Jet-Lagged And Jilted

Captain Ismael Garkin leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

I can’t do it.

I simply can’t Captain today.

“Captain. Sir. We are about to enter the Ischeminic Array.”

He opened his eyes and slumped forward. “Very good, Yovin. Steady as she goes.”


He stared at the viewscreen, but he did not see the amazing light show before them.

He saw a woman’s face. Her long, graceful body.

He heard the words she’d told him.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t date outside my species. It’s against my religion and my higher principles.”

The starship’s lights dimmed as a Zurntanburner Blaster Sub-Class Q warship decloaked in front of them.

“Captain! A Zurntanburner Blaster Sub-Class Q warship has appeared.” Yovin tapped on his flat computer screen. “It is armed and running its sub-deck systems.”

Captain Garkin rubbed his hands up and down his face.

I knew we shouldn’t have gone into that space-time anomaly. But there was a distress call. How could we have not answered it?

If we hadn’t answered it, I would have never met her.

Captain Garkin’s First Officer stepped forward. “Captain. If I may be so bold to say, you need to retire to your quarters and get some sleep.”

“Captain! The enemy is preparing to fire.”

The Captain lowered his hands. “I’ll sleep later. Yovin, fire when ready.”

“Ready, sir!”

“Good. Fire!”

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