This story was written for Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Challenge. See the link below:
The idea is to write a story in the chosen genre and using the picture below as the inspiration.
Genre: Space Opera
They bumped into each other in the transporter lounge on the Intergalactic Space Cruiser. Of all the people in the galaxy she wanted to see again, he was the last one, unless of course, she’d seen him in the hands of the Assassins guild.
“Perolla? Is that you? After all these years! How are you?” He called out to her, a big stupid grin on his face and his arms open wide.
Surely he should know she’d never want to see him again, not after what he’d done. So that was nearly a century ago. Men and women were so different. As they say, Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. Certainly, after the International Separation Act had been passed by the Senate that had become a fact. They had decided the two sexes were better off living on different space colonies, only interacting when strictly necessary.
“Fyndor! What are you doing here? This vessel is reserved for retired senators and civil servants not swindling uranium dealers.”
“Well, what are you doing here then? Are you still an exotic dancer? Are you part of the entertainment team?”
“No, you nerfherder! I’m the former Senator for the Delta Quadrant and I’m supposed to be enjoying a cruise around the Spider nebula, that was until you turned up.”
“Are you still bearing a grudge about what happened, when was that, 89 years ago? Come on, Perolla, let it go, for goodness sake!”
“You nearly had me killed! I had no idea what that package contained that you asked me to look after for you. Rigellian Blood Moss is a banned substance in almost every quadrant and when your friends showed up I had to shoot my way out!”
“Look, I said I was sorry. I had no idea the Patrellian Mafia was so close on my trail.”
“Anyway, I suggest you leave. As I said, this cruiser is not for the likes of you. I am going to summon a Stormtrooper and have you removed!”
“No, Perolla, you won’t be able to do that. You see, I’ve had a change of career since last we met. I’m a Senator now. I’m also here to enjoy a bit of rest and relaxation on board this cruiser. You’re going to have to put up with me for a while, I’m afraid.”
“What? What system, quadrant or planet would be stupid enough to have elected you as their Senator?”
“Oh, A little obscure planet by the name of Earth.”
Earth? That cultural desert. It made sense. They had a history of electing total idiots.
“Look, Fyndor, I suggest you keep as far away from me as possible while you’re on board this vessel.”
Just then, another voice interrupted their conversation.
“Perolla? Fyndor? I’m so glad to find you together. I arranged for this little meeting in the hope you two would set aside your differences.”
Perolla turned to find Chancellor Rikart strolling towards them, grinning like a schoolboy who’d managed to play a fantastic prank on his schoolteacher. She felt like she was the victim in this case.
“You had something to do with this, Rikart?”
The Chancellor had been her apprentice in the Civil service and when she’d retired she had done her level best to see him reach his present rank.
“Easy, now Perolla. Don’t go getting mad at me too. You two know more about the Patrellian Crime Lords than anyone I know, I need you both to work together, with me, if we are going to win this war and establish peace again in the galaxy.”
“If that’s an order, Chancellor, I will, as always, do my duty” she replied, through gritted teeth. This was not turning out to be quite the peaceful voyage she’d expected.
I have also included the following word prompts:
Today’s prompt: uranium, moss, dancer