SF Drabble #304 “Waiting For Glixpacti”

“How long are we supposed to sit here?” The helmsman asked. The surface of the nameless border planet had rotated by so many times he was sure he could draw a map of it from memory.

“Until they show.” The Captain muttered, without looking up from his Pad. “They wanted a face-to-face meeting, we’re obligated by treaty. The Glix aren’t known for their punctuality, but they will show.”

“Then what?”

“Up to them. They want to fight again, so be it: we’ve beat them back three times already, and we’ve only gotten stronger since. Hopefully they want something else now.”

No comments:

Post a Comment