Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. It’s time for another thrilling episode of From Mars, With Love! Many of you have kindly poked me about returning to this story, and I’m happy to oblige. Writing this m/m space opera makes me unreasonably giddy and I hope some of that writerly glee spills over onto the reader. When we last left our hero, Eli, he was in a status pod being prepared to be shipped to Titan by the slavers who captured him. An asteroider (altered human with mechanical parts) and crab (floating security robot) discovered something strange about a ring on Eli’s pinkie.
“Eli, son of Serene, it appears your dear mother’s trinket is an alien. A dead alien though, so there should be no harm in removing it.”
“Finally!” the crab zoomed closer again. “Let me do it.”
“What’s it worth to you?” the asteroider asked. The two bickered over what a bit of torture might cost the security bot operator and the potential risks to the asteroider’s position as head researcher. Eli attempted to meditate on far away, pleasant thoughts like . . . like . . . he had nothing.
An ear-splitting siren went off, accompanied by flashing red lights.
“Oh, for Criton’s sake, now what?” the asteroider complained.
A loudspeaker provided the answer; “Marine Patrol, prepare for evasive protocol.”
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