Riga Laser Fire

 

 

 

Riga Laser Fire

The bright blue laser fire hit the back of Riga's small spaceship fighter. The laser fire came in at an angle of 25 and at a ratio of 3 to 1 to 5. This allowed it to pierce the triple defensive shields and fields. It disabled the drive and engines. Her ship went from being agile to drifting in space. It was a good shot. She gave them credit for that. All her screens and lights went blank. The life support went off and she couldn’t talk to anybody. Only the emergency back up system was online. It sent out an encrypted message before it ceased operating. No more laser fire came in. The enemy craft has gained a mobility kill. The question was what would happen next? Would they finish Riga or let her drift and die in space or come to capture her? She pressed the buttons and tapped the dark screen. It was all dead. Riga sent a prayer out to all that she believed in to get her out of this mess. Faint laser fire flashed to her right. Several white dots that were ships twisted and turned almost out of sight. She remembered the five kills she'd gotten this mission. They mattered little now in a dead ship with a useless pilot. This was war and battle had rules. A kill was a kill. She was out of the fight. What would happen next? Would she die alone in space or would they come get her and torture her to death? Oh my goodness!  If only my craft had stronger defensive shields!

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Riga Alfa Sport

 

Riga Alfa Sport

Riga had some savings. She bought a brown coloured sports car. It was Italian. It had to be from Italy. They built the best ones. Not the fastest or costliest but the best looking. And it had to be an Alfa. Riga drove her two seater up over the mountain roads. This car was sixty years old. Legend had it that Marlon Brando once owned it when he was here filming. Now Riga ascended a steep hillside road. The engine growled as she climbed in second gear. The wind blew her hair and her shades hid her eyes. The radio played Rammstein. It was good music for mountain setting along Italy's Adriatic coast. Everything here was dramatic. Riga was dramatic if small. The German heavy metal music was dramatic. The mountains were dramatic. The Alfa was dramatic. All dramatic in the right way. A small car with a little 2 litre petrol engine. How could this be so much fun? A simple 4 gear shift box and the most basic features. No seat belts or crash protection. But you wouldn’t crash this car, would you? Not the Alfa that Brando once drove. Riga loved this vehicle from first sight. She bought it and that was that. A car like this had to be driven over mountain roads. Not by the coast or in the city. Over those steep winding mountain roads. Especially an Alfa. Going up over the crest of the peak Riga was rewarded with such a view. A mile below was the distant see and numerous fishing villages. She pulled over and parked at a tiny layby. The sun was bright and sky a pure blue. This was perfect. How could it be not? If asked to describe beauty it was this, the feeling of now. This moment. Ownership of this time and her life. In a classic antique sports car once owned by Marlon Brando. The diminutive gal felt overwhelmed. Tears of joy came to her eyes. She blinked them away and tapped the wooden steering wheel. Yes, this was her moment. Few things equal this. In an Alfa a mile above the ground in sunny Italy by the Adriatic coast. If only my dad could see me now. Does he know how happy I am, right now? Time paused. Yet in reality the moment passed. Riga sighed and nodded. She started the car and slowly pulled onto the road. Later she decided, she would eat pizza. This was Italy…

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Riga Microwave!

 

 

Riga Microwave!

It was the same shit different day. Riga was stressed again. Tech support was hard. The reps were not physically there with the problem equipment. They had to ask questions and go off the caller's answers. Some callers were tech blind. They had issues describing the issue details! Today Riga wasn’t in the mood. It was call after call of TVs not turning on or dog chewed remotes or a VCR with a jammed tape. Riga had to be nice and polite to the callers. She didn’t want any DSATs. It hit her metrics and bonus pay out. One caller really annoyed Riga. Emily called in about her microwave oven. It sparked violently when she put a metal bowl in with a spoon. Why was this? Chinese made piece of junk! I want to reheat my porridge, it makes a buzzing noise smells of burning and sparks badly. Why is this? Come and fix it for me. Riga muted the call sighed and swore under her breath. Go over there and fix it? She was eight thousand miles away in Thailand! She composed herself and advised the caller to put the porridge in a plastic microwave safe bowl with no metal objects. Then there would be no issue. The caller argued and said her metal bowl was fine for the oven. Riga advised this is a microwave oven. Ma'am, both are different types of ovens. Metal bowls are no good for a microwave. It says this in the user's manual. Please be mindful of this. When you use a plastic microwave safe bowl there will be no issues. The caller went mad and called Riga stupid told her to fuck off and hung up the call. Riga sent TL Frisha a Teams message. TL replied and consoled Riga. It was all part of the job. Onto the next call. Poor little Riga.

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