I, Spaceman

I love the old Sci Fi series and I thought, can I write Flash Fiction in the same vein? Well, judge for yourself. In these stories you’ll meet the crew of B-Mover 14, Newton 2, Old Space Dog and a host more as they travel the Graveyard Sector; as well as my alien species the Pridians, Angerians, Envins, Lustaceans, Gred and the Slothy. We’ll go boldly, and not split infinity.Jazz, Season One, Episode FourDJ, Jazz’s trusty sidekick, brought Jazz her favorite motorcycle and a bevy of weapons. Leaving Clowntown behind them, the Nittsburg boarder, meaning food, sleep, and relative safety, is minutes away and Jazz desperately needs to get back to her office and scrub the magical stone gurgling in her belly. If she doesn’t, then she’ll relive every injury the stone ever healed and no one had any idea how old the thing is. On her modified motorcycle and with a full tank of Jowndus juice the trip’s a piece of cake But it seems that Jazz had managed to rile up a squadron of Cranks and as fast as it is, her bike is no match for Crank flycraft, especially the Kriscrossa, the Crank’s elite fighter squadron. Seems like Jazz has two choices, run and get herself shot, or stand and fight and get herself shot.