Written for Trifecta: Week Eighty-Four. Story begins after the image.
Genre: Science Fiction
Word Count: 333
“I don’t like it,” said Sheriff Jones. He set his beer down on the anachronistic wood table of the colony’s inn.
“Oh Mr. Jones is a party pooper isn’t he?” Said Aleta, as she rubbed Chummy’s fur briskly. Chummy responded by folding his ears back and bouncing around happily. Addressing Jones she said, “I found it fair and square, Sheriff. I didn’t steal nuthin’.”
“I know all that, Aleta, and I don’t give a damn. But that dog,” he pointed at Chummy. “Ain’t no dog. That is a military-grade weapon system.”
Aleta scratched Chummy’s dense coppery fur. The fur was actually nano-wire 1/100 the size of human hair. Aleta loved to touch it since it was softer than mink. Yet it could fuse molecular bonds to become armor, or change shape. His systems made previous designs seem crude.
“Well he ain’t got nuthin’ to shoot at here in the colony. So now he can be just a dog.”
“Yeah, one five feet at the shoulder,” said Jones. Chummy nuzzled his hand. He finished his beer, absently petting the military-grade, dog.
Aleta rode her favorite horse towards town. Chummy trotted beside her, shaped like a colt to calm the animal.
Chummy halted suddenly at the outskirts. He changed, forming into a sleek shape. His fur turned olive green. Speaking for the first time, Chummy said, “Weapons fire. Stay back.” Chummy took off, accelerating far faster than a Terran cheetah.
Aleta wasn’t staying for nothing. She kicked the horse into a full gallop. She arrived at the inn to see people pouring out of it, but they were smiling and high-fiving. Sheriff Jones and Chummy, separated from the group to meet her.
“Pirates,” said Jones. “Held a bunch of townsfolk hostage in the inn.”
“Chummy showed up, moving faster than anyone could see. Took out all the pirates quick as a blink. Amazing!”
Aleta smirked. “Still hate my weapon?”
“What weapon?” He petted Chummy affectionately. “You mean, this great dog?”
This week’s Trifecta writing challenge uses the third definition of the word, “crude” (3: marked by the primitive, gross, or elemental or by uncultivated simplicity or vulgarity). Additionally, the story must be between 33 and 333 words long. Anyone can join in and read more about the prompt here: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/07/trifecta-week-eighty-four.html