Welcome to Port Nowhere

Posted: April 4, 2014 by writingsprint in Dubrillion Burning, Science fiction
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They dropped out of hyperspace intostarship deep space, about two days’ flight from Ashalon. Raffa blinked away the blur of streaming light as it changed to black, and the stars resolved themselves into pinpricks of light again. Raffa smiled. Hyperspace was fast, but he would take real space any day of the week. His keen eyes picked out their destination at once: a gray, somewhat rectangular speck at about one o’clock from their nose.

Corso sat down in the copilot’s chair. Risha was back in the engine room, and Bowdaar was fixing armor in the ship’s hold. He checked the ship’s sensors. “I read about a dozen other ships docked there now,” he said. “Nobody else inbound but us.”

“Works for me,” Raffa said. “Do me a favor and listen for com traffic. Just see if anybody’s talking besides us.”

“Got it.” Corso put an earpiece on and started shifting frequencies.

Raffa kept their speed slow. He hailed their destination. “Port Nowhere, this is Whiskey Comet, inbound. Do you have any room us there tonight?”

The operator sounded like she was smiling. “Whiskey Comet, you know there is always room for you at Port Nowhere. Welcome back.”

“Is that you, Beryl? How’s business?”

“Booming. We finally got the number three jump engine fixed and there were a lot of shady captains who were just waiting for a place to meet their friends.”

“I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“You? Of course not. Why don’t you… take your favorite bay, up by the ship’s nose? Looks open.”

“That sounds good, Beryl. I’ve got some friends I’m meeting, but I’ll buy you a drink and we’ll catch up.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Raffa muted the com channel. “What’s the word out there?” he asked Corso.

“A few wheeler-dealers making calls. One guy pissed about a deal that went bad, posting a bounty.”

“Anything about us?”



The old dreadnought was beginning to loom in the cockpit window. Raffa checked the other ships as they came in, looking to see if he could spot Jeana’s or Cartog’s. Neither of them was on this side. No matter. They’d get here when they got here. They were nearly at the nose bay. It was Raffa’s favorite on this ship because it gave them a faster getaway if they had trouble. No interference from the Port’s engine wash.

Raffa brought the ship in nice and easy. The ship bumped. Docking clamps clanked, and they heard the hiss of compressed air as the lock pressurized. Entry lights turned from red to green.

“Dock is secure. See you later for that drink,” Beryl said.

“Roger that, Beryl. We’re out,” Raffa said. He closed the channel. He looked at Corso. “Let’s get started.”

The four of them met in the ship’s main lounge. Raffa came in wearing his long coat. Risha wasn’t surprised, but Corso and Bowdaar stood straighter when they saw it. Port Nowhere was climate controlled, and generally warm. There were two reasons to wear a long coat here: to look good, or to hide weapons. His twin blaster pistols were on his belt, but he had other surprises too.

“Bowdaar, you’re with me and Risha. You’re our muscle in case there’s a problem. Corso, you’re copilot, so you stay with the ship for now. Nobody comes on board without us.”

“Got it, cap’n.”

Bowdaar growled his assent. He wore wrist guns and carried a decorated Gamorrean battle axe.

Risha was dressed in a stylish but rugged duraweave jumpsuit. If Raffa was the talent, and Bowdaar was the muscle, Risha was the brains. They all knew it and Risha looked the part. Her preferred weapon, a sniper rifle, wouldn’t do her any good in the close quarters of Port Nowhere. She had a pistol with laser sight on her right hip and a collapsible stun baton up her sleeve. “Shall we?” she asked.

Picture credit: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=6&t=26370

  1. A.D. Everard says:

    Are you interested in typos? You’ve got “What the word out there?” Presumably “What’s”.

    I liked the docking, the clamps clanking and the hissing of compressed air. 🙂


  2. It’s all good. Every post I do generally has two or three edits after they’re published to fix typos I didn’t catch the first time.

    Thanks on the detail 🙂 . Lately when I go through a scene I’ve been trying to add at least one small detail, physical or emotional, at any given step, to make sure the reader is experiencing more than just the action. I want them to feel like they’re there.


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