A leather-jacketed, anxiety-ridden food delivery driver is hired to transport a precious cargo across space.

Tachyon Deliverance is my love letter to sci-fi B-movies and low-budget Star Wars ripoffs of the 80s. I specifically wanted to make a story about what the regular people of these worlds would go through - not the heroes, soldiers, smugglers, or wizards - but the minimum-wage employees. For years my film club at Georgia Tech has had a line in our director interest orientation saying that we could write our films to take place in "any reasonable location except space." I wanted to push the boundaries of what was possible for a non-filmmaking college to make in a weekend and decided to do just that. I spent months making miniatures, alien masks, 3D prints, and VFX on an ultra-low budget for nothing except the love of the genre and the love of the game.

"ANY JOB. ANY TIME. ANY SPACE."