A Wretched Hive of Scum and Pedantry

Flash Fiction Month 2019, Day 15 “This is the ship that did the Sselek run in less than twelve parsecs.” “Isn’t a parsec a unit of distance rather than time?” “Come now, Buke,” put in Ken Benobi. “I’m sure that what this dashing space-rogue means is that he managed to take a particularly dangerous shortcut, […]