EVE Fiction

Just took a few minutes to spin a new idea . . .

Will continue a bit later on, meetings call.


After having spent a vast majority of his life aboard one ship or another, the dim hum of the vessels engines and the corridors’ activities hardly bothered let alone was enough to wake him. No, sounds weren’t an irritant. He had grown accustomed to them, arguably even dependent on them. He woke to their sounds, their assurance, the uncontestable awareness that he was there and forcibly having to roll himself off his cot in the closet-sized room he called home.

Home was a ship, one he never chose to be on but lacked the opportunity at that decision as well. His internal lights began to flicker on. Lights he thought, If you could call them that were two sunken fluorescents that needed to be replacing weeks ago. He looked up, winced at the disturbing flicker and loosed his lone pillow at it. It didn’t get better as his newly preferred method of jump-starting it failed. In fact, it just remained off.

“Perfect!” he grumbled to himself. Now I really gotta go see those mainheads.

The man threw his sheets to the side letting them fall to the floor at the crack between his bed and the wall where he likes to let one of his legs hang down in the cooler air.

The floor was cold, it always is-no surprises there. He stood from the bed stretching his arms over his head letting his fingers slide across the now broken light. He wanted to punch through it, but needless to say he didn’t need to create more unnecessary problems. He already had one meeting this morning due to his own short-sightedness.

A knock on the door.

Damnit! I hate those punctual bastards!

The tired man threw on his jumpers, “One minute, just tying my boots” so I don’t lose em up your ass you . . .

“Now, Lain! Neither us nor the Captain have nor want the time to waste with you today. Open the door.” Another few bangs bounced off his confining walls. “NOW!”

He lied. He wasn’t tying his shoes; he had been extending his stretch out of jest. He wanted to open the door let them see his lack of motivation, but again he didn’t need any more unnecessary issues. He took the two strides across the room extending his arm to let the men in.

The whole ship rocked hard and flung him back against his cot hitting the back of his head against the support bar. He heard people in the corridor shouting and bodies hitting harder surfaces. Another hard shot bounced the ship around and he gripped the bar hoping to stay away from being flung again himself.

What the hell! He thought to himself as he rubbed the back of his head after the second jolt. He jumped up and headed for the door but again another shock threw him to the side as a secondary explosion ripped through the ships hull somewhere on the ship. He thumbed the door open.

One of the two guards was nursing a gash above his temple while trying to wake the other who had a blood spot on his own. Knuckleheads he joked to himself.

“You alright?” He asked.

“Yeah, he’s out cold though.” Replied the guard.

“C’mon, let’s get him to the med and see if anyone else needs help in here.”

“Sir, we have orders …”

“Wake the **** up. We have priorities and I am NOT one of those right now.”