JayDee over at I read encyclopedias for fun, is having a writing challenge. Basically, you start a story with the prompt below. The additional length should equal 500 words (he just upped that to 1000). My story follows. One word of caution, this is my first attempt at Sci-fi and I wrote it in about 15 minutes next to the pool 🙂 Enjoy.
Conrad opened his eyes to a view of a massive blue globe. He jerked back and twisted around in the microgravity. He touched something solid in front of him. A window.
He pushed against the window and turned around. Conrad scanned the small room, no larger than a public bathroom stall, and empty except for an EV spacesuit and door. He studied the view through the window. Neptune, he thought. How did I get here?
This is not how he wanted to spend Fat Tuesday. He racked his brain, trying to remember what happened. It was a blur. He remembered watching the parade roll down Royal Street, the giant dragon breathing fire at the revelers. That’s when he saw the red head. Who could forget the redhead. She was tall and thin with eyes the color of weathered bronze. He knew they must have been altered, the color was unnatural, but they were amazing. She was his perfect type. That should have warned him of the set up. That type was always trouble.
He gazed at the beautiful blue planet spinning slowly before him. It looked tranquil and peaceful. The name was all wrong, but scientist didn’t figure that out until it was too late. There was no water god on Neptune, and it’s the last place he needed or wanted to be. He squinted and searched the surrounding space. He knew the red head brought him here for a reason. That meant he wasn’t alone. He tensed the muscle in his eye, causing the implants to focus. There it was, almost too small to notice. A small ship. It was ugly, it was a composite of different ships, just stuck together. It was nicknamed the platypus, and Conrad knew the owner.
He quickly donned the EV and opened the hatch door. He no more wanted to go over, but he saw no way out of it. The small transport pod he was in carried a limited amount of air. He gently pushed his way through space. Small bursts of propellant pushed him to the ship. They were watching for him, minutes before impact the door opened and he coasted inside. A loud clunk marked the door closing and a swish of air sounded the atmosphere rushing in. He pulled his helmet off and began removing the EV.
The door slid open and in walked the tall redhead. She was taller than he remembered, easily 7ft. Her hair cascaded down her back, it reminded him of a red waterfall. Small green scales edged her eyes. Maybe, they weren’t altered after all. She wasn’t human. Bounty hunter? He wasn’t sure.
“Why am I here?” he demanded.
She curled her lip revealing sharp teeth. “Conrad, you know the rules. Breeders are not allowed off world without permission. You’re lucky the Queen only issued an order of retrieval and not termination.”
Conrad gave a sigh. He wanted more than life in a Harem. He was tired of being used by the Queen. He cursed under his breath and followed the redhead to his quarters. Anger at the system began to grow, fueled by the need to live his own life. He wanted out.