Chapter 6: Spinning wheels

December 5, 2008

The station’s mainframe rumbled internally, and all its portals shook violently. The epicenter was the Standback coffee shop.
Blinding white light, tinged with a hue of electric blue, flashed in through the coffee bar windows at Standback’s, and momentarily blinded the occupants! Standback.cfee gasped, and inverted into his usual slimy ball of green goo. Stavros.dctr spluttered on his drink, and keeled over. But Wilma, level-headed and smart, whipped out her Trusty Sonic Screwdriver ™, and hunkered down into a defensive poise. With her hand shading her eyes, she kept her senses sharp for anything around her. Read the rest of this entry »


Chapter 5 In the Nick of time

December 4, 2008

Ten para-minutes after going to I-Drive, 10% of the ticket class warships of the RARS Empire dropped back to C-drive. The battleships had the appearance of broken mosaic tiles enthusiastically glued together. The underlying colour of the fleet was cream and ochre, but the tiles offered flashes of reds, blues, and greens, that belied their gaudy and stylistic origin.

Aboard the lead ship, the GE Problem, Captain Admirable Remedy rounded on his crew. He was very annoyed.
“What in rars is going on? That’s the fifth time this week the server engine has failed. Get me engineering on the comm!” he roared. He was a thin, boney man of late middle-age, with a fairly rattish face, and quick jerky movements fuelled by a ceaseless energy. He paced the captain’s deck impatiently. Read the rest of this entry »

Chapter 4 The Dark One makes the scene

December 2, 2008

Meanwhile, the Domino war fleet was making its way through the void. They had travelled almost a hundred light years to this point, and soon their destination would be in visual range. The sleek, deadly stiletto shapes of the Gentlemen’s fighters, their allies, maintained tight formation around the ponderous black and white battleships.

The spy was already in place, their cannon had been re-fitted, and they had just received confirmation that the RARS Fleet had been escalated. Within a matter of para-hours they would be at their target : the WebWorld9! Read the rest of this entry »

Chapter 3 – The Server arrives

December 1, 2008

The HMS Server trawled through the inky void. Stars nova’d to the left. Wormholes slugged it out with black holes to the right. “I’m stuck in the middle with you”, mused Captain Hard-Grafft Slogs. He was bored. Ahhhh, this was the life, he thought. His impeccable servers were so stable they made a flat plane look wonky. The HMS Server was a blocky tower of a space ship, designed for function rather than style, its coloured running lights breaking up the stern browns and greys of the hull. If it came anywhere near gravity, the contest would be short-lived. Like a dog and its owner, the captain had a chubby build, and was not known for making impulsive rash actions. He wore the kind of vague smile on his round face that made one wonder if he was truly present in this reality. Still, he was more than happy with his lot, and that was all that mattered, after all. Read the rest of this entry »

Chapter 2 – The Giant Pizza

November 30, 2008

Rhett Crisko lent back in his swivel leather armchair, and fumbled distractedly with his prize possession, a leather flying cap with goggles personally autographed by his hero, Captain Ace P. Lott. So the leather had had to be replaced over the years, and the signature had faded to a few grubby marks, but still, it was the thought that counted! His office was neat and tidy, and decorated with a minimal touch, usually a location for peace and solitude. But today, something was in the air, and it polluted the serene ambiance of his chambers. Crisko was the commander of the station and a Captain in the Terran Galactic Starforce, sandy-haired with a firm jaw. He had been a member of the elite military force for a number of years now and was considered the Old Man of the fleet even if he was one of the younger ones.
He longed to be a freighter pilot: the military life was not his idea of fun. In fact it always annoyed him that he kept getting promoted when all he was trying to do was avoid being sacked.
And this gnawing feeling of imminent trouble didn’t help. Read the rest of this entry »

Chapter 1 – Into the Fat

November 30, 2008

The Universe is a big place. Take our word for it, it is. In fact, there’s not only a lot of space, what with the pasta and the anti-pasta, and a certain amount of fat, but there’s quite a bit of time, as well.
And the unfortunate thing about time is that it’s a bit messy. You have things like the ‘past’ and the ‘future’ snapping at the heels of the ‘present’, the only sane one amongst them. You see, you know where you are with the present: it’s right there beside you, pretty clear cut, and no nonsense. Yet even so, time keeps moving, anarchically keeping one on the hop, with the skill of a renegade military organisation. Read the rest of this entry »


November 29, 2008

It was a lovely Monday morning. The sky was a brilliant blue, the birds were singing brightly, people were smiling gaily. And Nick was walking into work. Which, of course, is the way of things because it always poured with rain during the weekend. Nick was a tall, lanky man, handsome in a floppy fringe and easy-grin sort of way, formerly from Croydon, who had joined the call centre in Cardiff only recently, much to the disgust of his father who had a “proper job” in the postal service. Read the rest of this entry »