"Small" writing challenges for my small writing talent. Hotel note pads are the only space allowed. Let's see if I can strip it down and tighten it up to learn something. Improving my skill of weird fiction.
Cheers filled the arena. The starting cannon fired. Astute viewers remained quiet and watched. The first points scored in this fight came from Hyades, a fourth generation entertainment professional. Small flames emanated from each pod’s thrusters while they maneuvered and adjusted positions, yet, Hyades’s opponent did little more than aimlessly fire his floating spheres and miss. Hyades scored direct hits with his plasma rifle – requiring more thrust for its recoil. The crowd cheered his direct hits and skillful pod orbiting, while booing Dr. Bell’s lackluster show.
Dr. Bell, a sporting physicist, calculated everything. He only used his attitude thrusters to keep a general position and took the occasional shot of opportunity with his sphere generators. His own battle pod appeared barely in control since Hyades’s hits pushed it around in zero gravity; a kinetic energy transference Dr. Bell learned when he was six years old. He used every exploding sphere in purposeful ways, forcing Hyades to work harder. How far would Hyades go to keep his pod aimed true and orbiting in difficult to target paths? His attitude thrusters glowed red hot. Dr. Bell shook his head and wished for a day when he would have opportunity to face a thinking foe.
Hyades landed perfect shots when he could take them. Dr. Bell’s nearby exploding spheres drove overcompensation of attitude and reduced how often he could take that perfect shot. Each concussion wave torqued his pod around in different directions. However strong his high GeForce orbiting technique, Hyades sweated profusely with the workload. A yellow light illuminated – fuel.
Dr. Bell coolly smiled when he saw thruster flames extinguish. Hyades’s orbit path suddenly cut a straight line right into the projected Tomazzo Nutballs advertisement on the arena cube wall – designed to reduce impact force, and bouncing him back across the cubic kilometer arena space. Crowds gasped from seats behind protective screens. The astute spectators, who paid attention and saw the doctor’s plan early on, clapped and cheered. Regardless of how Dr. Bell played the game, he now had validation of his style.
Hyades’s arms flailed around inside his pod, beating on panels, wishing something worked. He burned away his fuel trying to compensate twistingly strong concussion waves acting in all directions opposite his wastefully fast orbit. Cameras broadcast his failure filled reckless tumble across the arena; sponsor logos an unreadable blur. Dr. Bell’s seemingly listless pod straightened up and moved to deliver the direct hits for which these crowds universally clamor.
Exploding spheroids hit Hyades’s exact center repeatedly, driving the pod into another ricocheting wall, projected with an advert from Dr. Brahms’s balms. Dr. Bell led his crosshairs ahead of the tumbling pod, continuously firing. Blue light explosions filled view screens across the galaxy until Hyades’s outer hull cracked, automatically ending the show with blazing horns and fireworks celebrating the winner by knockout. Dr. Bell had become the new divisional Kuiper Belt champion and would soon face the Hildas belt champ, Gomoran “The fifth”, in a solar system playoff semi-final round. The thinking man combatant is quickly becoming a rock star scientist on his way to the Galaxy finals.
(Author’s notes) May 9th, 2016: Austin, TX.
I played a game invented decades ago. Spacewar! was the name and it was a top-down 2D space combat. Motion relied on newton’s 3rd law, “an object in motion stays in motion”
Since then, about 40 years later, not a single game has even attempted to create realistic 3d space combat. I have a feeling the control inputs would be incredibly complicated. Regardless, I decided to put it into a sporting concept. Where every action, just like Newton’s laws insist, have to be compensated. Hope you enjoy.