The rain was falling heavily and it was hard to tell friend from foe in the darkness. Raymond was kneeling behind a section of wall that had been blown away leaving just enough height for him to take cover from small arms fire. His rifle was equipped with a scope and its night-vision capability was a great help. However, he knew that looking through the scope for too long would hinder his awareness of his surroundings. And right now, he needed superhuman awareness for an enemy could appear from any side.
The sounds of guns exchanging fire came from somewhere in front of him. Occasional stray rounds ricocheting off his wall. Yes, he thought grimly. Whatever the current situation was, this space was his. He had been fighting for hours and though he had gone from being protected in an armoured transport to fighting in the open, he had yet to come across a single dead enemy. Not one body was left. Perhaps it was the heavy rain, but still, not even a body part after a grenade had gone off? He had seen them through his scope and they looked like very disfigured humans and their clothes were filthy. Some wore skins of creatures over their armour plating. He knew they had armour plating for some of them could not be brought down except by a headshot. But, no bodies!!!
“Get over there by the wall!”
Raymond heard that command and tensed. But so far, only humans from Oasis City had ever shouted commands. Not that the enemy could not suddenly decide to mimic them. So he got ready to get a snap shot off if it turned out to be some ugly monster.
Then came the sound of running feet and a silhouette came almost flying over the wall. The grunt of pain as the body landed sounded feminine. “Who’s there?!” Raymond ventured. “It’s Shirley!” came the reply and then she joined Raymond behind the wall. More running feet and then the medical officer came around the corner of the wall with both his and her bags. His rifle was gone.
The last to arrive was Shaun. He had a bandage around his left arm, but his left hand was holding the straps of two rifles. His own rifle was held ready in his right. His field pack was still on his back.
Raymond was amazed. His field pack had been shot through some time after they had abandoned their transport. Then the team had been separated in the ensuing fire-fight. But here was Shaun, complete with field pack and holding two other rifles?
“Hey man, where’ve you been?” Shaun asked Raymond.
“Wherever you weren’t I guess. I haven’t seen anyone else from our transport since the fire-fight,” Raymond replied.
“We’ve got to get out of this rain. Find some shelter. The temperature is already beginning to go down,” the M.O. said.
“You’re the ranking officer here, Sir,” Shaun replied.
“So we stay together, but we have to move. Is that a building over there?” The M.O. said, pointing to a dark shape in the distance.
Raymond used his scope and zoomed in. It was a building. And he could make out some figures moving toward it too.
“It is a building. There was movement. About two or three people just went into the shadows there. Distance is about 300 meters,” Raymond reported.
“Ok, we’ll have to take a chance that those people you saw are on our side. Let’s go,” the M.O. said, as he picked up the bags and started moving.
“Let me help you with the rifles,” Raymond offered, reaching out a hand toward Shaun. Shirley intercepted him and grabbed one first before handing him the other.
Grinning, she held it low and moved off at a run, crouching as she went. Shaun shrugged and took off with Raymond close behind.
Monday, January 11, 2010
chp 3b
The sky turned dark suddenly. Raymond had not expected the storm to move in so quickly. Not so long ago, it had just been a dark line on the horizon.
Rain had not fallen yet but the wind had picked up. Dr Tony was sitting at the front of their armoured transport, beside the driver, another reserve personnel. The rapid fire gun controller sat behind them. Only the bottom half of his body could be seen as the upper half disappeared into the gun turret mounted on the vehicle. Seated in the back were Raymond, Clement and Shaun. There were boxes of ammunition, energy packs for the laser weapons, and food. Still there was space left for two other personnel. Raymond assumed they would be assigned a medic. He wondered if they would be so lucky to get the twins.
“Attention all citizens. This is your President Glau Summers speaking. By now, you should have returned to your homes and made sure your homes are secure. Those of you who have volunteered with our militia should have joined up with your units.
Oasis City has not seen a storm of this magnitude since the horrible incident 1000 years ago. Today, the storm has returned. The scouts we sent out have not. The observation posts outside the protective ring of the mountains have not reported in and all communication with them is lost.
We must assume that the worst is upon us. The blight from a thousand years ago has returned. We must now fight for our lives. There is no quarter to be given for none will be given to us. There is no need for honour in dealing with an enemy devoid of any decency.
To survive is not enough. We must win!”
A loud cheering broke out from among the ranks and at that moment, two people climbed into the back of the transport. Raymond was instantly alert as he recognized a familiar scent of perfume. Clement was instantly awake with a deep intake of air. Shaun checked his rifle and when he looked up, locked eyes with Shirley. She smiled and settled into her seat, her medical bag with attached foldable stretcher on the floor, held between her legs. Next to her was an older man who carried a smaller backpack and a rifle. He slammed his palm on the body of the transport twice before sitting down and buckling up.
As Shirley did the same, so the three boys hurriedly followed suit.
The door of the transport swung shut as its engines roared to life. Once closed, the door shut out the sound of the engines again. And conversation could begin.
Rain had not fallen yet but the wind had picked up. Dr Tony was sitting at the front of their armoured transport, beside the driver, another reserve personnel. The rapid fire gun controller sat behind them. Only the bottom half of his body could be seen as the upper half disappeared into the gun turret mounted on the vehicle. Seated in the back were Raymond, Clement and Shaun. There were boxes of ammunition, energy packs for the laser weapons, and food. Still there was space left for two other personnel. Raymond assumed they would be assigned a medic. He wondered if they would be so lucky to get the twins.
