Steem Wars: The Voyages of the RS Flying Wardrobe: Episode Nine, Close Enough

in #fiction3 years ago (edited)

The Steemiverse: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Reader Ship Flying Wardrobe. Its mission: to seek quality content in the Stream of Steem. To curate unknown writers. To boldly upvote posts no man has upvoted before!



I hand my cup of water to Jay. “Hold my drink. I got this.” As I step up to the console, I crack my knuckles and roll my shoulders. The Steem can guide me through this, but I need to be completely relaxed.

The leather chair creaks as I sit down. Behind me, Liam snickers.

“That was the chair, Lou.” I sigh and allow my hand to float above the command console.

“Hrooooommmmfffflllll gggrrwwwuuuuooooooo.”

“We’re not all filled with noxious gasses. It’s a creaky chair alright?”

A lichen-green message flashes on the screen. Get on with it, already.

I nod. “Yes, Bex. Ma’am.” I squeeze my eyes shut, concentrate on our destination, and start typing in random commands and swiping across the screen. The Steem will guide my hands.

The ship banks hard to the left and takes off to a space station floating in the distance. Beeping sounds fill the bridge and Bex flashes another message across the screens in the bridge.

We’re being hailed by that space station. Playing message now.

A distorted voice buzzes through the comm speakers in a rather nasal tone. “Attention unidentified vessel. Please approach and prepare your cargo briefs. The Space Scale is almost ready to process your cargo.”

“Tiny.” Bex’s voice doesn’t sound mad, but the fact that she’s speaking says differently. As quiet as she sounds, she must be very, very mad. “I asked you to take us to a sale. Not a scale.”

“But…” I smile uneasily. “It’s only a one letter difference. That’s not bad, you know.”


“Yes, Bex?”

“Fix this. Right now. Or you’re confined to quarters. With your gassy hairball. And a big supply of brains.”

Seven and Zombie look up from their consoles, speaking in unison. “Hey! Those are our brains!”

Jay pulls his tablet out of the inside pocket of his long leather coat once more. “Bex, darling, let me soothe you with a sonne—”

“Not now, Jay.” Bex sounds like she’d have smoke coming out of her ears. If she had ears. Jay wisely puts away his tablet and stylus and sits down.

Meanwhile, the Vay-gun’s head has started to grow feathers and his nose is getting decidedly beaky. Wow. I’ve never seen one morph before. Within minutes, he looks like one of those Egyptian gods I remember from Earth. The one with the man’s body and the bird’s head? What’s he called again? Hairiss? Horass? No. Horus. That’s the one.

He’s walked up to the port window and stares outside. His head wobbles back and forth, just like a bird does. Suddenly, he opens his beak and screeches three times. He shakes his head, gulps a few times, and then he starts talking. “I’m so sorry. I morphed my head into an eagle’s. They have great eyes, you know. But I forgot to keep my vocal cords.”

He turns back to the window, pointing outside. “There’s a sign right over there, saying Big Sale.”

“What?” He’s just making that up. There’s no sign. I join him at the window. “I don’t see a sign.”

“Who's the one with the eagle eyes in here? Huh? It’s right there. I’m telling you.” He looks at me with those beady birdy eyes and I look away. Reminds me too much of my mother.

The screens flash again. Geb. Are you sure?

He nods. “Yes, Bex.”

Brace yourselves. I’m going to bank right and go full speed ahead. We’ve already wasted too much time. Dr. Muxx will Steem our hides if we don’t make it to that sale. Seven, divert all VP to aft engines.

To be continued

For more Steem Wars adventures from the crew of the RS Flying Wardrobe, tune into the blogs of @bex-dk as R2-BEX2, @thinknzombie as Zombie, @idenkcall as Seven O’Data, @damianjayclay as Jay, and @jonknight as Carnif Geb, AKA the petunia.



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"Reminds me too much of my mother." XD

I love it!

I can't wait to catch the next part :D

We do our best. The Woolfkie and I.


May the Steem be with you. Cool thing you got going :)

So when are you joining in on it? I can't keep begging you to come over. My husband will start to get jealous. XD

You should listen to Tiny, @fictionspawn. Your magnet isn't broken, is it, Tiny?

It must be. Jon and I have been trying to reel him in for a while now.

@fictionspawn, I'm Editor in Chief over at TWB. If Jon and Tiny say you should join, I believe them. I promise we won't bite and we'll be initially gentle with the whippings. Consider it and check out the @thewritersblock account to see what all we're about.

The "STEEM"?

Have you been watching Star Wars lately??

I wonder what you buy at a big space sale. By the scale.

This story reminds me of one my siblings and I wrote with my writer uncle which wound up sending the protagonist and his uncle Chimborazo (he was tall) to Carnegie Hall.

Well, you should check out the Steemwars Steemshelf. I linked to it. Steem Wars is a community wide sci-fi mash-up parody event, run from The Writers' Block. It has bits out of every known sci-fi concept, from Star wars to Star Trek, to even Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy. ;-) We're doing parodies of parodies. It's a hoot. And not too late to join in!

I did see the announcement back at the start and was seriously tempted to try, but had to admit defeat when I took a look at my current project load. It's been fun reading everyone's contributions (I like the pilot AI concept - I've used that idea myself before). In the meantime, I'm living vicariously through you guys.

There are so many Writer's Block initiatives and ideas that look like fun: I just have to figure out how to carve time out of my life to participate properly!

Yeah time is precious, isn't it? Too bad you can't join us. sigh

Not this time. But I haven't forgotten you. I keep up when I can and I'm getting better and better about getting back to all my pre-kid favorite things. I'm working in the yard and crocheting again - I just have to crochet in the car and work in the yard with babies in the carrier. If I can learn not to tunnel vision while writing, I may be able to do more of that in the future.

The tunnel vision is a problem, though. Catastrophes can be taking place around me and I don't notice until far too late...