Creative Writing: Space Defense Offenders

“I hope you are a better listener when I explain what job I have for you.” He added. “It’s clear you are better than the rest of us, rich boy and all that. But, in here your life is in my hands. If I say the word, you’re dead. If I don’t say anything, you will sign your own death warrant sooner than later.”

“No! I want to find him myself. He was so stuck up and thought he was the best leader, but I proved him wrong! I provided meat, but he complained that I wasn’t helping him enough! I should have been chief from the start, but he had that stupid conch and everyone thought he was the best. He could have given the conch to me so I could have a chance but he decided to keep it for himself”

“Well, Admiral Davies came by earlier this morning and asked how hard it would get you cleared. I told

“We can’t just pretend that it never happened. Not only will this affect us, but everyone else as well.”

The second great war of the twentieth century had already been turning the world into a horrific mess of war crimes and atrocities for three years. Although the war was an absolute nightmare, this did not deter young Jack, whom ever since it had started in 1939 had been trying to join up the Royal Australian Air Force and fly with the best of them. Jack had those three long years to come of age and to study every book on aviation he could get his hands on. Jack had spent his entire life by the Snowy River, where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough. Now Jack was ready to depart, to leave his home behind and join up the RAAF to defend his country. Despite the fact that he was the youngest of all the cadets he never once quaked in

“He did what he had to do. It’s our job. Encountering danger is an occupational hazard.”

"I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Big things…Sir, I will find out. I only hope your reasoning is good enough for me to forgive you.”

“Everybody, halt!” Conrad shouted. “Chief Justice, as the ruler of this throne, I wish to speak to my father first. There must be some explanation behind all of this.”

“That’s part of what I was trying to find out as you walked up, sir.” Colonel Flat told him, they said they jumped in last night.

“No! No more Anders,” he seethed, “I know you want a second chance, but how many second chances can one person have? Seriously, Anders, you have been with us for nearly four years, and if I give you another second chance, it’ll be more like a 200th chance. I just do not see it happening. Most people do not get do-overs Anders, not in this line of work, and most certainly not in life.”

“That is not how I run my ship ma’am. If you wish to be on my ship, then that is one worry you and all crewmembers men and women can leave to me. The Lancer is not a brothel.”

"Tell them as little or as much as you would like. Very few people know what happened with Strausser and all but one of them will be remaining here."

“Dad, you need to get some sleep; it’s three o’clock in the morning and you have a flight to catch at eleven.” Honestly, he probably hasn’t left that chair all day. He was sitting there when I left this morning at seven. Here he is almost twenty hours later in the same exact spot. You can tell he’s exhausted by the look on his face and his body posture. He has dark bags under his eyes that make it look like he hasn’t slept in days and his back is slouched over his desk. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he passed out right then and there, face first into his keyboard. His dark black hair looks as if it was caught in a blender; his five o’clock shadow and grimy skin gave off the impression that he hadn’t showered in days. He starts to speak

“What?” Jensen snaps, still in a whisper. “And when did you plan on telling me this? How do you even know about it? You know how dangerous and stupid this is? How stupid you’re being by coming here

Upon hearing this, Chandler the Fair muttered, “I see.” He then asked her a question, in an inquisitive tone. “Is Magpie, the leader of your crew, aware that any of this even happened?”