“Is this piece of shit even going to make it that far?” Perconte asks, kicking the side of the Lady Luck and turning around to face Luz.
            “Hey hey hey! Be nice! She’s old!” He runs a hand along the side of the ship lovingly. “She’ll take us wherever we need to go boys.”

Shifty smiles, ever the optimist, and follows Tab inside. His gun ( Read more... )

David Webster kneels on the floor of the ship, wine and blood soaking into the knees of his pants. His hands are torn apart. He had caught himself, at the expense of slamming his palms into the shattered glass surrounding him. He groans and takes in the damage, picking out a few of the larger pieces of glass from the heels of his hands. He’s ( Read more... )

Eugene Roe, owner and mechanic comes over, wiping his hands with a rag and frowning. Compton looks up.

“Well Doc, what’s the diagnosis?”
            “Should be okay in an hour or two. I gotta let her run for a bit to make sure she’s adjustin’ herself alright with atmosphere changes. Lieutenant Welsh.” He finishes, acknowledging Harry, who nods in ( Read more... )

What had started out, almost a year ago, as what he imagined would be an exciting adventure had turned into something out of one of those awful B movies.
He’d dropped out of school, his head full of ideas about traveling the galaxy and those beyond it. He’d hitchhike with romantic strangers and write about his experiences, living off the decent ( Read more... )