“Attention all citizens. This is your President Glau Summers speaking. By now, you should have returned to your homes and made sure your homes are secure. Those of you who have volunteered with our militia should have joined up with your units.
Oasis City has not seen a storm of this magnitude since the horrible incident 1000 years ago. Today, the storm has returned. The scouts we sent out have not. The observation posts outside the protective ring of the mountains have not reported in and all communication with them is lost.
We must assume that the worst is upon us. The blight from a thousand years ago has returned. We must now fight for our lives. There is no quarter to be given for none will be given to us. There is no need for honour in dealing with an enemy devoid of any decency.
To survive is not enough. We must win!”
A loud cheering broke out from among the ranks and at that moment, two people climbed into the back of the transport. Raymond was instantly alert as he recognized a familiar scent of perfume. Clement was instantly awake with a deep intake of air. Shaun checked his rifle and when he looked up, locked eyes with Shirley. She smiled and settled into her seat, her medical bag with attached foldable stretcher on the floor, held between her legs. Next to her was an older man who carried a smaller backpack and a rifle. He slammed his palm on the body of the transport twice before sitting down and buckling up.
As Shirley did the same, so the three boys hurriedly followed suit.
The door of the transport swung shut as its engines roared to life. Once closed, the door shut out the sound of the engines again. And conversation could begin.
chp 3a
“How’s visual?” Ben asked.
“Same old same old.” Came Bert’s reply.
“I wonder how long the fighting’s been going on… and who in the world is fighting whom?” Ben thought aloud.
“I’d say… Oasis City versus some unknown… Well, that doesn’t make any sense. We’ve not had any sort of fighting since the Great War so long ago!” Bert muttered.
They were both silent for a while.
“Have you ever heard the legend of the storm pirates?” Bert asked.
“Yeah… somebody said something to me before. What’re they called?” Ben replied.
“They have a name? I thought no one knew their name or what planet or…. tribe they come from. They’re just space cannibals and storm pirates right?”
Ben shook his head. He’d heard their name used before.
“I know the survivors of the holocaust didn’t even speak of the incident. They just tried to rebuild their lives. But the way Oasis City developed, you know that they’ve never forgotten,” Bert continued.
“Reavers! That’s what they’re called,” Ben finally said.
“Wait a minute. I thought the Reavers went extinct a thousand years ago. They were a wandering tribe of canninbals with no home planet. What’s more, they’re from a system many many many hyperspace jumps away,” Bert protested, “Did I mention many many many many?”
“I know. I know. But there was this old man I met once who was from Oasis City and he mentioned that name.” Ben insisted.
Bert scratched his head.
The Reavers were not part of their world. Inter-system travel had improved over the last thousand years but for them to have appeared in this quadrant, in this system was nothing short of a miracle. Indeed, almost as miraculous as the homecoming of the Federation Starship Voyager in the history books.
But Empires come and go, Alliances form and disband and Federations break up. Evil does not change nor does the fight against it. Still the kind of extreme darkness of heart that the Reavers represented was too hard to imagine.
“The cargo we are carrying has to do with turning this desert planet into a garden paradise,” Ben finally said.
Bert turned to look at Ben. “Someone gave us cargo of such GREAT IMPORTANCE?” he asked, an incredulous look on his face.
“Makes sense doesn’t it? We’re not big players in the underground, no one really bothers about us. We’re legit enough so Police don’t have files on us. Basically we’re under the sensors,” Ben answered.
“But cargo of this magnitude… we don’t even have sidearms! This ship is not armed! Even though it is a decommissioned Raptor class craft and it handles pretty well, what chance would we have had if the enemies of Oasis City found out what we were carrying?” Bert blurted.
“Well, that’s where you come in. I had a feeling you might just be as good as you claimed to be. Someone equal to flying the Millennium Falcon. Sure, Zoey isn’t anything like the Falcon but you do get her to do stuff I wouldn’t think possible.” Ben shrugged.
“Right…” Bert replied, wondering if that was flattery or compliment and did not know whether to laugh or get angry.
Sure, nothing they had done so far would have gotten them into any kind of trouble. They were not mercenaries and they did run of the mill jobs. In fact, most of the time, they just transported goods to places where he had managed to book gigs. And Zoey, as the ship was called, did handle pretty well. Bert had scrapped his beat up old personal class transport and Ben had not asked for any more payment for Bert’s lodging other than his piloting and minor engineering skills. So Bert was cash rich. More than when he was stuck with his old transport. Now he could take gigs outside the local system. Which was how they ended here on Oasis City. However, given the information that Ben had just revealed, maybe the gig was just to give them legitimate cover to visit Oasis City.
“Well, I’ve always tried to avoid arming Zoey. But this was to be her last trip as an unarmed vessel,” Ben went on, “Part of the payment was to be in arms.”
Bert nodded thoughtfully.
“Then again, we might have to buy a new ship,” Ben said.
“Whoa. What’s wrong with Zoey? She’s fast, handles well, and being ex-military, she could be armed to the teeth if we could afford it,” Bert argued.
“That would be illegal. A couple of projectile guns or a laser gun or two perhaps. I sincerely doubt we’d get the license to arm Zoey to the teeth. She was a missle boat y’know?” Ben said, “we’d have to be part of a system or planetary militia to have that kind of armament. And then you’d been stuck running the same circuit, telling the same people the same jokes… unless you’ve got new material.”
Bert gave Ben a hurt look, “Thank you very much.”
