It occurs to me that in between getting into fights on Twitter and venting my spleen about the hazards of modern writing, that I haven’t written much about this blog’s reason for being: namely Beer Run. Basically, it’s a Star Trek parody crossed with an exploration of what life must be like at the Mos Eisley Cantina. It takes place in a world very similar to the intergalactic federation of planets (It’s called the Democratic Union of Planets) guarded by a Starfleet like organization (called the Intergalactic Navy or IN).

The main character, Bill Stiltson, could have had a career in that. He certainly had the technical skills for it, being the son of the great Prof. William Stiltson, inventor of the android with positronic brain. It’s just that after being “acting ensign” for the tyrannical Commander Krieger for his teenager years, Stiltson, based on acting ensign Wesley Crusher, has no interest in being in the Intergalactic Navy and instead runs a brewery in Lunar City on the moon, which is contained in a terraformed bubble. At his brewery, he has employees from other planets, a waitress he dates off and on, and an intern just below the drinking age. His customers include conspiracy-believing xenophobes, aliens who design gravity systems while working remotely, and a solid 10 nymph who won’t give Bill the time of day.

Bill has no interest in politics or space exploration, but alas, these things have an interest in him. Bill buys an abandoned android off a bankruptcy trustee to work in his bar, illegally, as private citizens aren’t allowed to own androids. When Commander Krieger warps his ship into the sun, killing over a thousand people, the government sends an investigator to Bill to see what light he may shed, with his illegally owned android serving drinks behind the bar. While I can’t give away the entire plot, suffice to say Bill gets caught up in a conspiracy. Hope I have enticed you. More later.