riga stories

 

Riga Star Write

There was a distant planet with an old air base. It was here the ships flew from. Ships like Riga's. Normally they used as shuttles. In an emergency they could do air defense. Defending the world against enemy alien craft who wanted to enslave and conqueror. To abduct select members of the population. To experiment on them. To steal the world for its natural resources. It had been one hell of a fight. Touch and go whether the aliens would win. Thousands of ships had been destroyed and crew killed. Such was the power of enemy alien firepower. Was this why Riga's ship was one of the few left in existence? Memories of a distant planet. Now left to nature. Once the fate of the Galaxy hung on this world. That time passed. Riga viewed old video files. What happened once could again. She would be ready to fight. Her disc would be needed. Humans weren't the only ones who did conflict. It was the manner of all things. She sighed. Conflict. Like the birth of the universe. Followed by its death. Like a new offspring and its eventual death. Written in the stars. Forever to be repeated.

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Riga Places

Riga flew to a mauve coloured moon. It was this colour for a reason. It was once green. The aliens had painted it! One alien was in love before. The opposite alien he loved left him. So he got his race to paint the moon. Both alien lovers had frequented the moon. The lover liked the mauve colour. It upset the jilted one. He still lived there. The aliens organized a committee. They agreed to pain the moon green. This would allow the jilted alien to move on. As his mauve moon loving ex hated green. Riga visited to see the moon. She'd seen photos and scans of the mauve one. It looked mighty fine. How would the green one look? It wasn't small like regular moons. This was as big as a planet. She hovered her flying saucer over it. Not a trace of mauve remained. Green was everywhere. A deep bottle green on the poles. The middle was lime green. Mixed in were bits of khaki. Even the brush strokes were visible. Riga smiled. All this to move on from an ex-lover. She simply went full no contact. Ask her ex! Each to their own. 

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