How many starfighters are left?
Alex stood there for a moment. Centauri was clearly displeased with him, but it didn’t matter really. It wasn’t too hot, and the trailer park was only a few miles away.
“Listen, Centauri,” He began. “I’m gonna go ahead on. It’s only a couple of miles anyway.” With that he turned away, and headed down the road. Under the starcar Centauri shuffled around. Brushing of a few bits of dirt, as he stood upright, he called out to Alex.
“Alex, wait!” He said. “Take this with you!” Alex turned, and Centauri tossed a tiny, metallic, object into his hand. Alex looked at it quizzically.
“What’s this?” He asked.
“A communication device.” Centauri replied, wiping sweat from his brow. “If you ever change your mind, just tap the display crystal.” Alex considered it a moment, then motioned for Centauri to catch it.
“Keep it.” He said. “I won’t need it.” Centauri raised his hand before Alex tossed it back.
“Don’t throw away a second chance, Alex.” Replied Centauri, sternly. Alex looked frustrated.
“I can’t be a starfighter,” He exclaimed. “It’s too much for me! I’m just a kid from a trailer park.” They were both silent for a moment. Centauri’s gaze burned right through Alex.
“If that’s what you believe,” Centauri finally replied. “then that’s all you’ll ever be.”
With that, Centauri climbed into his vehicle, and sped off. Centauri’s words hung in the air around Alex. Slowly, he slipped the communicator into the back pocket of his jeans, and headed down the road.
I know that there is already a novel of The Last Starfighter. No disrespect meant to A. D. Foster. I just felt like writing it out myself.
“Listen, Centauri,” He began. “I’m gonna go ahead on. It’s only a couple of miles anyway.” With that he turned away, and headed down the road. Under the starcar Centauri shuffled around. Brushing of a few bits of dirt, as he stood upright, he called out to Alex.
“Alex, wait!” He said. “Take this with you!” Alex turned, and Centauri tossed a tiny, metallic, object into his hand. Alex looked at it quizzically.
“What’s this?” He asked.
“A communication device.” Centauri replied, wiping sweat from his brow. “If you ever change your mind, just tap the display crystal.” Alex considered it a moment, then motioned for Centauri to catch it.
“Keep it.” He said. “I won’t need it.” Centauri raised his hand before Alex tossed it back.
“Don’t throw away a second chance, Alex.” Replied Centauri, sternly. Alex looked frustrated.
“I can’t be a starfighter,” He exclaimed. “It’s too much for me! I’m just a kid from a trailer park.” They were both silent for a moment. Centauri’s gaze burned right through Alex.
“If that’s what you believe,” Centauri finally replied. “then that’s all you’ll ever be.”
With that, Centauri climbed into his vehicle, and sped off. Centauri’s words hung in the air around Alex. Slowly, he slipped the communicator into the back pocket of his jeans, and headed down the road.
I know that there is already a novel of The Last Starfighter. No disrespect meant to A. D. Foster. I just felt like writing it out myself.