A Little Short For An Alien
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Six inter-galactic short stories from author, Frances Pauli.
From The Fobidden Zone to the Alien-Human relations department, these short, alien-infested romps explore encounters with a diversity of imagined species, scenarios, and space disasters.
Join Dylan Lowwater, lackluster employee at Space Station H22-J231, Jo Lorey, wayward musician desperate to communicate with a threatened race, and Lieutenant Commander Roe, just plain desperate, as they struggle against out-of-this-world obstacles.
In a universe overflowing with tentacles and glow gin, sometimes adventure is easier to find than a date.
Includes the following stories:
Braided
Sector Seven
Escape from Damas Prime
A Brief Interruption
Tri-copier 6000XT
Alien Embrace
Frances Pauli
Frances Pauli is a hybrid author of over twenty novels. She favors speculative fiction, romance, and anthropomorphic fiction and is not a fan of genre boxes. Frances lives in Washington state with her family, four dogs, two cats and a variety of tarantulas.
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A Little Short For An Alien - Frances Pauli
A Little Short for an Alien
collected stories
Frances Pauli
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
A Little Short for an Alien copyright © 2012 Frances Pauli
Smashwords Edition
All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.
Requests to use the material will be considered and may be directed to:
Frances Pauli at: author@francespauli.com
Published by Gastropod Press
Table of Contents:
Braided
Escape from Damas Prime
Sector Seven
A Brief Interruption
Tri-copier 6000XT
Alien Embrace
Braided
First time in print
Lieutenant Commander Roe leaned his head back against the door to his quarters and pretended not to be in a compromising position. The mechanism buzzed angrily, chewing on the long braid it held captive. He propped one elbow against the frame, struck a natural pose, and nodded at the two low-ranking crew members passing in the hall.
Ensigns.
Sir.
The nearest flicked him a sharp salute. Not necessary, and humiliating considering his current circumstances, but polite just the same.
As soon as their uniforms vanished around the next corner, Roe lifted his wrist comm. and snarled into it. Brax, where the hell are you?
On my way.
The Vorailen huffed his response, was probably running through the halls. Had to get tools.
Just hurry.
Roe reached behind his shoulder and grasped the offending braid. He tugged. He twisted, and all he earned for his efforts was a headache. Damned automatic doors anyway. The remainder of his hair swirled and thumped against his back, each braid heavy enough to leave a bruise if he kept at it. Roe cursed and abandoned his efforts at winning free. Brax should be here any second, should have been here five minutes ago. He went back to posing.
Hello Commander.
The sultry voice burbled through a set of perfect, Pescine lips. Roe knew that voice, and his elbow shot back into position as he turned to face its owner. Cool. Be cool, Roe. Prop the elbow in front of your little indiscretion.
Commander Diela, good afternoon.
Her gill slits vibrated slightly, and her watery eyes widened at him. The weapons officer ran one delicious, long-fingered hand over her mottled scalp. The colors reminded him of sunsets on his home world—all blue and lavender. She had to have at least eight digits on each hand, but Roe had never managed to get close enough to count them.
Are you on duty, Commander?
Not for a few hours.
His elbow slid a few inches, and he repositioned and cleared his throat. Is there something I can do for you?
Lasers.
Excuse me?
Help me convince them that we still need to train the cadets on lasers.
She sighed, and her gills ruffled again. Roe’s elbow slipped another fraction down the door frame. They don’t know maintenance. They don’t know repairs. They don’t know one end of the damned things from the other. Someone’s going to get killed down there.
Have you filed a report?
She gave him a look. The eyes again. Roe readjusted his pose and nodded. Right. Stupid question. Sorry.
They don’t care. Lasers are yesterday’s weapon.
So why do you care?
Because if their fancy new guns fail, I believe in having a backup plan.
I suppose there’s a certain nostalgia about them as well.
Roe liked lasers. You could trust a tried and true weapon. He liked the way Diela’s eyes lit up when he said nostalgia
even more.
I knew you’d understand.
The way she said it, the way she stepped forward, had him leaning out to meet her. He didn’t make it four inches before the tug reminded him his hair was stuck in the door. Damn rotten timing.
You’re a bit like a laser yourself, aren’t you?
Roe let the rush of hormones get the best of him. He wiggled his head, ignored the tugging from the trapped braid, and pulled out his favorite, seductive tone, Is that because I’m hot and dangerous?
Almost.
Diela moved closer. He could just feel the gill flutter. It’s because you’re a little out of date,
she reached with one many-fingered hand and plucked a braid from behind his back. Thankfully, it wasn’t the trapped one. She ran several digits along the weave and stretched her eyes wide. But still very nice to have around.
He might have been offended had she not been stroking his out-dated
hair while she said it. As it was, he only managed to imagine what else she could do with all those fingers. He swallowed, breathed. So, how about I’m nice to have around for drinks later?
Deila dropped the braid. Too far. He could see it in her eyes. Still, she didn’t back away either. Roe, I’d like to. I would.
But?
Have you heard any more about the promotion?
Yeah.
He stiffened. They want me to cut my hair.
Oh.
You too?
No.
She stepped back now, looked up and down the hallway, at her feet, everywhere but at him. I like your hair. It’s just…
Just what?
A polydactyl’s gotta have her standards, Roe.
Standards?
Now he managed offense. He might be classified as a hippy, but he didn’t count as galaxy trash by a long shot.
That sounds bad. I only meant, you know, on board we like to date up the ladder.
I see.
I was really hoping you’d get that promotion.
Nice.
He sounded petulant, but she deserved it. Well, you know how it is when you’re out-dated.
I’m sorry.
Don’t be.
Roe.
Hey, there’s Brax. I’ll see you around, Deila.
Okay.
She shuffled away, brushing past his reptilian best friend without looking back. Or apologizing, but then, Brax was only a Lieutenant.
Brax didn’t notice. He waddled as fast as his stout legs could flap and skidded to a bumbling stop in front of Roe’s door. His green face had flushed purple at the edges, and his chest and throat puffed with each exhausted breath. Loyal, that was Brax. His stubby digits clutched a box of tools to boot. Brax could be counted on no matter what.
Thank God you made it.
Brax rolled his bulbous eyes over the scene and deflated with a whoosh of exhaled tension. Your hair’s caught in the door again, isn’t it?
Loyal didn’t omit the need to be a wise ass, apparently.
Just get it free, Brax.
You know,
The box clicked open, and his buddy went to work despite the ribbing. Next time you could just use that knife in your belt and…
Forget it.
Right.
He popped the access panel and jammed a tweaker into the door controls. Get ready.
The door released its hold, and Roe stumbled into the hall. Man, I hate that thing.
Brax sighed and stuffed the tools back