“C’mon, it’s true! We’ve been partners for about a year and travelling to different places for every gig. You haven’t had to revisit any place so far,” Ben continued.
That was true. All of Bert’s appointments had somehow led them closer and closer to Oasis City. As if some inexorable hand was drawing the two of them toward this point in time.
“Who’s winning?” Bert asked.
“Don’t know,” Ben replied looking the sensor screen, “We’re running on passive scanning here. Don’t want to broadcast our position.”
“Same old same old.” Came Bert’s reply.
“I wonder how long the fighting’s been going on… and who in the world is fighting whom?” Ben thought aloud.
“I’d say… Oasis City versus some unknown… Well, that doesn’t make any sense. We’ve not had any sort of fighting since the Great War so long ago!” Bert muttered.
They were both silent for a while.
“Have you ever heard the legend of the storm pirates?” Bert asked.
“Yeah… somebody said something to me before. What’re they called?” Ben replied.
“They have a name? I thought no one knew their name or what planet or…. tribe they come from. They’re just space cannibals and storm pirates right?”
Ben shook his head. He’d heard their name used before.
“I know the survivors of the holocaust didn’t even speak of the incident. They just tried to rebuild their lives. But the way Oasis City developed, you know that they’ve never forgotten,” Bert continued.
“Reavers! That’s what they’re called,” Ben finally said.
“Wait a minute. I thought the Reavers went extinct a thousand years ago. They were a wandering tribe of canninbals with no home planet. What’s more, they’re from a system many many many hyperspace jumps away,” Bert protested, “Did I mention many many many many?”
“I know. I know. But there was this old man I met once who was from Oasis City and he mentioned that name.” Ben insisted.
Bert scratched his head.
The Reavers were not part of their world. Inter-system travel had improved over the last thousand years but for them to have appeared in this quadrant, in this system was nothing short of a miracle. Indeed, almost as miraculous as the homecoming of the Federation Starship Voyager in the history books.
But Empires come and go, Alliances form and disband and Federations break up. Evil does not change nor does the fight against it. Still the kind of extreme darkness of heart that the Reavers represented was too hard to imagine.
“The cargo we are carrying has to do with turning this desert planet into a garden paradise,” Ben finally said.
Bert turned to look at Ben. “Someone gave us cargo of such GREAT IMPORTANCE?” he asked, an incredulous look on his face.
“Makes sense doesn’t it? We’re not big players in the underground, no one really bothers about us. We’re legit enough so Police don’t have files on us. Basically we’re under the sensors,” Ben answered.
“But cargo of this magnitude… we don’t even have sidearms! This ship is not armed! Even though it is a decommissioned Raptor class craft and it handles pretty well, what chance would we have had if the enemies of Oasis City found out what we were carrying?” Bert blurted.
“Well, that’s where you come in. I had a feeling you might just be as good as you claimed to be. Someone equal to flying the Millennium Falcon. Sure, Zoey isn’t anything like the Falcon but you do get her to do stuff I wouldn’t think possible.” Ben shrugged.
“Right…” Bert replied, wondering if that was flattery or compliment and did not know whether to laugh or get angry.
Sure, nothing they had done so far would have gotten them into any kind of trouble. They were not mercenaries and they did run of the mill jobs. In fact, most of the time, they just transported goods to places where he had managed to book gigs. And Zoey, as the ship was called, did handle pretty well. Bert had scrapped his beat up old personal class transport and Ben had not asked for any more payment for Bert’s lodging other than his piloting and minor engineering skills. So Bert was cash rich. More than when he was stuck with his old transport. Now he could take gigs outside the local system. Which was how they ended here on Oasis City. However, given the information that Ben had just revealed, maybe the gig was just to give them legitimate cover to visit Oasis City.
“Well, I’ve always tried to avoid arming Zoey. But this was to be her last trip as an unarmed vessel,” Ben went on, “Part of the payment was to be in arms.”
Bert nodded thoughtfully.
“Then again, we might have to buy a new ship,” Ben said.
“Whoa. What’s wrong with Zoey? She’s fast, handles well, and being ex-military, she could be armed to the teeth if we could afford it,” Bert argued.
“That would be illegal. A couple of projectile guns or a laser gun or two perhaps. I sincerely doubt we’d get the license to arm Zoey to the teeth. She was a missle boat y’know?” Ben said, “we’d have to be part of a system or planetary militia to have that kind of armament. And then you’d been stuck running the same circuit, telling the same people the same jokes… unless you’ve got new material.”
Bert gave Ben a hurt look, “Thank you very much.”
“C’mon, it’s true! We’ve been partners for about a year and travelling to different places for every gig. You haven’t had to revisit any place so far,” Ben continued.
That was true. All of Bert’s appointments had somehow led them closer and closer to Oasis City. As if some inexorable hand was drawing the two of them toward this point in time.
“Who’s winning?” Bert asked.
“Don’t know,” Ben replied looking the sensor screen, “We’re running on passive scanning here. Don’t want to broadcast our position.”
chp 2c
Grabbing their bags, the three boys followed their professor into the hallway and down the stairs. As they entered the basement, they couldn’t help but notice that a number of young people were there too. Most were students like themselves and all of them were seniors.
A few transports were already there with engines running, the noise reverberating in the cavernous basement parking area. Almost all the lecturers who taught them were there too.
