Space Deer

Seeing Stars

Space is a strange thing. For so long have people thought of it as an endless and lonely abyss.
And it is.
However, if you're lucky, this endless abyss isn't as lonely. A bunch of strange creatures romp around here and there are strange locations to romp around in as well; it'd all be so frightening to a simple human being.

A particular human being just so happens to live in space, and his name is Ajax Parsoff. Sure, it gets lonely, but you change and get used to it. For Ajax, this meant changing quite physically along with emotionally. But hey, you get used to having inverted eyes and a funky breathing device lodged into your trachea. He is a policeman- a space cop. It means he gets cool things like anti-gravity boots and a nice-looking gun. Bet yet again, I repeat: no matter how much you have, it always tends to be lonely in outer space.

Ajax landed firmly onto a space rock with both his feet. He then pushed off it and sprang onto another rock, repeating the rock-jumping process until he reached the All-Star Bar. He tugged his shorts up and made sure his gun was safely stored in his pocket. As he stepped through the doubledoors, he grabbed a cigarette from his shirt pocket, lit it, and poked it into his mouth. The smell of wine and liquor filled his nostrils.
"Ugh," he mumbled under his breath. He only came here for food, smoking, warmth, and rest. The liquor makes him gag, the wine is made poorly, and the people here are pretty intimidating for one who's only 5'1". He was about to have a seat in the stalls near the windows when all of a sudden somebody is boxed in the face and sent to the floor.
"Finally, some action," breathes Ajax, whipping out his gun and breezing over to the assault.
"Aye! Take it easy on me!" A pale woman stands up from the ground and pulls up her sleeves. Her white-looking blonde hair is pushed out of her face with her petite hand, which is now clenched into a fist. Ajax glanced at the lady. She looked rather pretty for around here- sure, she had four eyes, but they glimmered with the stars and were accompanied by her wine red lips. He sighed, gently pushing the lady back and stepping ahead.
"Pardon me, men, but it is illegal to hit a woman as beautiful as-" Before he could finish his sentence, a fist socked the back of his head, and he was sent falling towards the opposing men. The girl towered above him as his sight cleared, glaring at him through all her purple eyes.
"Don't underestimate me," she hisses, taking his cigarette out of his mouth and crushing it. "Lousy drunken policemen, amiright?" She scolded at the men, who barked with laughter. Ajax's face went beet red, him scrambling to his feet and quickly fleeing the fight in embarrassment.
"You better run, space deer!" The men called at him as he ran, one throwing a bottle of beer at him. It barely grazed his ear- yes, it was the ear of a buck. Ajax made it out the doors just as the bottle crashed to the floor. He leaned against the wall, slumping down and covering his scarlet face with his hands.
"Idiot," he spits at himself. "Such an idiot!" To ease himself he pulls another cigarette out of his pack, poking it in his mouth with trembling fingers. Honestly, he wasn't a good space cop. He was only good at supervising traffic and calling the police squad over when he saw an emergency. He has never really handled said situations well, which is why he calls the other instead of going in himself.
"You're such a waste of a cop," Ajax sighs to himself, standing. He peers through the windows of the bar to see the woman laughing and drinking a shot with the group of men. His throat was dry, but he was not going to go in there again for a drink. Nope, not until tomorrow.
Through the clusters of stars and silhouetted planets broke through a moon. The sun hit the back of it to create the illusion of silver moonlight. This meant it was getting late for a man as timid as Ajax to be wandering the streets. He brushed his green hair back and activated his gravity boots.
Clang, clang, clang. All the way to the small, dirty grocery market to fetch a lemonade. Clang, clang, clang. All the way down the quiet path back home.
Walking.
Without gravity boots.
He left those by the park, for only a certified policeman was allowed to wear them, and he frankly wasn't feeling like one at the time.

Once he arrived at his apartment, his feet were burning. He stumbled into the elevator and leaned against the wall after punching in the button for Floor 3. The music always made him tap his feet and hum along, and despite his condition, it was no different this time. He had to stop short, however. A small headache was developing in the back of his head. Once the doors opened up, he strolled out and down the corridor until he was inside his quarters and in his room, dressed in his pajamas. Ajax slumped into his bed and sighed, staring at his official preview-only Space Jam poster.
"Sorry, Micheal Jordan." His eyes began to droop. "I let you down. But tomorrow will be better, alright?"He half smiled at the poster of his 100th idol. "Thanks, Jordan. You always know what to say." With that, the man was snuggled up in his bed with warmth in his heart from nothing but talking to a movie poster.