I’m back with another snippet for this WEWRIWA (Weekend Writing Warriors) thing.
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This scene is from quite near the end, when things are starting to get messed up, and some brutal choices have to be made. Our pirates are desperately sailing to get a cargo of fuel for the Terraformer, because the colony’s dome is cracked and the atmosphere is leaking into space. The millions that live there are depending on the fuel so the dome can repair itself. Too bad the dragon doesn’t care about all that. It just wants one thing. It wants Miss Xing…
The hull was breached between two bulkheads, and Talwar was hanging onto the doorway, hacking with the falcon sword, water streaming past him. He couldn’t close the door because the dragon was most of the way inside, whipping around and gouging the hole bigger with its claws. A swing of his sword sent up a hiss of steam, fogging our visors.
I spotted Xing on the walkway above us, fingers curled around a balustrade, leaning out over the crashing water…
She looked. “Roger? Who’s steering the ship?”
“Nevermind that, just don’t do what I think you’re doing-”
“This is the only way.”
That’s it for this week’s eight. Looking forward to checking out what everyone else has posted!