These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words only. I’m less strict about that now. They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene.
I’m going to tie them to M’s prompts this month. The prompt was “Chewing Chewbacco” which had me thinking about Star Wars obviously but more the type of American you see in folms that so enjoys stuffing a wad of the stuff in his cheek and chewing and spitting the vile black filth back out. This had me thinking about cowboys and then engineers and then suddenly the piece below emerged.
The Callista rounded the moon slowly, the shadow of her massive bulk creeping across it’s surface as her primary engines exploded into life and propelled her towards earth. Henderson steadied himself against one of the huge fuel lines and stared out into space, wiping his hands on the rag he kept in his belt and spitting a mouth full of thick black tobacco onto the service deck.
“You boys ready for this?” he asked to anyone willing to listen. “You know what this is right?” No one looked up. Henderson was always spouting off about one conspiracy theory or another.
“This is then end boys, I’m telling you” he continued. “Rumour is that it’s now spread so far that they need to frag the whole damn planet to stop it.”
“Shut the hell up Henderson” Franks barked back looking out from under the Interceptor he was working on. “Some of us still have people down there. There is just no way the brass would do that.”
“I’m telling you” Henderson answered spitting again and wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Last few weeks have seen all Fed troops recalled. You saw how many ships there were dark side. The whole fleet has puled back.”
Something about his words rang true. “You really think?” Franks asked sliding out and getting to his feet. He walked across to where Henderson stood.
“Afraid so man” he answered. “Seems pretty obvious to me, just look at what a mess it is down there. They can’t stop the spread and now they’re worried about it getting off world.” He paused waiting for his words to sink in, he did love an audience.
Franks rubbed his chin. “Shit man, my cousin is still in Singapore working on the docks there.”
“They already had to shut down the dimensional transporters planet wide when the Washington site was over run, there’s no way they can risk it reaching the colonies.”
Turning to look out across the deck towards where the earth could be seen through the launch bay Franks felt Henderson stood next to him. It was oddly reassuring. “You really think they’ll frag the whole thing?” he asked.
Henderson put a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll know soon enough.”