Hello again, and welcome to Part 7 of my ongoing double drabble serial, Freefall. With only two hundred words to work with at a time it’s taking a while to get going, but with the plans I have for future episodes the wait will hopefully be worth it. If not I’ll just become a monk and retreat from public life or something.
Parts 1-6 are available on my Short Stories page if you need to catch up. Feedback is always appreciated on these little stories of mine. If you have any thoughts, you can leave a comment on this post or head over to the Contact page which offers a few different ways of getting in touch.
“He’s landed on the other side, there’s no way we can rescue him without significant resources.”
“Let me guess, resources we don’t have?”
“Exactly. We’re pushing our upper limits as it is. If we were to throw in a rescue attempt behind enemy lines, we’d be setting ourselves up for a massive fall.”
“So what can we do?”
“Not much. Not from here at least.”
“Is that it then? He’s on his own?”
“No, I’m not saying that at all. There is a chance we can reach him, but you’re not going to like what I have to say.”
“We call in Ogrun.”
“You’re right. I don’t like it. But… it seems that we have no other choice. Put the call out.”
“I’ll do it right now. Do you think he’ll be able to keep Kohra off his back long enough?”
“He’s a professional, he knows what he’s doing. Even so, the sooner Ogrun gets here, the better. He’s just one man after all. With a battle cruiser at your enemy’s disposal it’s only a matter of time before your luck runs out.”
“Ogrun should even the odds, I would imagine.”
“Agreed. Let’s hope she gets our message.”