Whitey’s Gift

December 25, 3491 Whitey was a wreck. Born a thousand years earlier on a planet a thousand light years away, the ancient freighter had made a thousand long forgotten runs for hundreds of years, no doubt providing a living for long forgotten crews. Somewhere in its dim history something had happened, and the ship had…

Ghost of Christmas Last

Wednesday, December 25, 2390 Martian Date: Tudec 25, 181 “Gotta bio, Sarge!” Hagan called out, snapping everyone’s attention to him instantly. Fear that death could still reach them, especially now, so close to the end, was a constant companion. “Where?” Sargeant Portyansky hollered back. His platoon of forty marines were the last living souls remaining…