Dr Tony led them to a transport and had them board it. Their bags were stashed in the back together with the other occupants’ belongings. Dr Tony went to the front of the transport to speak to someone. Probably his officer, Raymond thought. The three of them had taken seats with the door behind them as the rest of the transport was full. They watched as Dr Tony talked animatedly with the person in the shadows, with the occasional jab of the thumb in their direction.
A sudden whiff of perfume distracted the three boys momentarily as did the sound of giggling. But before they could turn, two female figures seated themselves on the bench facing theirs. “Hello boys. Are you lost?” One of them said. “Hi Shirley,” Raymond replied evenly, “we’re just doing our part.” The two girls grinned. “Of course, that’s so patriotic. However, I bet you’re just looking for some action,” Shirley bantered. “Oh stop blushing Shaun!” said the other girl.
“I’m not blushing!” Shaun said, a little too loudly.
“Alright! Take it easy cowboy. You know Jeanne was just teasing you,” Shirley said.
Shirley and Jeanne were twins who were rather popular with the boys in the school. Not that they were easy or put out, but they were pretty and fun to hang out with. There were prettier girls who had been around the block but not these two. Still, they had no lack of suitors. The fact that they were eighteen and thus two years older than the three boys did not stop them from making friends with the trio.
Dr Tony sat down next to the girls and said to the boys, “Ok. When we arrive at our sector, you will follow me. We’ll get you fitted out with weapons, ammunition and armour.”
“Wow, Dr T. They’re going into combat?” Jeanne asked.
“No more than you and I will be involved,” came the reply.
“Without training?” Shirley queried.
“What does it matter? If the defences fail, everyone will have to fight for their lives,” Dr Tony replied, “assuming, of course, that the alarm is real. This could really just be a very severe storm. The only attack happened a thousand years ago!”
Whatever the case, the three boys were just glad to be part of the action. Even if it meant that there was nothing to shoot at. The doors closed and the transport moved out. The noise of the engines was reduced to little more than a hum. The boys were trying not to let their excitement show too much. Though the jury was still out on whether it was because they were on an adventure or in the presence of two pretty girls.
“Why are you going? Are you trained in combat too?” Raymond asked the girls. But he was looking at Shirley. She was the more athletic of the twins, and she filled out her uniform quite nicely. Jeanne was on the slim side though she still had curves.
“Not quite,” Shirley replied, “but we are trained medics. So we’re more a support than frontline warriors.”
“What does that badge mean?” Clement asked, pointing to… and then suddenly withdrawing his hand self-consciously. Shaun rolled his eyes.
Shirley did not laugh at Clement’s embarrassment, instead she said, “That means I do know how to fire a sidearm well enough.”
“Cooooooool,” Raymond cut in.
“Yeah. Well, we shoot pretty well too. At least, I know I do, played with my gun all the time back home,” Clement said.
Shaun slapped his hand to his forehead and said, “Can we talk about something else?” Jeanne laughed and said, “Hey, we’re talking about firing guns here, so stop with the weird thinking! We know you farm boys must have handled some kind of weapon before. Otherwise Dr T wouldn’t have let you come along.”
The boys looked at Dr Tony. He shrugged. Then the transport arrived at its destination.
The transports emptied of passengers and a crowd formed in the open space. “We part here boys,” Jeanne said, “Try not to lose your heads.”
“We’re cool,” Raymond replied.
“She means it literally bro,” Shaun said.
“Shaun’s right. If it really is the space cannibals that are attacking, they like chopping off heads for decoration of their ships’ hulls,” Shirley added.
“You be careful too,” Shaun said, not quite looking at the girls.
“Yeah, you too.”
Then they parted company.
A few transports were already there with engines running, the noise reverberating in the cavernous basement parking area. Almost all the lecturers who taught them were there too.
Dr Tony led them to a transport and had them board it. Their bags were stashed in the back together with the other occupants’ belongings. Dr Tony went to the front of the transport to speak to someone. Probably his officer, Raymond thought. The three of them had taken seats with the door behind them as the rest of the transport was full. They watched as Dr Tony talked animatedly with the person in the shadows, with the occasional jab of the thumb in their direction.
A sudden whiff of perfume distracted the three boys momentarily as did the sound of giggling. But before they could turn, two female figures seated themselves on the bench facing theirs. “Hello boys. Are you lost?” One of them said. “Hi Shirley,” Raymond replied evenly, “we’re just doing our part.” The two girls grinned. “Of course, that’s so patriotic. However, I bet you’re just looking for some action,” Shirley bantered. “Oh stop blushing Shaun!” said the other girl.
“I’m not blushing!” Shaun said, a little too loudly.
“Alright! Take it easy cowboy. You know Jeanne was just teasing you,” Shirley said.
Shirley and Jeanne were twins who were rather popular with the boys in the school. Not that they were easy or put out, but they were pretty and fun to hang out with. There were prettier girls who had been around the block but not these two. Still, they had no lack of suitors. The fact that they were eighteen and thus two years older than the three boys did not stop them from making friends with the trio.
Dr Tony sat down next to the girls and said to the boys, “Ok. When we arrive at our sector, you will follow me. We’ll get you fitted out with weapons, ammunition and armour.”
“Wow, Dr T. They’re going into combat?” Jeanne asked.
“No more than you and I will be involved,” came the reply.
“Without training?” Shirley queried.
“What does it matter? If the defences fail, everyone will have to fight for their lives,” Dr Tony replied, “assuming, of course, that the alarm is real. This could really just be a very severe storm. The only attack happened a thousand years ago!”
