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Veridian Pass- Flash Fiction Challenge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
I am doing a 30 day flash fiction challenge, this is my first flash fiction story. If you want to do the 30 day challenge you can find the daily prompts on my profile. Good luck.

Submitted: October 02, 2018

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Submitted: October 02, 2018



Day One Flash Fiction Challenge

Prompt: An impulse buy leading to intergalactic warfare.


A heavy bag of credits, that’s what Jacob held in his arms. His smile was wide as he left the Galactic Exchange. Everyone said he was crazy, they said no one could navigate the Veridian Pass. He did it, and made the most profitable journey of his life. Half way through the pass he found a planet covered in entertainium one of the rarest elements in the galaxy. He loaded his ship to the brink of failure and returned to port. Now he held more credits than he ever seen. Blinded by joy he realized he had wondered off in the wrong direction. Looking around he couldn’t recognize this part of the market. The street he was on opened at a large square full of all kinds of life forms. Kizalacks with their fanged tentacles and the Gripkoffs with their leaking back boils. Jacob avoided most of the creatures as he moved closer to the podium. A large fat bellied Histonian stood beside a large metal crate.

“Next up we have a black market mystery box, the contents are said to be invaluable,” croaked the Histonian, “Let’s start the bidding at five hundred credits.”

Jacob was intrigued. He had heard of the mystery box auctions but until now he had never seen one. The bag of credits in his hand suddenly felt as heavy as the seven planets of Al-zurez.

“Do I hear five thousand?” said the auctioneer. Jacob raised his hand.

“I got five can I get six?” the Histonian said, “Six, do I have seven?”

Jacob looked to see who he was bidding against. A pair of humanoid Yunkai, with pale gray skin and long pointy ears stood solemn faced with their arms crossed in front of them. Jacob narrowed his eyes at them in return. “Ten thousand,” he said.

The two Yunkish men whispered and argued for a minute, “fifteen thousand.” They said in their smooth low tones.

Jacob weighed his bag of credits. A voice in the back of his head said let it go, but a louder voice said finish them! “Fifty thousand credits.” The beings in the crowd murmured, looking at him like he was crazy.

He watched as the bigger Yunkish man pushed his companion before leaving. Everyone gave the man a large birth as he strode away.

“Sold to the human,” said the Histonian as he brought down his gavel.

Jacob went around the podium to the payment counter.

“Fifty thousand credits, plus a thousand dollar delivery fee,” said the reptilian man behind the counter.

Stricken with sudden buyer’s remorse he felt guilty spending any more money, “Delivery fee? I can take care of it myself.”

The reptile fidgeted uncomfortably, “Are you sure? It’s pretty heavy.”

“Yes I’m sure,” Jacob said as he counted out fifty thousand credits, stacking them on the counter. When he was done Jacob went behind the counter and withdrew the magnetic trolley he had used to move the entertainium. Attaching one magnet to each corner then activating the leash the large metal box rose a foot into the air and hovered. “Well it was good doing business with you, and if we are done I am excited to return to my ship and see what I bought.” The sentence sounded funny to Jacob, he chuckled to himself as he turned and walked away.

Once he figured out how he got to the black market, it wasn’t hard to find his way out and back to his ship. He was the proud owner of a Night Wing 5000, albeit an old model but still one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. He tugged on the leash, dragging the box up the loading bay and into his ship’s hull. Once inside he closed the door. Jacob left the box in the hull while he went to set the autopilot. He wanted to make another run through the Veridian Pass so he set the coordinates for near the entrance.

His heart was racing, as he thought about what could be in the mystery box. Walking in a circle he inspected the container. It was four feet wide and five feet long engraved with symbols he couldn’t read. He retrieved a crow bar from the tool rack and began prying off the lid. With a pop and a hiss water vapor escaped the container, clouding Jacobs’s view, and hiding its contents. He waved his hand over the box trying to clear the air. When suddenly a hand reached out of the smoke and grabbed him by the wrist. Jacob screamed. He fell to the floor jerking his arm trying to break free of the iron like grip. He reached for his proton knife touching it with only his fingertips it was no use, it was out of reach.

He looked up as he felt the creature stand. Out of the fog rose the pale figure of a Yunkish woman. Jacobs jaw dropped. He knew who this was. It was princess Trinity. Her glowing blue eyes met Jacob’s hazel ones.

“What’s going on?” She said looking around the hull of his ship.

Jacob stuttered, struggling to put together a sentence.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked as she dropped his hand like she was scared she could catch whatever was wrong with him.

Jacob stood up, “You’re princess Trinity.” Everything made sense. He had interfered with a hostage exchange. “The Yunkish men I out bid were trying to buy you back.” He fell back to the ground his face in his hands.

“What? No, I ran away and I am never going back,” she said defiantly.

Jacob sat up straight, suddenly remembering the auto pilot. It’s going to look like I’m trying to escape with her. Terrified, he ran to the cockpit. A red flashing light indicated that he was being hailed by another ship.

“This is Xavier, Captain in the royal fleet, change course now and prepare to be boarded,” said a voice over the intercom.

With shaking hands Jacob tried to disengage the autopilot and change course.

“I won’t go back!” Trinity yelled as she grabbed the joysticks on either side of the captain’s chair and snapped them off. A red overhead strobe light began flashing in sync with a sharp alarm.

Jacob jumped to his feet, “What are you doing?”

“We are heading straight for the Veridian Pass, they won’t follow us there,” she said with a smile.

“You destroyed my ship. Do you really think we will survive the pass if I can’t steer?” he said.

A look of realization spread across her face, “Oh.”

“’Oh?’ Is that all you have to say for yourself?” said Jacob.

“You can fix it right?” she asked looking at the damage.

Jacob threw his arms up in exasperation, “I will do my best but most likely we’re going to die. Go down to the hull and bring up my tool bag. We don’t have much time.”

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