I'm suddenly in a drabble-kinda mood. The random stuff that's suddenly popped into my head won't fit anywhere else. None of them are related unless i make mention otherwise. This is the kind of stuff that comes out of my head late at night.


I Win

Death. Destruction. That's what was in this carrier now. And he was the one who had caused it all.

His dark hair fluttered in the wind as he stood on the deck of the grounded ship. It had been a good day. A very good day.

He had not fought so hard in any of his battles as he had been fighting in the past month. And this time—he had won!

He stood there recalling the past month with a little pride, a grin crossing his face. He had spent much of the past four-plus weeks doing a recon, preparing for the final battle. He sought out their strengths and weaknesses; the times when they were most active, when they were least active. Oh, yes. He would figure them out. He would lay out the traps and then—snap!—he would have them and they would die.

All of them...

They may have known every nook and cranny of this ship—but so did he... As a matter of fact, he knew her every nook and cranny better than any of them.

Every room was a mess; their rooms; the bridge; the hangar. But that didn't matter. He could fix her up and use her again. That was no problem. She would fly.

But at least...they were gone.

Gone from his life. He was finally rid of those thorns in his side. And he felt good.

Yes, he had destroyed every last one of them. They were dead. Gone for good. They had had little chance against him.

He had come out victorious this day.

Yes, he was the victor.

Yes, he, Stork, had eliminated every last cockroach that had been scurrying around his precious Condor for the past thirty days.

Today was a very good day, indeed.

fin

Bet ya didn't see that coming. Stork would say I have mindworms.