(Author's note: just a small vignette in the Scrapjack Universe) 
A trio of phaser bullets chewed a line out of the bulkhead, raining down bits of slagged duraplas.
Tanner felt the weight of the decision like a physical thing, pressing down on his shoulders. This was the part about being a captain, especially a scrapjack captain, that no book or manual talk about. Sometimes the mission - the contract - goes sideways and the universe shows up to demand an ugly choice.
“Do it.”
The words tast...
Published on January 01, 2019 05:17