Little SciFi Stories on the Go

She sat down for one minute, Cubs arrived with random objects, offering gifts they thought humans liked. She wasn't pacing, she wasn't issuing commands, she wasn't bleeding, which meant she wasn't dying. One cub disappeared into the corridors, then another, then all of them, Mara didn't notice. At one point, when ammo ran dry, she hurled the coiled cable, wrapping an enemy's weapon arm and draggin...

She read the human's mind by accident and discovered he'd been protecting her. They had never been wrong, until now, because what she had touched was not something meant to be read. Because it noticed a presence stirred in the depths of the human mind, cold. Get out, the human's voice echoed inside her mind. They were dangerous because of what they chose not to do. Become a supporter of this podca...

She prepared cookies for one cub now there's a queue of 200. Now there was a line, a massive, impossibly organized militarized line of cubs that stretched out the mess hall, snaked through two corridors, wrapped around the training yard, crossed the gravel lift, and looped back inside. A ripple of awe swept over 200 small lethal beings, snacks, one cub whispered, as if reciting sacred scripture. T...

Now those same cubs watched her with wide eyes, whispering among themselves, stealing glances at the stick like it was a weapon forged from myth. The cubs didn't move, didn't breathe, until the smallest among them, a four-limbed furball named Yeary, shuffled forward, bowed his head and whispered. The cubs tapped the stick in rhythm, their native counting system unfolding like poetry. But here he g...

Carah's eyes hardened, not with anger, but with something colder. But because when the ceasefire was signed, when the Zalathi clan swore temporary peace, it was sealed not with blood, but with presence. They remembered a wounded human opening her eyes to a predator's face, and responding not with fear, but with calm. They remembered that humans do not dominate through claws or fangs, but through b...

Each one had already been classified by the Galactic Council as potential extinction level asset, juvenile. The hangar doors hissed open as the cubs marched in formation, proud, dirty, singed in places, carrying a woven basket nearly as large as Alia. Alia knelt slowly, her chest hurt, that quiet ache of distance from home, and somehow this this ridiculous basket made it worse and better all at on...

She looked at the human in whispered, you're not real, you're a legend. Hundreds of alien war machines lay broken across the ground, and in the center of it all, one human was still standing. Lieutenant Karth of the Vilari Guard crawled behind a ruined tank, her breathing ragged, her army had been unstoppable, 30,000 Vilari soldiers, armored titans, autonomous wardrons, orbital support. The human...

Mara concaid, didn't stumble, didn't brace. The council had written it off as a death trap and used it instead as a proving ground. Later the council would reclassify humanity, not as fragile, not as adaptable, but as gravitational apex survivors. Species that didn't dominate by size or weapons, but by enduring what others could not. As Mara left the arena, an alien officer whispered the truth no...

The captain's hand froze halfway to the alarm because the predator cubs were standing at attention. Not snarling, not playing, standing still, wrapped in mismatched fabric, utility belts, scarves half a flight jacket, and one dramatically oversized helmet tilted over glowing eyes. Combat posture, or so it appeared, captain Wrath of the Keshe Dominion felt his spines prickle. One tapped its chest p...

32 alien cadets stared at her in silence as the pressure field hummed violently around the combat chamber. Looked around at the armored cadets, then at the massive holographic text hovering above the chamber entrance, apex warfare program. Apex cadets rushed through the obstacle field while plasma turrets fired live stun rounds through smoke and darkness. The varcool cadets stepped into the arena...

The classroom fell silent the moment the war footage began, and no one was ready for what they were about to see. Varik didn't answer, because the footage wasn't finished. But Varik didn't stop it, because movement behind the war construct. Because now they knew the truth, that the girl who barely spoke, who avoided attention, who seemed so. Because the most dangerous weapon in the galaxy is the o...

The printer answered with a rising wine, warmth spiraling through its chamber, and the cubs leaned forward as one. She used corners as weapons, gravity as an accomplice, pain as a currency she was willing to spend. Marra stared breathless as the juveniles fought not as children, but as warriors awakened. Learned patience, learned restraint, learned that heat could nourish as well as destroy. And w...

