The Arcturan Battlecruiser appeared in the sky over Dumont, Iowa (pop. 636) without warning or radio contact one clear evening in August. The giant X-shaped vessel hovered silently over the baseball field, interrupting the Little League game where the Panthers were giving the Patriots a firm trouncing.
Unsure of the most prudent course of action, the Mayor called on Space Ranger William Dexter for guidance.
As ever, Bill and his faithful wonder-dog Artoo were eager to jump aboard the Starfighter Lunasee and do battle with the forces of Badness!
That is, unless the umpire called this next pitch a strike.
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
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