Michelle does a load of great prompts each month. I used to do a lot but less so now. Ill try get back into them I think. Theyre often just snippets of things and seldom more. This one is the glimmer of an idea I needed to get down on paper an like everything else I pretty much just share it whether done or not.
Cole sat and stared into the blackness of space, his scout craft threading slowly between the twisted debris of the countless burnt out ships that orbited what remained of the Earth. The massive empty shells, once home to the last of the Earth’s forces, drifted silently, destroyed long ago in the endless wars now forgotten by all but those who clung to the stories of the past.
As a child, he remembered looking to the skies on warm summer evenings and recalled how, from the surface, there seemed to be so many stars, a vast swathe of pinpricks across the curtain of night, but up here, all he saw was the darkness.
The radio crakled into life. It was M. Unmistakably M.
“Hey Cole” she shouted, “you up there feeling all pensive and thinking abnout the darkness?”
Cole smiled and shook his head. She knew him too well. Not that he minded.
“I’ve picked up a deposit of Trilatium in a cruiser in quadrant six. I’m heading over there now.”
“So that’s a yes then” M replied, Cole could hear the smile in her voice.
“Affirmative” said Cole. He never quite knew what to say to her.
“Well you’ll be please to know Fisher wants all ships back Earth side asap so you can get your sweet arse back down here sharpish and stop contemplating the mysteries of the great abyss.”
“Copy that M, I’ll rendezvous with…”
“Sharpish Cole” M scolded, “no rendezvousing, no checking in, no gathering, assembling or fly-bying. Get yourself home now, there’s something going down and brass seem pretty shaken up. “
“Copy that” answered Cole adjusting his nav and tightening his harness. He wasn’t a big fan of re-entry, and these old scout ships has an unnerving ability to come to pieces if you pushed them too hard.
“Oh and Cole, pop by the canteen when you get back will you, you owe me a drink.”
“And why exactly is that?” Cole asked. He was pretty certain that he didn’t owe her anything at all.
M laughed. “God you’re a dense one aren’t you. You’re lucky you’re so damn pretty. Just do as I tell you Cole, I know what’s best for you. You trust me? Right?”
He steered the scout ship through the massive hull of a burnt out Martian destroyer, the blackened levels towering above him on both sides. Once home to thousands of Federation soldiers, now long dead, the place gave him the chills.
“See you Earth side M” Cole answered smiling. “Over and out.”
Here are a few others from way back