Tuesday, March 21, 2017

100 Words a Day 1045

The sound of the chunk of metal hitting the ground was lost in the roar of takeoff. The cleaning crew assumed it was some detritus abandoned by a lazy space captain and simply grumbled as they tossed it into their trash bin. When the staff had left for the night, the irregularly-shaped mass unfolded beneath the pile of trash that had covered it. What rustled up from the garbage pile was a small, black, quadrupedal droid. Before pulling itself over the rim of garbage pit with spiked appendages, it turned its vicious head in a full circle, scanning the room.

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