Spooker

Grass Eaters | 38 | Leadership

Eighth Fleet2 years, 10 months agoFleet Commander Raulur peered deeply into her own dark red eyes, reflected in the shimmering glass of the ship’s bridge windows. Her gaze was tired, almost like looking at a stranger’s. The occasional twinkle of far-off stars in the inky void of space seemed to only emphasize the d...

Grass Eaters | 37 | Our Fight

MFS Pesmod“Captain Pliont, are we going to be able to reach the system blink limit before they get in range to fire?” Grionc asked with some urgency.“I’m not sure,” his eyes darted to the radar, then back to Grionc. “We’re a diplomatic ship, not a racer. And the range that they fired those missiles at our...

Grass Eaters | 36 | Failure to Communicate

TRNS Mississippi“Znosians are firing their first salvo of missiles towards the Malgeir escorts,” Carla announced emotionlessly, her eyes glued to the tactical display.“How long until we can get in range?” Amelia asked, her finger still tightly gripping her armrest.“Way too long. They’ll have both expended a...

Grass Eaters | 35 | Worst Case Scenario

MFS Pesmod“Our new friends wouldn’t just ghost us without saying goodbye, right?” Speinfoent questioned, his eyes narrowing.“No. They’re very big on parties. Amelia said they were going to come over for one last ice cream delivery. Something could be wrong,” Grionc mused.“Maybe it’s a practical joke?”...

Grass Eaters | 34 | Full Responsibility

Outpost McMurdo“Activate automatic response procedure?” Bert asked, his eyes glued to his console while his fingers danced across the controls.“Do it. Sound general quarters. Update me when we have a solid lock—”“Gravidar’s got them. Six distinct signatures: all likely Znosian. Five Foragers and one Thump...

Grass Eaters | 33 | Ice Cream II

Malgeirgam, MalgeiruThe indoor waterfall cascaded down the wall of glass, sending a tranquil ‘shhhh’ throughout the room. The sparkle and shimmer of crystal water glistened in different shades as moonlight bounced off it through the skylights in waves.It was a perfect spot for Guinspiu to escape the galaxy outside,...

Grass Eaters | 32 | Ice Cream

Atlas, Luna“Where are we going now?” Speinfoent asked as he and Grionc were herded aboard a shuttle.This shuttle was clearly of a different make compared to the other Terran one they commuted to Luna on It boasted a paint job in a shade of black so deep it seemed to devour the light around it, making it a bit unner...

Grass Eaters | 31 | Outside the Box I (Censored)

Content CensoredThis chapter has been censored. The original chapter was written with explicit descriptions of sex. If you are comfortable with that, an uncensored version is posted alongside this one, and you can read that one instead.---Atlas, Luna“This… is the SGM-1248 Pigeon. A low-cost standard ship-to-ship mi...

Grass Eaters | 31 | Outside the Box I

18+ CONTENT WARNINGThis chapter contains explicit descriptions of sex. If you are uncomfortable with that, a censored version is posted alongside this one, and you can read that one instead.---Atlas, Luna“This… is the SGM-1248 Pigeon. A low-cost standard ship-to-ship missile first introduced to the Terran Navy in t...

Grass Eaters | 30 | Evitable

Atlas, LunaMission failed, the computer reported without emotion.You have improved upon your previous result, but you seemingly still fail to truly grasp the importance of your logistics supply train. You can also improve by reviewing the value of reconnaissance—Grionc gritted her teeth. “Keep your rude comments to...

Grass Eaters | 29 | Steakhouse III

MNS Seuvommae“Bah, red sixteen. Give me another card.”“You sure about that? Your token stack’s looking pretty thin,” cautioned the dealer, Baedarsust, also the ringleader of the motley crew. His day job as one of the four backup shuttle pilots of the Seuvommae meant that he had the most free time of the group...

Grass Eaters | 28 | Steakhouse II

Atlas, Luna“For your fourth course, would you like the Alaskan Halibut or the Diver Scallops?”“The what? And the what?” Quaullast squinted in utter confusion, as if trying to decode an alien language, which he supposed he was. He swiveled his head toward Frumers. “Was Soerru Steakhouse this complex and fancy ...

Grass Eaters | 27 | Steakhouse I

Atlas, LunaNiblui was about to slip into the luxurious, custom-installed Malgeir-friendly bathtub that the Terrans had put in her special guest quarters. She was already dreaming about the warm relaxation when her datapad buzzed, totally ruining her train of thought. Lightly sighing in frustration, she grabbed the devi...

Grass Eaters | 26 | Inevitable IV

Datsot (Simulated)Grionc spun on her rear paws, her eyes blazing as she confronted the Terrans. “What happened?” she demanded.Carla briskly stepped up to the holographic console, her voice commanding the simulation computer, “Show us the final results, computer.”The screen flickered, then displayed the somber r...

