Babylon Croix has to break into the Black Hole, the galaxy’s most dangerous prison, in order to find someone vital for his plans. The prison fries any circuits that come near it, is filled with the galaxy’s most violent and desperate scum, and has many secrets hidden in its darkest depths.
Babylon Croix stripped his shirt off and started pulling on a dingy pair of coveralls. The shirt, his red trousers, and his shiny black boots were all tossed into a closet which Mai created in the corsehip’s malleable hull.
“Once I’m inside, it’ll take me a few days to find my contact,” Croix said as he zipped up the coveralls. “After that it’s anyone’s guess how long it’ll take us to get where we can be picked up.”
Lottie paced back and forth, nervously tapping her metallic hand with her flesh-and-bone hand. “You sure you don’t need help? You probably need some help. This seems like just the time for a plucky sidekick to…”
“Absolutely not,” Croix said as he carefully lifted a metal box out of the recess in Mai’s hull. “The Hole would fry your prosthetics before you got close. You two are staying with Mai.”
Drone’s mandibles clacked against each other as he vigorously shook his head. “Every time I think you can’t get any crazier, you prove me wrong. How in the stars are you going to even getting into that place?”
Babylon smirked as he lifted several glass vials out of the box. Their contents writhed and twisted in the murky fluids they were suspended in. “With these little guys.”
Even before J J Abrams showed off the new fancy-shmancy Episode VII X-Wing in his recent Force For Change video, that most badass of starfighters has been increasingly on my mind.
Yes, I know, the Millennium Falcon / YT-1300 pushes most people’s buttons, and there are some Star Wars hipsters who are all “You’ve probably never heard of a TIE Defender”, but forget all that. We’re here to talk about the greatest, the most gallant, the most goddamn versatile Swiss Army starfighter in the history of Star Wars.
This is the ship that killed not one, but two Death Stars. This is the sword that slew the Empire. This was the chosen weapon of the most badass of fighter groups, the fabled Rogue Squadron. Luke Skywalker’s personal weapon of choice, only barely behind his lightsaber.
You could burn it, bury it, or try to replace it with something shinier or faster or tougher, but you cannot stop the X-Wing.
A guy is taking his girlfriend to prom. He waits in the ticket line for a really long time but gets them. He goes to rent a limo. The rental line is really long but he eventually does it. He goes to buy her flowers. The line at the florist is really long but eventually he gets the flowers. At prom, she asks him to go get punch. He goes to the refreshment table and there’s no punchline.
you’ve got to be kidding me
I am in physical pain
My wife just kicked me and may be in the process of changing the locks.
Two days and 3700 words later: my latest Babylon Croix entry is done. This is my pulp scifi serial that’s basically “Idris Elba In Space” - Croix was a galaxy-hopping adventurer who screwed up more stuff than he fixed in his youth. Now he’s back after a decades-long exile to right the wrongs from his past.
Part 5 goes live tomorrow, and here’s a snippet:
“Hello?” he whispered. “Anyone home?”
There was nothing. Then the air stirred, and Babylon heard his own voice repeated back to him.
“Hello?” it asked, this time in a mocking tone. “Anyone home?”
Babylon covered his mouth with his hand, thinking fast. He remembered spacer legends of soulstealers that could take your voice and leave you a corpse, or parasitic nanites that analyzed your breath and then reformed themselves into your duplicate before killing you and taking your place. He racked his brain, trying to remember the telltales signs and warnings that ancient warp jockeys passed around the saloons late at night.
“Come now, it’s bloody boring down here, and the least you can do is share a bit of company with an old spider like me,” said the not-Babylon voice on the other side of the door.
Babylon grinned. He knew who this was.