Goliath Retold: The Galactic Interdiction
A Microfiction Alternate History, Maybe.
“Comm Center to Earth recon, report,” said the starship Admiral into the open microphone at the center of the conference table.
“Nationalist won’t engage in battle sir. Philistines are baiting them with their giant.”
“One of ours?” said a General.
“Affirmative. The DNA signal marker reads Goliath, one of our mercenary defectors.”
“I warned the council putting our reconnaissance forces on earth was a mistake,” said the Admiral.
The Expeditionary Council on Mars erupted into chaos as each one verbally blamed the other for the FUBAR Earth mission.
“Earth Recon to Comms, we have movement. A small man dragging a sword, equal to his weight, has entered the battlefield wearing a King's armor. Wait! He tossed the helmet, now the breastplate. It’s a young boy sir, forty-five kilos. Advise.”
“Why are the Nationalists sending a boy to face one of our AWOL intergalactic warriors?” said a council member, "Goliath is recorded at two hundred and seventy-two kilos. We cannot have an intergalactic mercenary slaying humans."
“Earth to comms, the boy has dropped the sword and is picking up stones. He’s loading a leather slingshot. Goliath is laughing. Advise. Over.”
“We cannot intervene any further on Earth, General,” said the Admiral, “The Intergalactic Council will have our heads when they discover your ground soldiers defected.”
The General ignored the Admiral and spoke into the microphone, “Do you have a sniper shot Earth recon?”
“Yes sir, Laser target acquired. The boy is windmilling to sling his stones now.”
“Take the shot, Sergeant. Terminate Goliath. That’s an order,” said the General.
Static buzzed through the speaker.
“Target down Sir. Head shot. Nationalist are celebrating the boy and engaging.”
The General lowered his giant head until his chin touched his chest, mourning the loss of his brother Goliath.
“Earth to comms. Are we still a go for our final interdiction?”
“Affirmative Sergeant. Retrieve Goliath's body and evacuate ASAP and shuttle to Greece. Your final interdiction target is Cyclops. Take that AWOL son of a bitch out and get the hell off of Earth.” The General said.
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Comments (9)
What a cool story!
Excellent!!! Way to immerse yourself into the language of intergalactic battalions. Really enjoyed this. Great work as always, Scott!
Very creative :) I like the way it explains so much about our myths and legends. Very well thought out!
Goliath is laughing! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I loved what you did here! So creative!
That would indeed seem like divine intervention. "Gods & Lazers", the sequel to "Cowboys & Aliens".
Now that was clever! I liked how you tied the myth together with a Martian fleet.
This is right up my alley. I love these twists on classics
I really like what you did with this! Creatively imagined and skillfully written!
Rilliant!!! Impressively & creatively written!!! Fabulous read!!!❤️❤️💕