It’s going to be a quick sci-fi scene for this entry because it’s getting late and I’ve been writing code all day and can’t shoot any more pixels into my eyes because in a few hours I wake up and do it all again. I spent about 12 hours at work today writing Python code that does cool stuff. I think it’s cool. At the end of my life there’s a good chance I won’t wish I’d written MORE Python code. In fact there’s a good chance in general I won’t be saying “I wish I’d worked more.” I’m not sure where’s it all going but it’s definitely hhooooooooookay let’s get to the sci-fi that’s why we’re all here. It’ll be your standard space battle WITH A TWIST! Which I have yet to imagine. But that’s why when Venermer McClalliston veered sharply to the right his Grunt fighter shook with the sustained pressure of laser blasts and blast shields.

“I’M ON IT!” HE SCREAMED wordlessly. The wordless words screamed out of him anyway. That always happened in these war zones. Let’s get to the action please.

A trailing Bramble fighter shrieked behind him, hot on his ass like a nume on the hunt. It fired its rapid-concussion missiles faster than the eye could follow, but uhhhhh what’s his name. What’s our guy’s name? Great we forgot our main character’s name. Okay well he kept veering to the right, performing a powerful maneuver known as the Killer’s Clutch and pulled out of it on top of the Bramble fighter. He unleashed a salvo of awesome laser blasts that disintegrated its target in a spectacular eXPLoSioN!

“What’s next?!” our hero chanted amidst the red war cries that were piling up on the comm chatter. Comm chatter kept the group alive. If you hear someone alive, that means you’re alive, and vice versa. PSYYYYYYYCHOLOGY.

The sun was sinking behind the water. The planet of Brear was all water and had sparse islands dotting it like stars in the night sky. Didn’t look like much from above but these islands contained reactor power. What’s that? It’s exactly what it sounds like: reactor power. One of the most sought-after elements in the galaxy. Brear was often the site of spectacular conflicts and WHO CARES let’s get back to the action.

OUR MAIN CHARACTER whooped in glee and fired an array of lasers off into the sunlight. All the shots struck the target and another Bramble fighter blew apart in the sun’s fading energy. How many were left? NOT SURE but let’s find another one.

He found one. It was coming in at him full speed, guns a-screamin’ like its pilot. The Screamers loved their Brambles and it was one reason they were so fearsome. Loud speakers were attached to the outside of all the Bramble fighters and they amplified their pilots’ unceasing shrieks. The amplification of the sounds penetrated the psyches of even the most hardened Grunt pilots. The only strategy was to take them down and take them down fast!

“Well get to it!” hollered Our Main Character whose nickname was MRMRM. Lucky he had a nickname because it was often used as a backup in case his main name failed, which it did.

Brear’s turbulent waters rumbled and out burst a sea dragon, all blue and gold and gray scales and rage. It bellowed its infernal glee into the atmosphere and took out an entire squadron of screaming Brambles. The dragon was on no one’s side but secretly enjoyed the hunt. It was not a secret anymore because it was out. Out in the open and flailing into the air.

With a loud splash, the sea dragon returned to its watery home, wreckage and smoke following it down down down.