Alara watched from the command deck as the cubs took their positions behind reinforced glass. Because humans didn't build walls to survive one hit. Later, as dawn crept artificial and pale through the station's light cycle, Alara returned to her quarters. That humans, the most dangerous species ever to walk the stars, didn't just conquer with fire and fury. But of the day those cubs would grow up...

The little predator stood in the shadows, fur bristled, claws half extended, jaw trembling as it forced another growl from its throat. Behind the cub, the station shook again, enemy boarding craft slamming into the hull. Because the cub wasn't hiding. Later, after the battle, after the enemy retreat, after the outpost still stood when it shouldn't have, records would show something unprecedented....

She felt tiny claws tug her hair, turned out a predator cub wanted to be lifted. Every weapon came up, every breath stopped, because the thing tugging specialist Mara Cade's hair was not a child. It was a predator cub, a jar and cub, six limbs, obsidian fur threaded with bioluminescent veins, needle teeth already grown in. The cub's claws loosened as she reached back, hands firm, confident. For on...

A warning, because something had crossed into the mess corridor, something that made veteran soldiers reach for weapons with shaking hands. Corporal Nadia Reyes walked ahead of them with a tray in her hands, boots relaxed, posture casual, humming under her breath like this was just another lunch break. Because Nadia stopped at the mess hatch, turned inside. The Varchesh pack refused to leave Nadia...

She entered the campus wearing full armor, yet the secret she carried under it shocked the galaxy. Because no one arrived at the academy in combat armor. Her name was Mara Vale, species, human, world of origin, earth, classification, death world prime. You wear armor because you're weak without it. Humans don't wear armor to feel strong. Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com...

Six predator Cubs, each belonging to a species capable of tearing armoured infantry apart, were missing from the nursery. No alarms had been tripped, no guards had been bypassed, no blood had been found, which meant only one thing. The nursery's climate controls failed during a bombardment, and the Cubs, still too young to regulate their body heat, were left shivering while command-argued protocol...

The predator turned instantly, no hesitation, no fear, it adapted, again, it struck, and again, the human wasn't there, not gone, just not where death expected him to be. Minutes passed, the creature grew faster, stronger, more violent, but the human remained calm, heart rate steady, breathing controlled, he wasn't reacting, he was, studying, why isn't he attacking. The arena fell quiet, no one mo...

She attempted making morning coffee, Cubs arrived first and brewed their own, using her engineering. Inside the galley, six predator Cubs stood in a perfect semicircle around her coffee machine. The water reservoir now fed through an improvised pressure coil, clearly salvaged from Mora's engineering kit. Three cycles earlier, the Cubs had watched her brew coffee every morning before training. The...

She asked why the lights kept flickering, Cubs were using the motion sensors as a dance game. Dozens of predator cubs scaled, fird, horned, clawed, were leaping, spinning, sliding across the floor in chaotic patterns. A cub skidded across the floor and struck a dramatic pose as the lights flashed back on. Human survived by finding patterns, she said, and then dancing around death. Not because they...

Their fur was matted with ice, their tails were stiff, their eyes burned gold through the snow. Alarov slammed the door shut and braced it with her back as claws skidded on metal, not attacking, slipping. Alarov laughed, raw, defiant, because humans laughed when the universe tried to kill them. Alarov was there in a heartbeat, hands on a chest smaller than her helmet, compressions, hard, relentles...

Seventeen doors closed on her, until a human opened the last one. Even the Zen, her closest allies, sealed their archives, one by one, seventeen species, civilization she had served, had turned their backs. They all said the same thing, no one defies the dominion, and so she ran. Through smoke, through ruins, through screams, until she found herself before the last half-barried bunker on the waste...

No threats, no weapons, no grand speech, just silence, and the sound of their fleet engines fading into the black, and that silence. Then Earth will, with draw no one stopped her, no one even pretended to care. Three days later, the humans were gone, every ambassador, every trader, every diplomat, the Terran Embassy, abandoned overnight, the trade routes cut off the gates to soul sealed. Even thei...

The most feared human combat unit ever created, the craft bully frowned confused by the sudden tension. Especially humans, because humans looked fragile, smaller frames, no claws, no armoured hides, no venom, easy targets, or so the galaxy assumed, the craft sneered at the human cadet standing before him. Several instructors physically stepped backward, not from fear of the craft, from fear of her...