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A Thing I Did Part 1

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Here is a thing I did. Due to the fact that most of it was written post 2 am I had a friend go through and correct grammatical shiz. Also it's heavily influenced by Space Dandy so expect stupidity to ensue.

Part 1

In a galaxy far, far away in the grim darkness of the far future there is only only monotony and sci-fi stories. <insert more sci-fi references and stereotypes here> What is this? The Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy? Oh look there is another one. Welcome to this short story. A story of a bounty hunter and his space crew who hunt space villains, using space guns.. in space. Enjoy your stay. (And hey I'm just a narrator. If you're going to sue anyone sue the author. He's the 'mastermind' behind this).

A thin smoke hung in the air. The smell of whiskey and tobacco clung to the walls like a parasite. And the Smooth tones of old timey Jazz crept into the ears of the clubs patrons. In the corner of the club sat in the shadows and the smoke was a young man in his twenties. He had short dark messy hair and unshaven stubble, wearing an old battered navy blue suit and worn leather shoes.

‘’Don’t lose this one Reed. We can’t let another pay cheque walk away.’’ An old familiar voice rung out through his head

‘’ Yeah, yeah old man. Don’t worry.’’

‘’Don’t call m-‘’ the voice cut out as he pulled the earpiece from his left ear.

Crunching an ice cube between his teeth, Reed moved over to the bar and placed his glass on the counter. The leftover ice let out a satisfying clink as they rattled together.

“Another please”

Reed turned his head so that another of the bars tables was just out of the corner of his vision. That was his target. You see, in this day and age a lot of jobs are taken by robots due to the fact that they are cheaper to employ and are much more efficient than people. This left people with jobs that robots couldn't do. Ones that required common sense. This left a lot of people, including Reed, with the job of hunting down the scum of the solar system.

That's right, this is another story about space bounty hunters. You can leave now if you want. Close this book and leave. No? Well okay then, I warned you.

“Here you go sir”

Keeping his vision in the same direction Reed threw a handful of differently shaped and sized coins from his pocket onto the counter, took his glass and moved back to his table. From this spot he had a perfect vantage point to watch his pay cheque. As Reed sat he heard a loud scream from behind him. His attention had been so focused elsewhere he didn't notice that his previous seat had been occupied since he left it. At almost the same time as the woman he sat on screamed his target perked up like a meerkat and upon seeing the commotion bolted for the door.

“Shit.” Reed cursed to himself “Get back here food!”

Now this is where there is normally a long and descriptive chase scene, let's just say that if you could not already tell. This was not going to be Reed's lucky day. Not only had he made himself obvious to his otherwise easy to capture target. Long and quite frankly what would have been a boring and typical ''oh he knocked over a barrel'' and ''gotta climb that chicken wire fence'' foot chase later. The guy got away.


Sorry to disappoint.

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Edited version making the italic sections more obvious that they are actually a narrator.