Players

by Laurie Rich

You were cruising along to your destination when another ship warned you: Reavers were near and your best bet was to land and hide. It seemed like a good idea at the time, even if the other ships in the system had some peculiar folks on them. Everybody powered down to wait. Now morning's come, one of them peculiar folks is a peculiar corpse, and ain't nobody leavin' 'til the piper gets paid.