Every so often, Steirdrar dreamed of Prius. The dream started the same every time — receiving the assignment of analyzing and improving the planet's subpar defenses. Apparently, after years and years of fixing the results of enemy sabotage, whoever was in charge had finally gotten tired of the planet and its factories being so vulnerable.
Tag: Flash Fiction Month 2026
FFM 2026 2: A hot insult to injury
Beyari stared at the rubble leaning against her visor. Judging from the dents pressing against her scalp, she was probably overdue an upgrade to a sturdier helmet. Once she had concluded that she had not been injured in the explosion (or the subsequent partial collapse of the building), she started to push herself up. "Well," she paused until the sound of rubble falling off her no longer echoed in the room, "that did not go according to plan."
FFM 2026 1: Homesick
Steirdrar took a deep breath, held it in for three beats, then let it out. Again. And again. And again. And again. It did not help.
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