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Wednesday, September 25, 2019

"We've Come A Long Way," An Outlaw Galaxy short story


"We've Come A Long Way" appears in Outlaw Galaxy 4: Little Wind and Other Tales, available for free at SmashwordsPayhipAmazonKoboBarnes & Noble Nook, or the Apple iBooks store. I hope you enjoy this story!

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In the distant future...
It is a time of legends and myths, of technology and magic,of epic struggles and journeys to the stars...
A time when great heroes confront the forces of darkness...
A time when adventure beckons across the Billion Worlds of Outlaw Galaxy!

We've Come A Long Way
An Outlaw Galaxy short story

"We've come a long way." Brandt spoke softly as he held the glass in his right hand, gazing out the lounge's viewport and taking in the breathtaking view of the planet Wynnsparrle. Red-pink cloud cover dominated the viewport. Just a tiny sliver of open space was visible above the curvature of the planet.

The immediate area near the viewport was filled with starships, most of them cargo freighters waiting for permission to dock here at StarStation Tkerthian Home. In the distance, dozens of ships -- small flecks of varied colors trailing tails of fire from their engines -- criss-crossed above the planet. Some of the ships were angling nose-first to dive into the clouds and drop down to the starports on the planet's surface, while others pushed for open space, headed for jump points to distant stars.

Brandt looked into his glass, now half empty, and swirled the remaining green liquid to create a miniature whirlpool. His nose caught the aroma of Friigin spice, inviting and sweet, and he took a long, slow drink. He let the thick, syrupy mead coat his teeth and tongue, then swallowed.

His partner, Ghaz, nodded with a grunt. "A long way? You're telling me! Vistrik to Wynnsparrle in three days? That's over fifty light years of hard flying."

Brandt chuckled. "That's not what I'm talking about." He finished his drink, savoring the rich flavor of this local brew. He felt the burn on the way down.

Ghaz shook his head as he gazed around the lounge, continuing on as if Brandt hadn't said a word. "Not a lot of pilots could lay claim to Vistrik to Wynnsparrle in three days. No, not many at all."

"I'm sure you're right, Ghaz," Brandt said as he looked out across the lounge. There were plenty of pilots here, sitting, eating, drinking, chatting, going through the motions without any real enthusiasm or interest. They, like Brandt and Ghaz, were just waiting to move on as soon as their ships were refueled and loaded with crates and containers destined for planets in other systems. They were all vagabonds, stopping here and there on worlds scattered across hundreds of light years, never staying anywhere for long.

Brandt turned back to the viewport and stared down at the planet. "That's not what I was trying to say, Ghaz. Think about this. Who knows how many millennia ago, we were just primitives. Imagine what life must have been like. Huddled around fires, living in caves, wearing animal skins, hunting with spears. Fearing the night and the dark. We must have been little more than animals ... and yet somehow we made this incredible journey. We invented tools, medicine, technology ... developed art and literature. We grew. We somehow got to the point where we left the world that gave birth to us ... in fact, we left so long ago that we don't even remember which planet it was. And now? Now, we can jump from one star to another in a few hours. We've spread across ... how far? Perhaps the whole galaxy? We can engineer life-forms, build intelligent machines ... transform entire planets." Brandt paused, then smiled at his partner. "Like I said, we've come a long way."

"Hm." Ghaz shook his head.

Brandt stared at his partner. The expression on the man's face made Brandt wonder if his partner was inspired ... or frightened and ready to ask, "Who are you and what have you done with my partner?"

"It was just a thought," Brandt muttered, backing away from his observations with a weary shrug.

Finally, Ghaz smiled and emptied his glass, tipping it towards Brandt in a polite salute. "Never knew that underneath those calloused hands and behind that crooked smile lurked the soul of a philosopher ... a poet."

"A poet? Never thought of myself that way." Brandt cocked his head to the side and grinned proudly. "But I think I like that." He looked down at his empty glass and, with a satisfied smile repeated, "A poet."

Ghaz glanced at his chrono, then looked up at his partner and eyed the empty glass. "Our ship's supposed to be ready within the hour. You okay to fly?"

"What? A man can't have a profound thought now and then?"

"Just checking," Ghaz said with a wink, not mentioning the many arguments and fights when Brandt had been ... well, describing his behavior as less than philosophical would be stating it politely.

"I'm fine." Brandt shrugged, as if following Ghaz's train of thought. "I don't think about things like that too often, but sitting here, gazing out at that planet and all of those ships ... well, our ancestors couldn't imagine what it would be like to live in a time when jumping from one star to another was ordinary. Oh sure, there were maybe a few who looked up into the sky and saw the stars and dreamed ... but us? We're about to jump to another star and our biggest concern is getting our ship loaded so we can get to Abaater on time and get paid. We have come from such humble origins ... ." Brandt shrugged again, then looked at his friend. "It's awesome when you think about it, that's all. Don't you ever think about that?"

Ghaz was about to shake his head and admit that, no, he hadn't ever thought about anything even remotely like that.

