Tuesday 24 March 2015

Blogspart



"The thing about learning to fly a spaceship is there is no "up" in the conventional sense... however... things can still be above you," the instructor pointed out with tired patience.
"Yeah, uh sorry about that.  I didn't see him," the student fidgeted in the pilot's chair, making the old leather creak.
"No need to apologise to me," the instructor replied.  "I have insurance."  He glanced up at the huge freighter that they had become entangled with.
"The question is, do they?"
"They're bound to, right?  I mean, a ship that size..."
"That's a Blogspart ship."
"Oh.  I've never met a Blogspart.  But I've heard that they're rich right...?  There's not much damage... maybe-"
There was a echoing knock on the airlock.  Both instructor and student glanced back over their shoulder.
"I hope you know how to fight better than you know how to steer."
"...fight?"
"The Blogspart aren't known for talking."  The instructor got up and went to the airlock control.
"You're not going to let it in?!" the student wailed.
"Prepare yourself."
He pressed the green panel, and the airlock opened.  A tiny alien, not more than a foot tall, waddled onto the ship.
"I just wanted to let you know, the antenna on your ship snapped off.  We can fix that if you like?"
"Oh that would be very kind of you.  We'll pay for the damage, of course."
"No need, no need.  It's just a scratch.  Well, good luck with your lessons.  Don't forget to look up next time!"  The alien waved at the student and then waddled off, back out the airlock.
"I thought you said that we'd need to fight?" the student asked, once the Blogspart was gone.
"Got them mixed up with the Blagsport," his instructor shrugged.  "Blogspart are lovely."
It didn't take long for the Blogspart to fix the antenna and untangle the two ships.
"Now, take us out of the port."
The student nodded and hit the upper thrusters.  The ship lurched downwards and banged into a skiff.
"Oops."
"Oh," his instructor said.  "That's a Blagsport ship."

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