Docked at Mariactitus VII. Sold the remains of the Kerflufle fish and now drinking at the space dock bar. Can’t remember where the ship is parked.
I tried making conversation with some of the patrons, especially those that might know their way around a 238-story ship parking garage. Most ignored me. But I’ve made one friend, a Buzzarian named Grphz. Like all Buzzarians, he closely resembles an Earth fly. Wings. Huge compound eyes. An elongated, acid drooling snout. If it wasn’t for his green T-Shirt and cargo shorts, I would assume he was the product of a teleporter accident.
He had spent several minutes walking into the wall, trying to leave the bar, when I yelled for help. He came and sat down across from me.
He hasn’t helped me. In fact, he hasn’t said a word. But I have come to love him as a close ally on this alien world. He’s listened intently as I told of my many, many glorious stories. He has also not resisted my adding drinks to his tab, as a true friend would.
I had a brother once, I told the Buzzarian. Well, not a brother, or even a close relative. But a guy who looked like me thanks to the fickle mistress called chance. He was cunning and rich. A businessman with deep connections to the most corrupt regions of the universe. A horrible person, which is why I once agreed to kill him. Well, that and because the price on his head was too high to ignore.
I don’t normally do the whole bounty hunter thing, I explained as the Buzzarian licked at some sugar. I’m a starship captain in the honorable tradition of shipping things that are sometimes considered illegal. But I have a vast skill set thanks to my time in the Star Armada, and I hate to throw away an opportunity.
Anyway, I failed to kill that guy. He’s still around somewhere. I did one better though – I slept with his wife. Nothing more seductive than a neglected, beautiful wife.
Oh my god, I shouted while rising to my feet. My wife is still waiting in the ship. The Buzzarian stayed silent. You’re right, I explained to him.
I have now spent more than three hours screaming through the parking garage. And the ship’s alarm has finally gone off.
Time to leave – a rendevous point and my wife are waiting for me.