Whatever the case, the three boys were just glad to be part of the action. Even if it meant that there was nothing to shoot at. The doors closed and the transport moved out. The noise of the engines was reduced to little more than a hum. The boys were trying not to let their excitement show too much. Though the jury was still out on whether it was because they were on an adventure or in the presence of two pretty girls.
“Why are you going? Are you trained in combat too?” Raymond asked the girls. But he was looking at Shirley. She was the more athletic of the twins, and she filled out her uniform quite nicely. Jeanne was on the slim side though she still had curves.
“Not quite,” Shirley replied, “but we are trained medics. So we’re more a support than frontline warriors.”
“What does that badge mean?” Clement asked, pointing to… and then suddenly withdrawing his hand self-consciously. Shaun rolled his eyes.
Shirley did not laugh at Clement’s embarrassment, instead she said, “That means I do know how to fire a sidearm well enough.”
“Cooooooool,” Raymond cut in.
“Yeah. Well, we shoot pretty well too. At least, I know I do, played with my gun all the time back home,” Clement said.
Shaun slapped his hand to his forehead and said, “Can we talk about something else?” Jeanne laughed and said, “Hey, we’re talking about firing guns here, so stop with the weird thinking! We know you farm boys must have handled some kind of weapon before. Otherwise Dr T wouldn’t have let you come along.”
The boys looked at Dr Tony. He shrugged. Then the transport arrived at its destination.
The transports emptied of passengers and a crowd formed in the open space. “We part here boys,” Jeanne said, “Try not to lose your heads.”
“We’re cool,” Raymond replied.
“She means it literally bro,” Shaun said.
“Shaun’s right. If it really is the space cannibals that are attacking, they like chopping off heads for decoration of their ships’ hulls,” Shirley added.
“You be careful too,” Shaun said, not quite looking at the girls.
“Yeah, you too.”
Then they parted company.
chp 2b
Clement, Shaun and Raymond packed their bags and met at the front of the class. While everyone else was leaving the classroom, the three boys were talking excitedly at the window. “The thousand year storm!” Clement gushed. The other two nodded their heads excitedly. Everybody had heard the legend. More than a thousand years ago, there had been a dark storm that raged in the valley. More than natural disaster, the storm brought with it an armada of ships, crewed by pirates or some degenerate sort of human, or ex-human, beings. They were exceptionally cruel, taking people as slaves, or food, depending on who was telling the tale. The fact was that Oasis City had suffered greatly with only a few hundred survivors.
Since that time, technology had improved and the population had grown. Settlers from off-world had come and Oasis City had once again become a bustling hub. Still, no matter how hard they tried researchers were just not able to find a sustainable way of irrigating the lands outside of the valley.
None of the plants and shrubs that grew around the oasis could live for long outside the valley. Thus there was a limit to the number of people this city could sustain. In the face of another furious onslaught, there would also be only a limited number of people who could be trained to defend Oasis City.
Thus, weapon technology was at the forefront of research. Weapons of mass destruction were ruled out because there would be no place to retreat to if they were used over the valley.
Yet, no one really understood the necessity of such paranoid measures as that storm had occurred only once!
In recent years especially, there was word that an ancient plant that thrived in desert areas had been found and was being transported to Oasis City. Its arrival was imminent. And if it could successfully lead to the conquering of the desert, that would mean the planet could be vastly populated and increased inter-stellar traffic could bring with it protection and news about that fearsome enemy from days of yore.
“Shouldn’t we get home?” Shaun asked no one in particular. The three boys still had their faces pressed to the window, watching the gathering storm increase in darkness and ferocity. “We’re hostelites. Where can we go?” Raymond remarked, “back to the hostel I suppose. But is that safer?”
Residences were located toward the centre of the city while industries and plantations were more toward the outskirts. Food production plants though were also built closer to the city centre.
The school was only a few kilometres from the edge of the city. Surrounding the city was the city wall. Thick stone and overlaid with layers of dura-steel, it would take a lot of heavy artillery to bring down the wall. That said, a wall could only keep ground troops out. Their enemies could simply fly over the wall. However, around the city centre, a force field, up to the radius of 50 kilometres, would be activated once the threat of the storm pirates was deemed real. The PA announcement suggested that the threat was very real.
The boys had a choice. They came from off-world and their homes were not here on the planet. Their parents would not be able to get to them once the storm began. While the rest of the hostelites might be comfortable cowering with the rest of the civilians, the three boys wanted some action.
Coming from farming communities, they had some experience with firearms and were sure that they could handle whatever the Oasis guards were using.
“Ah, the folly of youth.” A familiar voice rang out from behind the trio. They turned to see their lecturer Dr Antonio Weis decked out in military togs complete with gear and rifle. Understanding their incredulous stares, he explained, “All staff have some form of military training or other you know, we’re not all drones or protocol droids.”
The boys couldn’t believe it. Dr “C3PO” Tony was militarily trained? “We want to defend the city,” Clement managed to say. “You mean, you want some action, some adventure, some shot at glory!” Dr Tony replied. “Yes!” the trio shouted.
“Come on then,” Dr Tony said evenly.
“Really?” they gushed.
“OF COURSE NOT!!!! What do you think I am? Allowing three kids to go into battle?! There may not even be a battle! We could all get pulverised with the first salvo. Who knows how many ships those demons have? You’re not even trained! I could go on and on.” Dr Tony exclaimed.
