Ficlets

Basil thought “Darn, why is it I always get stuck with the newbies? I just hope she doesn’t throw up in the cockpit.”. He reflected that he’d been selling spaceships, no, correct that, starships, for close to 300 years, and he always seemed to get stuck with first time buyers; buyers who couldn’t tell a top-of-the-line starship from an ordinary planet hopper.

Well, he reflected, at least this customer wasn’t quite so bad as the last one. This customer was vaguely humanoid in appearance, about 18 kleebecks in height, 2800 lumpas in weight, with bright red hair, and green eyes. She appeared to be female, or, at least, mostly so.

But, Basil’s only concern was whether she had the 8,597,521.529 Drumas needed to purchase this spectacularly fine starship. And, with that, Basil began to worry. After all, normal starship customers typically didn’t come running on board the ship in the middle of the night, shouting to take off immediately. With that, he began to wonder if this was really a customer, or a thief.