Conversations

These are small outakes from conversation between characters starring in my story project.
Enjoy!

”The meaning of a man is not decided for them. But we rather chose if we will take the steps necessary for survival.”

The man said as he walked across the room. At the far side a dark planet, could be seen in front of a red sun.
“And what the hell does that suppose to mean?!”
The man calmly took out an old book from one of the walls that were littered with antique items.
“That means, I am giving you a choice. The galaxy is on the brink of war. You can’t see it from here, but the signs are clear. The invasion of Fahdalin wasn’t just an invasion. It was a necessary step, a preemptive strike.”
The smuggler took a step forward, being slightly disturbed by the man before her.
“Against who?”
The man sat down on a chair. It's grey curved form fitted neatly into the surroundings.
“We do not know. The Calatah Overminds only remembers fragments. But trust my word; you will need my help, sooner or later. This conversation is over, make up your mind.”


The man turned around towards the hologram of the captain that had spoiled so many of his plans. Slowly looking at the alien textures of his enemy, the man slowly spoke.
“You have become a quite annoyance. I’m talking with you to make a deal. You can’t subdue the inevitable.”
“And what if I refuse? I’ve already beaten your troops.”
The captain was arrogant, a veteran from battles at the fringes of civilization. Yet the man had dealt with a lot worse. The man took a small book from a shelf, looking through it. He then put it back. The waiting made the captain nervous.
“You’re arrogant. I’m trying to make a truce here and you insult me. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
“I know you have some answers. That’s all I want. Why do you assault me? Why is the shrine so important?”
The captain frowned. The man sat down in a chair, behind him the dark orb of a planet could be seen orbiting a large yellow star.
“You might not know it, but we’re soon at war. I’m collecting every resource I can find. And that shrine holds the key for our survival. I won’t ask you again; will you work for me.”
The last words were a statement rather than a question. The captain seemed to think.
“Will my friends be safe?”
“This is no time for morals. I offer a mutually benefit deal. I can help you, but only if you let me.”


“You are starting to test my patience.”
The man rose from the chair and turned towards the captain. The alien was covered in dirt and blood.
“The swarms are invading the archives. I need your help!”
The man pointed towards the ragged image of the captain.
“You have sabotaged enough! I won’t send more help, for you to squander with!”
“What!? But the city! The people here?”
The captain was near frenzy, a panic stricken voice came from its lips.
“I trusted you to do the job. But the commander was right. You are nothing but a liability. I will get what I want. I always do.”


The smuggler activated the panel. She was met by the man that already stood up.
“The whole galaxy seems to be fighting over the shrine. Send me a platoon and I can secure it.”
The man made a weak gesture.
“You won’t be doing anything. I have put too much trust in you. I’m sending the elite force. And this time, I’ll oversee this myself.”
The man’s otherwise smooth voice was harsh. The smuggler became unsure, whatever she should tell the news or not.
“The captain has defeated our defenses.”
“The captain has become a liability. Find and neutralize him.”