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Prompt
Today’s Maynia Prompt: storm
Today’s Daily Freewrite Prompt: deplete
Writers can choose to use one of the prompts, both the prompts or not use the prompt at all. It is all up to you!
I wish to make this into a sci-fi novel. Let’s see how it progresses! 😊
The Galactic Interceptors - Day 1
The incessant plummeting water droplets from a weird anomaly in the planet’s atmosphere was interfering with the Chirlo’s tracker. The entire phenomenon started just as the Chirlo law enforcers stepped out of their worm-hole hopper. The hitherto dry crust of the planet was hissing as it came in contact with the slimy, textureless, colourless and odourless liquid. But the Chirlos had something far more critical worrying them.
“We are ahead of Zarqui. His next worm-hole hop should bring him to the next planet,” the commander bellowed, “we will be ready for him.”
“That’s as close to him as we’ve got in the last eighty galactic hops,” Savri said as her Chirloian hair was soaking in the liquid pouring from the atmosphere.
“How many hops do we have left?” The commander was pacing back and forth, betraying his feelings camouflaged under his calm countenance and demeanour.
“Three,” Savri replied.
“Hmm. One to take us to the next planet and two to get us back to Chirlo. That should work.”
“Commander, this liquid is interfering with the tracker. I am afraid that Zarqui’s hop may remain suppressed from our notice.”
“What is the chemical nature of the liquid?”
“It has two atoms of Hydrogen and one atom of Oxygen, a rare gas. This planet seems to have a lot of it,” Savri revealed. “The liquid, strangely, is not acidic at all.”
“Enfold the tracker in the silicon shield. That should hold out the liquid.”
“Yes, commander.” Savri proceeded back to the hopper.
“Zarqui, you will pay for what you did to my brother,” the commander whispered to no one in particular, “justice will be served without mercy.”
In the meantime, Savri noticed that their available hop count had reduced by one. Something in the atmosphere was sapping the hopper’s energy.
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