First, I hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving, filled with family, friends, and great food. While the holiday zapped a chunk of my time, other projects have also been leaching my time away from me. Hopefully, I’ll be able to bring those projects to everyone sooner rather than later. Though even if those stories never see the light of day, they weighed upon me until I sat down and allowed them to flow through my fingers. However, I’m dedicated to never missing a month for my patrons, so as the end of November loomed over me, I rolled up my sleeves and started crafting my patron’s science fiction tale.
My initial thought for the tale was to leverage the Drifter’s crew. However, I couldn’t think of the tale, so I grabbed my story dice and gave them a toss. Unfortunately, the results of the roll were a mask, a clock, and a padlock. As my mind tried to weave these threads together, my mind plucked a few scenes from disparate stories, resulting in a fun story.
So, grab a chair and get comfortable as we follow the latest installment for the Drifter II and her crew.
Upon entering a masquerade party, Charles searches for someone important to complete his current objective…
Upon entering the vast chamber, Charles hugged the bulkhead as he walked around the throng of masked and dancing citizens washed by the soft starlight. As he sauntered past a massive window, he tapped his ear. “Lucille, where does our target usually perch during these opulent displays of wealth and authority?”
“Please remind me why I couldn’t accompany you to this party.”
Charles paused at the next pane of glass and stared into the field of stars. His teeth ground together as he traced a line connecting two distant stars upon the clear sheet separating him from the vacuum of space. Charle’s head turned over his shoulder as he identified more members of the station’s security staff. “We’re not here to partake in the merriment. I’m attending the festivities for a purpose, and since time is scarce, skip the cometary and steer me in the right direction?”
“We are still working on getting into the system.”
“You were supposed to be in there already.” Charles massaged his forehead with one hand as he drew in a sharp breath.
“However, based on what we know, the individual you’re seeking typically lounges on a dais, positioned to get the majority of the celestial light.”
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