Wednesday Extra: Grognar vs. Flarnor
Grognar wasn’t happy. “Look,” he pleaded with his superior as his ship descended towards the planet’s atmosphere, “Can’t we just vaporize the poor sods and be done with it? They won’t even know!”
“We’ve been over this,” Captain Flarnor said. “They’ve got atomics. They’ve got bio. We blow them up and the whole sector could be contaminated for who knows how long. Also they’ve got rare species no one else has.”
“Like what?” Grognar grumbled as he powered up the troop transport beams.
Flarnor pointed a tentacle at a viewscreen, where a hapless little black and white figure flopped about in the snow and then fell over squawking into the icy water next to it. “Recon says the locals call it a penwing.”
“Huh,” Grognar said as he watched the beams deposit zargon after zargon of soldiers onto the planet below. “Well, I still say we should’ve vaporized them. But I’m just a landing officer, what do I know.”
He continued grumbling as the invasion wore on. No one listened to him. No one ever did.
This story was written for the GWC24 Writing Competition hosted by
, for which the application prompt was to write an argument. I didn’t make it in unfortunately, but even so, here’s my response anyway. Enjoy!