“But we can shoot! We’ve had to keep our herds safe from wild creatures and such, so we’ve handled weapons before,” Raymond protested.
Dr Tony looked thoughtful for a while. Then he nodded, saying, “Alright then. You’re with me. I’ll have to speak to my OC but we’re a reserve unit anyway, hopefully, we won’t be called into action. But you must stick with me at all times.”
“Yes!” the trio exclaimed.
Since that time, technology had improved and the population had grown. Settlers from off-world had come and Oasis City had once again become a bustling hub. Still, no matter how hard they tried researchers were just not able to find a sustainable way of irrigating the lands outside of the valley.
None of the plants and shrubs that grew around the oasis could live for long outside the valley. Thus there was a limit to the number of people this city could sustain. In the face of another furious onslaught, there would also be only a limited number of people who could be trained to defend Oasis City.
Thus, weapon technology was at the forefront of research. Weapons of mass destruction were ruled out because there would be no place to retreat to if they were used over the valley.
Yet, no one really understood the necessity of such paranoid measures as that storm had occurred only once!
In recent years especially, there was word that an ancient plant that thrived in desert areas had been found and was being transported to Oasis City. Its arrival was imminent. And if it could successfully lead to the conquering of the desert, that would mean the planet could be vastly populated and increased inter-stellar traffic could bring with it protection and news about that fearsome enemy from days of yore.
“Shouldn’t we get home?” Shaun asked no one in particular. The three boys still had their faces pressed to the window, watching the gathering storm increase in darkness and ferocity. “We’re hostelites. Where can we go?” Raymond remarked, “back to the hostel I suppose. But is that safer?”
Residences were located toward the centre of the city while industries and plantations were more toward the outskirts. Food production plants though were also built closer to the city centre.
The school was only a few kilometres from the edge of the city. Surrounding the city was the city wall. Thick stone and overlaid with layers of dura-steel, it would take a lot of heavy artillery to bring down the wall. That said, a wall could only keep ground troops out. Their enemies could simply fly over the wall. However, around the city centre, a force field, up to the radius of 50 kilometres, would be activated once the threat of the storm pirates was deemed real. The PA announcement suggested that the threat was very real.
The boys had a choice. They came from off-world and their homes were not here on the planet. Their parents would not be able to get to them once the storm began. While the rest of the hostelites might be comfortable cowering with the rest of the civilians, the three boys wanted some action.
Coming from farming communities, they had some experience with firearms and were sure that they could handle whatever the Oasis guards were using.
“Ah, the folly of youth.” A familiar voice rang out from behind the trio. They turned to see their lecturer Dr Antonio Weis decked out in military togs complete with gear and rifle. Understanding their incredulous stares, he explained, “All staff have some form of military training or other you know, we’re not all drones or protocol droids.”
The boys couldn’t believe it. Dr “C3PO” Tony was militarily trained? “We want to defend the city,” Clement managed to say. “You mean, you want some action, some adventure, some shot at glory!” Dr Tony replied. “Yes!” the trio shouted.
“Come on then,” Dr Tony said evenly.
“Really?” they gushed.
“OF COURSE NOT!!!! What do you think I am? Allowing three kids to go into battle?! There may not even be a battle! We could all get pulverised with the first salvo. Who knows how many ships those demons have? You’re not even trained! I could go on and on.” Dr Tony exclaimed.
“But we can shoot! We’ve had to keep our herds safe from wild creatures and such, so we’ve handled weapons before,” Raymond protested.
Dr Tony looked thoughtful for a while. Then he nodded, saying, “Alright then. You’re with me. I’ll have to speak to my OC but we’re a reserve unit anyway, hopefully, we won’t be called into action. But you must stick with me at all times.”
“Yes!” the trio exclaimed.
chp 2a
It had started out as boring day for Shaun. Sitting in the lecture, he had spaced out for a while, staring out the window at the bright sunshine. He had been trying to read what Clement was typing on his computer but when the text was blocked by Clement’s body, Shaun realised that it would be very obvious to his lecturer that he was more interested in what Clement was doing.
So he had taken to staring out the window. That’s when he noticed thick grey specks on the horizon. At least, along the mountain ranges on the horizon. Rain fell infrequently on the planet, still, grey clouds were nothing spectacular. However, this time, he noticed that the storm front was very much wider.
He softly kicked Clement’s chair. In response, Clement leaned back while his fingers continued typing without pause. “Look out the window at the storm front,” Shaun whispered.
Clement turned his head and squinted. Then he called up his Instant Message programme and texted a message to another classmate.
Raymond was sitting at the front of the class but his computer screen was showing the latest results for the city’s football league. However, Raymond’s eyes were now focused outside the window.
The storm front was growing wider and darker. Suddenly, an announcement came through the Public Address system, “Attention all citizens, the government has declared a state of emergency due to the impending storm. Please return to your homes and stay indoors. Supplies will be rationed. Looters will be severely dealt with.”
“Oh my, the thousand year storm,” the Lecturer remarked as he looked out the window. Turning back to the class, he dismissed them without any homework, urging them to return home immediately. Then without waiting for the class to empty, he had left the room and headed to his office.
So he had taken to staring out the window. That’s when he noticed thick grey specks on the horizon. At least, along the mountain ranges on the horizon. Rain fell infrequently on the planet, still, grey clouds were nothing spectacular. However, this time, he noticed that the storm front was very much wider.
He softly kicked Clement’s chair. In response, Clement leaned back while his fingers continued typing without pause. “Look out the window at the storm front,” Shaun whispered.
