Friday, January 27, 2012

Science Fantasy - Day 8 - Dresler and Strange management.

Writing time - 30mins.

"Captain." Dresler said when he turned a corner and saw Nolan. "Are you ok? I heard you were critical. I was just on my way to check your status."

Dresler was a short man at only five and a half feet. His skin was darker than a starless sky and his eyes perpetually wide as if they were ready to pop out of his head at any moment.  His lower lip was twice as thick has his upper and his nose was flat and flared at the nostrils. His head was clean shaven and shiny, and he wore his black uniform loose.

Dresler stopped and cocked his head to one side, then said, "is that a new style? I thought you were a naturalist, not a minimalist."

Nolan crossed his arms over his chest, "Very funny Dresler. Now give me a report," he said.

"The Guranthien pirates didn't recognize our ship.  They thought we were just some unknown race, and you know pirates, shoot first and sift through the wreckage."

"Where are they now." Nolan frowned.

"Well, the Captain surrendered himself to the brig, but is currently in your ready room sipping tea." Dresler grinned.

"Excellent. Let him sip his tea. I'll be in my quarters putting on my intimidation suit." Nolan said and walked away down the hall.

Dresler called after him, "You going to put blood on this one?"

Nolan didn't turn around and only shrugged his shoulders and spread out his arms while walking. He could hear Dresler say "Yes!" behind him, and he pictured the short man fist pumping the air and dancing away.

The truth was, he had no idea what he would think of, but he wanted to get under this Guranthien's skin.

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