Then, from the back of the lounge, there was the din of rising voices and a flurry of sudden movement. Three men and a couple of aliens Brandt couldn't identify jumped to their feet. The room fell silent as the argument's intensity increased. Arms waved and fingers pointed and faces contorted in anger. Brandt glimpsed an all too familiar swish of movement as the participants reached for their blasters. Brandt and Ghaz were among the first to dive beneath their tables.

Blaster pistols whined. Flashes of light lit the murky tavern in strobing pulses. The smell of ozone filled the air as energy beams exploded off walls and tables. Brandt nodded towards the entrance. "I think it's time to go."

Ghaz gave a quick nod. The pair crouched low, scooting across the floor on hands and knees, using tables, chairs and other patrons for cover as they crept towards the door.

As they dove through the entrance and emerged into the safety of the StarStation's main courtyard, Ghaz glanced back towards the tavern and the sounds of battle. "We may have come a long way ... but we've still got a long ways to go." He let slip a grin and elbowed his partner in the ribs. "Maybe the poets will show us the way."

As Ghaz disappeared into the crowd, Brandt smiled. "Or maybe, eventually, this journey will make poets of us all." He winced as more sounds of blaster fire echoed from the back of the tavern. "Maybe someday."


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Thanks for reading! Please feel free to check out the entire selection of Outlaw Galaxy books.
Some of the Outlaw Galaxy books now available:

Outlaw Galaxy 4: Little Wind and Other Tales. Short story collection available at Smashwords, PayhipAmazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble Nook, or the Apple iBooks store. About 15,000 words or 45 paperback pages, reading time: about one hour. FREE!

Outlaw Galaxy 3: Hunter's Truth and Other Tales. Short story collection available at Smashwords, PayhipAmazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble Nook or the Apple iBooks store. Read a sample. About 18,500 words or 53 pages, reading time: one hour. 99 cents. 

Outlaw Galaxy 2: Fugitive Among the Stars. Read a sample or check out the book at Smashwords, Payhip, Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble Nook or the Apple iBooks store. Novel, about 72,500 words or 207 pages, reading time: five hours. $2.99 at most retailers.

Outlaw Galaxy 1: Trip and the Space Pirates. Available at Smashwords, PayhipAmazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble Nook or the Apple iBooks store. About 73,000 words or 210 pages, reading time: 5 hours. $2.99 at most retailers.

Thursday, August 1, 2019

Outlaw Galaxy 3: Hunter's Truth and Other Tales is LIVE!

So excited, just wanted to share that Outlaw Galaxy 3: Hunter's Truth and Other Tales is now live as an ebook. It is a collection of five Outlaw Galaxy short stories, about 18,000 words (would equal about 65 pages in a traditional paperback, reading time is about one hour). Just 99 cents!!



Check out the book at Smashwords (where you can read 30% for free), Amazon, Barnes & Noble NookKobo, Apple iTunes and many other retailers.

For those not familiar with Smashwords, it is the world's leading distributor of independent ebooks and offers downloads in all major formats -- mobi for Kindle, Epub, PDF, so you can read on any device in any format. DRM-free, so you can make backup copies as needed and available worldwide with no geographic restrictions. (Amazon normally charges a surcharge for readers outside the major markets.)


Sunday, July 14, 2019

Telling the Truth is a Dangerous Thing

We live in a time of outrage and atrocity, where our leaders mock the very notion of decency and compassion towards our fellow man. We live in an era where our leader is a man who described a known child sex predator as a "great guy."

An evil man who has expressed indifference at the suffering he and his policies are directly inflicting on children who have done nothing wrong.

These are merely the most recent of his manifold offenses against decency and the law.

Trump is torturing and traumatizing children. There is simply no other way to describe it.

And those who support him are complicit and responsible by empowering him.

Millions of his followers profess to say that life is sacred. Unless, of course, it is the life of an innocent child from a foreign land. Or the child of a poor person. Many of those who speak so much about their faith and moral purpose in being "pro life" express profound indifference to the suffering of those "sacred" lives once the child is born, particularly if born, through no fault of its own, into a family in poverty.

They profess to respect every child's life and yet could not care less how much millions of children suffer so long as their taxes are cut and the flag is waived and the President professes to honor freedom and God, no matter how much his actual actions demonstrate that he is man only of falsehoods, not faith.

The Bible in numerous places counsels believers to show compassion and kindness to foreigners, the weak, the powerless. And yet Trump's supporters, Bible in hand and quick to quote verses that are convenient to them, turn their backs on the suffering of these strangers.

I hope they realize how hypocritical they are before it is too late and they face their final reckoning where Jesus turns his back and says to them, "You never knew me."

Political cartoonist Michael DeAdder raised a firestorm of controversy when he drew a cartoon that simply illustrated the truth of Donald Trump's depravity and cynicism and cruelty. He got fired.

 

He simply told the truth.

Telling the truth is and always will be God's work.