Grass Eaters | 25 | Inevitable III

Datsot (Simulated)“Firing now!”The simulation made the correct sounds for missiles being ejected out of their launchers towards the enemy, and Grionc almost felt the floor rumble beneath her walking paws.“Prepare for the second volley,” she commanded.“Enemy countermeasures are out now!”“Enemies are passin...

Grass Eaters | 24 | Inevitable II

Atlas, LunaBoth Speinfoent and Grionc stared at the holographic star map floating in front of them foretelling disaster, their eyes wide with disbelief.Grionc recovered first. Shaking off the initial shock, she found her voice. “What is the meaning of this? With Terran help, surely, we will do better.”Amelia met he...

Grass Eaters | 23 | Inevitable I

MFS Pesmod“Eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one,” Amelia counted out loud as Malgeir spacers filed into the sleek Terran shuttle in an orderly line. “Twenty-two. And full.”Holding out her arm like a bar, she halted the final two Malgeir crew members in the queue, offering them a sympathetic half-smile. “Don...

Chapter 18 Map

Grass Eaters | 22 | Passing the Test

MFS Pesmod“You’re always welcome on the bridge, High Fleet Commander,” Captain Pliont said, his eyes twinkling with a mix of respect and awe after she’d politely inquired about stepping onto his domain. “To be honest, it is an honor to have such a high-ranking officer and a war hero on board.”Grionc offered...

Grass Eaters | 21 | Military Industrial Complex

Olympus, MarsRaytech Corporation’s headquarters stood proudly on the Martian landscape as a testament to undying human hubris: a gigantic domed campus of breathable atmosphere surrounded by the red sands of the hostile planet. A colossal oasis that thumbed its nose at the unforgiving red desert.This slice of Terra di...

Grass Eaters | 20 | Blood

Atlas, Luna“This is impossible,” John declared, throwing his hands in the air.“No, wait. Wait,” Kara murmured, her eyes glued to the complex puzzle displayed on the screen before them. “Aha. I got it!”“No way,” John replied, rolling his eyes in disgust. “Fine, go ahead. I’m not going to figure it ou...

Grass Eaters | 19 | High Council

Malgeirgam, MalgeiruNiblui stepped into the bustling High Council reception area, instantly sensing an electrifying buzz in the air. Her designated receptionist practically flew down the grand staircase as soon as his eyes detected her presence.“Esteemed Ambassador Niblui, I’m so sorry I can’t get you into the ch...

World Building Notes

This is work in progress and redacted for some spoilers.

(Bonus) Missing in Action

“How could that possibly have happened?” Atluftrosh could scarcely believe his ears as he stared uncomfortably at the uniform of the fleetmaster. The crimson red on his collars accentuated his snow-white fur, and numerous parallel lines adorned his plain insignia.The enemy — the predator abominations — they use...

Grass Eaters | 18 | First Contact

MFS Pesmod“You are Grass Eaters.”“Hmmm… not quite,” the tall alien said with a somewhat-recognizable smirk, her words converted smoothly through their translator into a high-pitched voice with a Malgeirgam accent so pure it reminded Niblui of a female Federation Channel One reporter. Niblui knew people in pol...

Grass Eaters | 17 | Malfunction

MFS PesmodAmbassador Niblui jolted upright from her comfy bunk as the jarring clang of metal echoed through the ship’s corridors. The walls, though thin, muffled the urgent wailing of an alarm, but only just before a comical sequence of thuds silenced it, like someone wrestling with a stubborn piece of machinery.She ...

Grass Eaters | 16 | Coup

MNS OengroFleet Commander Grionc stared at the ships on the sensor screen and wondered how they got here.The corrupt Home Fleet had imprisoned Speinfoent, and now they had another warrant and were coming for her as well. The two boarding vessels off the starboard of the Oengro made that clear.Who did they think they we...

Grass Eaters | 15 | Alien Politics

Malgeiru (Simulated)(Medium fidelity simulation)“A completely hopeless situation for us, would you say?” Grionc asked with truly machine-like brevity.Fake Speinfoent replied, shaking his ears in the simulator’s best imitation of a Malgeir rejection, “Negative, Admiral, our ships are far more combat ready. Our c...

Grass Eaters | 14 | Outpost

Malgeirgam, MalgeiruThis job sucks. I was supposed to just collect prisoners and shake them down for credits, not be berated and personally threatened by the Home Fleet Commander himself for failing to obtain one measly autograph.“Look, just scratch your signature here and we’re done. You walk, just like that,” P...

Grass Eaters | 13 | Treason

Malgeirgam, MalgeiruThe massive spaceport dwarfed the suburban outskirts of the city with its impenetrable walls and towering spires. The air buzzed with the sound of engines revving; a steady drone that echoed off distant mountains on this brilliant night skyscape like thunder rolling across endless plains. Moving a f...