SF Drabble #18 “Generation Ship”

The Captain’s speech yesterday was the last straw. Many of us had been stewing for a long time. The ration cuts, the lost privileges, the poor treatment by Crew, all of it was wearing at us. When access to the network was cut off, there was nothing else to do. We hold the engine room, colonist quarters, and cargo spaces eight through twelve. They hold the bridge, the brig, and Crew quarters. So far there’s only twenty dead, but three of those are Security. They’ve got a prisoners, we’ve got prisoners. And we’re still a year out from Tau Ceti…