had them all sitting down.

When I picked up my seat belt and held it and all three of them mimicked the action I knew they were on my wavelength. I’d still have to be gentle, as they couldn’t belt in. I lowered the gravity to keep from potentially crushing them into the chair and they noticed, taking turns looking around and at each other.

A short burn, just enough for the g-forces to plaster me in the seat, and we rose. I was skirting rules here; in order to keep the company’s claim solid, I had to stay planetside. I launched some spoof signatures for the pirates to shoot at, using some superheated signal rods nestled near the power core and made for the purpose.

I launched four, they shot three down. It wasn’t important where the projected course was, as long as it wasn’t my actual course.

The missiles slammed down onto the surface where I’d been; fat and slow archaic chemical burners whose effectiveness could not be denied. I corkscrewed down ahead of what could only be a slug thrower of some kind, fired four more of the spoofs, and landed… right back where I’d been.

….And that’s it! Enjoy, and see you next week!