Short SciFi Stories on the go

The ship's AI says I have 14 days before everything fails. This is my engineer, Rook Davis, Captain Patel says. I take my identification crystal, research notes and a memory token for my mate, and a short time later I follow them through their docking tube into their huge ship. Welcome to the lucky break, Captain Patel says proud. Someone else, taller with darker skin, asks about my research.

The ship's AI says I have 14 days before everything fails. This is my engineer, Rook Davis, Captain Patel says. I take my identification crystal, research notes and a memory token for my mate, and a short time later I follow them through their docking tube into their huge ship. Welcome to the lucky break, Captain Patel says proud. Someone else, taller with darker skin, asks about my research.

The ship's AI says I have 14 days before everything fails. This is my engineer, Rook Davis, Captain Patel says. I take my identification crystal, research notes and a memory token for my mate, and a short time later I follow them through their docking tube into their huge ship. Welcome to the lucky break, Captain Patel says proud. Someone else, taller with darker skin, asks about my research.

No escorts, no carriers, no drones, just one matte black vessel, drifting out of FTL with absolute silence. No diplomacy, no trade, no alliances. No signals, no distress call, no data. One single craft, old design, no escort, cutting straight through hyperspace toward Dominion space. No debris, no radiation, no trace.

No escorts, no carriers, no drones, just one matte black vessel, drifting out of FTL with absolute silence. No diplomacy, no trade, no alliances. No signals, no distress call, no data. One single craft, old design, no escort, cutting straight through hyperspace toward Dominion space. No debris, no radiation, no trace.

Wide golden eyes followed Barris closely as he set aside his cleaning supplies and crouched beside it. His supervisor, a centurion with the empathy of a faulty waste unit, would have find him instantly if he caught Barris helping what the station rules classified as a pest. His wife, Inia, had prepared his favorite meal that day, her grandmother's recipe for Biryani. The dragon gave a soft chirp, almost musical, and nudged against his hand before darting into a nearby ventilation grate, energized once again. Barris straightened up his stomach growling, but his heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

Wide golden eyes followed Barris closely as he set aside his cleaning supplies and crouched beside it. His supervisor, a centurion with the empathy of a faulty waste unit, would have find him instantly if he caught Barris helping what the station rules classified as a pest. His wife, Inia, had prepared his favorite meal that day, her grandmother's recipe for Biryani. The dragon gave a soft chirp, almost musical, and nudged against his hand before darting into a nearby ventilation grate, energized once again. Barris straightened up his stomach growling, but his heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

Cadet Thompson, the only human in the room, kept his head down with the rest of the students. Humans are new to Galactic Warfare, but I've heard your species has a long history of fighting. His hand moved past the pipe and landed on a mop that was still wet from cleaning solution. He tested the mop's weight briefly, then brought it down across his knee. He demonstrated a short sequence of moves, switching between using the mop for distance and the broken handle for close work.

Ambassador Vretar of the Corvian Dominion had faced warlords, stared down Imperial fleets and overseeing the conquest of 14 entire species. Fear was not something he often felt, yet sitting across from the human representative he couldn't stop the faint rattle of his scales. No, Ambassador, I'm informing you, as of this moment, Earth has officially recognized the telary as a protected species under the Sentinel accord. The temperature in the room hadn't changed but Vretar felt as though ice was flowing through his veins. Vretar stared at that small unarmed woman the one who had just threatened his empire without raising her voice.

The strong crushed the weak, powerful civilizations and slave the smaller ones, and above them all, everyone feared the drathal overlords, everyone except one species. That's what Ambassador Plex told the humans at their first diplomatic meeting. Just three people, Ambassador Ortiz, a tall, silent man, introduced as General Leo Jackson, and a middle-aged scientist named Dr. We trade, we share knowledge, we respect each other's borders, no slavery, no tribute, no sacrifices, just cooperation. Actually, your Armada encountered a complication on its way to earth would you like to see before Vexer could respond Jackson activated a hologram.