Clement turned his head and squinted. Then he called up his Instant Message programme and texted a message to another classmate.
Raymond was sitting at the front of the class but his computer screen was showing the latest results for the city’s football league. However, Raymond’s eyes were now focused outside the window.
The storm front was growing wider and darker. Suddenly, an announcement came through the Public Address system, “Attention all citizens, the government has declared a state of emergency due to the impending storm. Please return to your homes and stay indoors. Supplies will be rationed. Looters will be severely dealt with.”
“Oh my, the thousand year storm,” the Lecturer remarked as he looked out the window. Turning back to the class, he dismissed them without any homework, urging them to return home immediately. Then without waiting for the class to empty, he had left the room and headed to his office.
chp 1c
The rest of the journey was rather uneventful. The surprising thing was that the ship didn’t break down at all. Bert expertly brought the ship into orbit around the planet before breaking into atmosphere. The sky was unusually cloudy since this was largely a desert planet. There was one body of water that was icy cold that somehow sustained life around it like an oasis while outside of its periphery the howling winds blew hot, burning sand around the desert.
Lightning flashed in the distance as the ship skimmed above the clouds. “It looks like one of those rare thunderstorms we’ve heard about,” Ben remarked. Bert nodded in agreement. Soon he aimed the nose down a little more and began to descend into the cloud. The Nav computer began a soft beeping as it locked onto the landing signal broadcast by a beacon at the city’s landing pad.
Ben put on his headphones and fiddled with the communications equipment. “I don’t seem to be picking up any signals,” Ben announced, frowning a little. Bert was now concentrating on keeping the ship headed toward the city as it descended through the clouds. By now, the winds of the storm and the air-pockets were ensuring that their descent was a bumpy one.
The storm was very bad. As soon as the ship cleared the thick cloud cover, they were met with lightning and heavy rain. The sky was very dark now and even with the ship’s lights on, there was little visibility. Ben turned down the illumination in the cockpit so that they could see out the viewports better.
Bright flashes lit up the sky frequently and then suddenly Bert jerked on the controls as another flash went by the ship. “That wasn’t lightning!” They both exclaimed.
As they crested a mountain range and entered the airspace overlooking the valley where the city was, they saw the area swarming with all sorts of craft. There were spacecraft and craft designed for atmospheric flying only. Tanks and other ground vehicles were moving around on the valley floor, their presence announced by lasers and tracer shells criss-crossing the valley and the occasional shots up toward the sky.
Bert slammed on the brakes and killed the ship’s lights. The wind was making it hard to hover and the mountain peaks were craggy. Ben checked the Nav computer to see if there was a suitable landing site on the mountain range. “Come on, can’t the computer work any faster?” Bert asked, “It will only be a matter of time before somebody spots us.”
Another stray shot of laser flashed past the ship but Bert held the ship steady. The hull of the ship was painted black so even though the laser shot would have lighted her up, it might not have been noticed.
“Ok, got one good spot,” Ben announced, “I’ve fed the data into the autopilot.” Bert shook his head, saying, “Are you crazy? You’d trust the autopilot to land this thing in this kind of weather?” Still, it was better than trying to do it visually.
Bert reluctantly flipped the controls over to the autopilot and the ship immediately started to rock as the autopilot began to compensate for the buffeting by the winds. Then slowly, it began to inch forwards and downwards towards the landing spot. Miraculously, the ship’s computer landed the ship in one piece.
Meanwhile, the battle over the valley was raging on.
Lightning flashed in the distance as the ship skimmed above the clouds. “It looks like one of those rare thunderstorms we’ve heard about,” Ben remarked. Bert nodded in agreement. Soon he aimed the nose down a little more and began to descend into the cloud. The Nav computer began a soft beeping as it locked onto the landing signal broadcast by a beacon at the city’s landing pad.
Ben put on his headphones and fiddled with the communications equipment. “I don’t seem to be picking up any signals,” Ben announced, frowning a little. Bert was now concentrating on keeping the ship headed toward the city as it descended through the clouds. By now, the winds of the storm and the air-pockets were ensuring that their descent was a bumpy one.
The storm was very bad. As soon as the ship cleared the thick cloud cover, they were met with lightning and heavy rain. The sky was very dark now and even with the ship’s lights on, there was little visibility. Ben turned down the illumination in the cockpit so that they could see out the viewports better.
Bright flashes lit up the sky frequently and then suddenly Bert jerked on the controls as another flash went by the ship. “That wasn’t lightning!” They both exclaimed.
As they crested a mountain range and entered the airspace overlooking the valley where the city was, they saw the area swarming with all sorts of craft. There were spacecraft and craft designed for atmospheric flying only. Tanks and other ground vehicles were moving around on the valley floor, their presence announced by lasers and tracer shells criss-crossing the valley and the occasional shots up toward the sky.
Bert slammed on the brakes and killed the ship’s lights. The wind was making it hard to hover and the mountain peaks were craggy. Ben checked the Nav computer to see if there was a suitable landing site on the mountain range. “Come on, can’t the computer work any faster?” Bert asked, “It will only be a matter of time before somebody spots us.”
Another stray shot of laser flashed past the ship but Bert held the ship steady. The hull of the ship was painted black so even though the laser shot would have lighted her up, it might not have been noticed.
“Ok, got one good spot,” Ben announced, “I’ve fed the data into the autopilot.” Bert shook his head, saying, “Are you crazy? You’d trust the autopilot to land this thing in this kind of weather?” Still, it was better than trying to do it visually.
