A rough snippet from my new alien story still in progress…
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“But we have a mission,” hissed the pale human to her companion. “You know, to get stuff.”
“If it is supplies you need, then I have a hold full of items. No matter how many times I try to refuse payment, those I help insist I take it and leave.” They usually even cried when they thrust the riches at him begging him to go. Most even exacted a promise he’d never return. Probably because they didn’t want to hog his heroic abilities.
“Why would you give us your stuff? What do you want in return?” asked Betty suspiciously.
“What use do I have for treasure? I am a galactic knight on a quest to bring righteousness to those in need.”
“I’ve seen your idea of help and it’s kind of disruptive, violent and misplaced.”
“Oddly enough, you are not the first person to remark that. But, I don’t let a few bumps along my path sway me from my purpose.”
“If your purpose is to cause chaos, then I’d say you succeeded.”
“Ignore her,” the Zonian said. “She’s just grumpy because she’s in a breeding phase and hasn’t found a male to ease her.”
“I could—”
Before he could finish his sentence, the human slapped a hand over his mouth. “Don’t even think it, purple dude.”
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It’s not easy being a hero when you’ve got bad genes working against you.
Published on March 03, 2014 04:08