Friday Flash Fiction 3: Fighter Bombers
My first attempt at Ecliptic Rift’s Flash Fiction.
“This…” the Gallentean Fighter pilot dropped his spoon into the rehydrated sludge they were fed for dinner and began rummaging in his pocket, “Is what I want to fly…” He pulled out a sheet of paper that looked like it’d been folded a few too many times and laid it flat on the steel table.
His fellow pilot, an Amarrian, seemed to lament over his own over-rehydrated meal before sliding his tray aside and leaning forward to inspect the leaflet.
“A… Cyclops?” The Amarrian looked quizzically at the Gallentean. “Oh, the Fighter Bomber?!”
The Gallentean grinned. “I heard some of the podders talking about something called a Malleus… So after a bit of research I found this, the Cyclops, on the CreoDron database.” He gazed dreamily at the stylised image of the bomber, criss-crossed by faded, fold lines.
The Amarrian laughed and pulled the leaflet around so he could read it. “Says here that they’re specially designed to blow up…” He paused to read on a little more “Big things.”
The Gallentean nodded enthusiastically.
“And that they can only be carried by Supercarriers. Do you know a Supercarrier pilot?”
The Gallentean snatched back the leaflet “That’s not the point!”
“We’re employees of this Corporation and we fly what they tell us to… What’s wrong with your Firbolg?” The Amarrian shook his head and chuckled under his breath.
“Don’t patronise me! I’ve been flying that thing for a year, I don’t want to be stuck in it for the rest of my life.”
“If you say so,” the Amarrian rolled his eyes and slid his dinner tray back infront of him, “I doubt most Nyx pilots would consider a year of flying a Firbolg as necessary experience though…”
The Gallentean stabbed his food with his spoon. “Sometimes you can be a real jackass.”
A Vasty Nothingness 