Quite Possibly Alien


When graduating senior Ciarán Mac Durmuid intervenes and rescues a fellow spacer from alien assassins he breaks the Freeman Federation’s unwritten law – mind your own business.

When Ciarán’s mysterious damsel in distress demands to know his particulars he breaks the Freeman Federation’s unwritten law again – keep your mouth shut.

Now a single decision will determine Ciaran’s future.

He can surrender his lifelong dream of winning an interstellar merchant’s license and escaping his dreary farm-boy destiny.

Or he can apprentice himself to the black sheep of the powerful nic Cartaí clan, a young woman who is almost certainly a pirate, aboard a sentient starship that is almost certainly insane, on a mission that will almost certainly get him killed.

Ciarán has to decide.

Does he bring his cat, or should he leave her with friends?

Maura shoved Ciarán in the back just as the tram began to slow for Ring Station H. “Run,” she said. “We’re getting on that tram.”

“But—”

“On my tab, Ciarán mac Diarmuid,” Maura said. “This time and this time only, you got me?”

“I understand, navigator,” Ciarán said. His legs didn’t want to move.

 Maura shoved Ciarán in the back. “Then haul it, spacer. Double time. I’ll be right behind you.”

Right behind him. With a nerve disruptor in her pocket. Unless it was in her hand. 

—Quite Possibly Alien, by Patrick O'Sullivan