Bert reluctantly flipped the controls over to the autopilot and the ship immediately started to rock as the autopilot began to compensate for the buffeting by the winds. Then slowly, it began to inch forwards and downwards towards the landing spot. Miraculously, the ship’s computer landed the ship in one piece.
Meanwhile, the battle over the valley was raging on.
chp 1b
Suddenly the ship lurched as Bert changed gears and sent them into a side-slip. “Bert! Why are we drifting?! There aren’t any corners in space!” Ben exclaimed as he held on to his nav console. “Ah! But we’re passing close to a planet so I can use the gravitational pull to slingshot us around the other side and save us some fuel!” Bert gleefully replied. Ben knew the manoeuvre. It had been first performed by some really ancient space travellers trying to catch up to a giant meteoroid that was headed to their home planet. Apparently, it worked.
The ship groaned as the metal plates strained against their bolts and then suddenly, Bert floored the accelerator for a short burst of fuel and they were through. The noise dropped to a hum as the ship drifted out of the planet’s gravitational pull at high speed.
The Nav computer beeped and Ben saw that they would arrive at their destination 3 hours ahead of time. “Well, good job… but maybe a little warning ahead of time would be helpful,” Ben remarked. Bert shrugged, “Whatever you say Cap’n.”
The ship groaned as the metal plates strained against their bolts and then suddenly, Bert floored the accelerator for a short burst of fuel and they were through. The noise dropped to a hum as the ship drifted out of the planet’s gravitational pull at high speed.
The Nav computer beeped and Ben saw that they would arrive at their destination 3 hours ahead of time. “Well, good job… but maybe a little warning ahead of time would be helpful,” Ben remarked. Bert shrugged, “Whatever you say Cap’n.”
Chp 1a
A spaceship hurtled through the dark void of space, its engines screaming at an angry whining annoying pitch that shouldn’t have happened because sound shouldn’t travel in a vacuum. Or does it? Well, sounds definitely travels within the confines of the piece of le se of a ship. No, that wasn’t fair, Ben thought. He lived on this ship. It was home. It was a mite old-ish and in danger of falling apart. That was why he thought of it as trash. However, he did buy it 2nd hand. Actually it might have been 100th hand for all he knew, used-spaceship dealers were seldom upfront about what their stuff had gone through. Still, it had been cheap.
Sitting at the helm, Bert kept his foot on the pedal that kept the fuel pumping into the engines of the ship that kept the ship hurtling through space that kept them on schedule for their current delivery job. Ben may have bought the ship but he was certain that he couldn’t fly it very well, especially when there were gears to be changed. So Ben had found Bert at the usual seedy bar-type cantinas depicted in all the old sci-fi classics. Bert had been regaling the anyone who would listen to him talk about his exploits in the great war piloting the renown Millennium Falcon. He was drawing great laughs because EVERYBODY knew it was General Han Solo and Chewbacca who piloted the Falcon, except during the attack on the 2nd Death Star when General Lando Calrissian took the helm. It was only after Bert got off the stage that Ben realised Bert was a stand-up comic.
However, Bert did have a legitimate driving license and his own cramped crate, out of which he lived and relied on for travelling to his sets, was becoming decrepit. So when Ben approached him to be the pilot of his ship, Bert readily agreed. It was a good deal because Bert could keep his job as a comic, have a place to stay, and earn a little commission from the delivery service they provided.
Ben sat huddled over his navigation console. If there was anything he could do, it was to read a map. Well, the nav computer helped. Besides the falling prices of technology made Galaxy Positioning Systems affordable. Still, one had to either purchase star maps or find them via utorrent.
Sitting at the helm, Bert kept his foot on the pedal that kept the fuel pumping into the engines of the ship that kept the ship hurtling through space that kept them on schedule for their current delivery job. Ben may have bought the ship but he was certain that he couldn’t fly it very well, especially when there were gears to be changed. So Ben had found Bert at the usual seedy bar-type cantinas depicted in all the old sci-fi classics. Bert had been regaling the anyone who would listen to him talk about his exploits in the great war piloting the renown Millennium Falcon. He was drawing great laughs because EVERYBODY knew it was General Han Solo and Chewbacca who piloted the Falcon, except during the attack on the 2nd Death Star when General Lando Calrissian took the helm. It was only after Bert got off the stage that Ben realised Bert was a stand-up comic.
However, Bert did have a legitimate driving license and his own cramped crate, out of which he lived and relied on for travelling to his sets, was becoming decrepit. So when Ben approached him to be the pilot of his ship, Bert readily agreed. It was a good deal because Bert could keep his job as a comic, have a place to stay, and earn a little commission from the delivery service they provided.
Ben sat huddled over his navigation console. If there was anything he could do, it was to read a map. Well, the nav computer helped. Besides the falling prices of technology made Galaxy Positioning Systems affordable. Still, one had to either purchase star maps or find them via utorrent.
Just another space story...
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away…
It was 9am. Classes were in session but Shaun wondered how many of his classmates were awake. The droning voice of the teacher went on and on. All around, students were hunched over their mobile computers. Most were taking notes, some were surfing the Internet and one was busy typing away, not quite paying attention to what went on around him, lost in his own daydream, writing down what looked like a story. Shaun read over his friend’s shoulder in the hope that prose flowing from a half-awake, daydreaming student might be infinitesimally more interesting than the drone of C3P0.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)