Space Slugs

SPACE SLUG FEST

By Len Morgan

 

Somewhere in the Oort cloud, several light years from Earth, a meteor from deep space collided with a mass the size of a small planet.  It shattered like crushed honeycomb. The impact released a shower of debris in the direction of the solar system.   Millions of years later the first missiles arrived in the vicinity of the asteroid belt, just beyond Mars.                                                                                           

    Gemma and Clive Simmons, a married couple, are partners in private enterprise. They are members of a consortium, together with eleven other craft, prospecting and mining metals in the asteroid belt.  The work is dangerous, hard, and repetitive, but financially rewarding. Their days consist of crushing and grinding the rocks on the surface of a likely asteroid, eating into it with diamond drill bits. Like worms eating into an apple, their 'RockHopper', designated RH09, was assigned to sector 9 of the asteroid belt.  They were mining a group of metal rich asteroids. RH09 was in the process of electronically tagging and disengaging from asteroid R09761. They’d just identified deposits on asteroid R09762, when they were bombarded by a swarm of meteorites.  They were unlike anything they had previously encountered.  The missiles struck the hull of the craft, shaking it like an earthquake. They stuck to the RH09's outer skin as if they were magnetic.

    "There's somebody at the door, Clive. Will you get it?"

    "Huh, funny girl!  I'll suit up while you wind in the snorkel.  Let's see what they're made of, could be worth collecting."

    "Feed em into hopper #3 then we can crush and dissect them at leisure.  Should be enough room in there, we don't have a full load yet."

    Clive suited up, checked the air pressure on his tanks, and said "I’m going out..." The ship sucked air from the airlock and on his return, half an hour later, refilled it.

    "Strange little buggers, pretty uniform, about the size of a tennis ball, flattened on one side.  Had to prize them off the hull like limpets, they left trails cleared of dust as they moved. Fortunately, they only hit us with glancing blows as if they all came from one source.  I collected a dozen, they're in the bin, and there are plenty more scattered around on this rock.  Do you need a hand disengaging the hoses while I’m out here?"

    "No thanks.  While you were out gallivanting with your friends, I kept on working as always."

    "Good girl.  So, I'll catch a little shuteye while you set a trajectory for R09762?"

     An hour later, she woke him up "Clive!  There’s something weird happening in H3, I think it’s sprung a leak.  It was three quarters full when you loaded those globes now it’s only half full.  Are you sure one of those impacts didn't breach the hull?"

    "What?  You’re joshing me; there were just a few minor paint scrapings outside."

    "Well something's wrong!  Get off yer ass and check it out!"

    "Yes boss, anything you say, boss." He made his way to H3 and checked the atmosphere, it was stable.  "Well, we're not leaking air so, are you sure those readings are correct?"

    "Sure as your name is Floyd, It is, isn't it?"

    "You know my name!  So, I'll open H3 and find out what's amiss."

    "Careful man, there's not much gravity in there."

     He rolled his eyes, hauled himself up by the rope ladder, hand over hand, unlatched the hopper, and raised the hatch. "That's odd, those balls have tripled in size, what are they doing eating rocks?"  As he watched, one of the balls moved leaving a silvery metallic slime trail.  “The surface of the scrape is covered in their slime.  I don't believe it, they're excreting pure metals and they’ve increased to the size of basketballs."

    "Can you get them out of there before they grow any bigger?  If they're growing at that rate, they'll soon outgrow the hopper and take over the ship."

    "I'll need some help there, Gem, we'll need to set up a winch outside to haul them out.  I’d really like to know where the hell they came from." 

      An hour later they were both suited up, and standing beside the ship watching a dozen boulders slide slowly away from the ship.  They began collecting the slug slime, which proved to be an amalgam of various metals.

    “They’re moving under their own steam, which means they could be alive.”

    “It would be nice to keep one, eh Gem?  Then we wouldn’t need to cart our ore back to the mother ship to be transported to moon base for smelting.  But, there’s a directive somewhere about reporting extraterrestrial contacts to the ECC back on Earth.”

    “We probably need to consult the others, let’s make a collective decision before we relinquish this find.” 

     Two days later the consortium gathered in the mother ship.  Almost all the RockHopper crews there had encountered the balls.  Space slugs was the consensus, and the best description they came up with.

    “So it’s unanimous, we pass the news on to Moon base.  They take the lion’s share of our scrape, so they can have the responsibility for reporting this to ECC back on Earth,” said Voss, captain of the mother ship.

    “Has anybody else witnessed the larger ones fragmenting?  We saw one separate into twenty-seven, small, golf ball-sized pieces.  I thought it had died but the pieces just kept on eating,” said Lin Chou from RH04.

     Three days later, a report came in from Captain Voss.

    “I’ve contacted moon base, they’ve been bombarded with the little buggers. They’ve been landing on Earth as well but the heat of entry has turned them into glass balls. They are confirmed to be a silicon-based life form.  ECC has named their various compounds as Silicarb’s.  Left to their own devices, they will decimate the asteroid belt in a hundred or so years, depending on their rate of reproduction.” 

    “S’pose we could seal them in metal tanks, and limit their food supply.”

    “Maybe we could fire them into the Sun.”

    “Yea the heat would sure stabilize them,” said Gem.

    “Or, we could fire them back into the Oort cloud where they came from.”

    “What if the Oort wasn’t where they came from Clive?”

    “What if they are left unchecked, what could they do to the moon?  Will they eventually die off, or will they just go on forever, and devour everything…” 

     It was an amateur astronomer, Constatine Christodoulou, who discovered an asteroid, not on the NEO listings.  It will either pass very close to, or collide with Earth.  It’s a rock the size of Mont Blanc.  A hit would have a devastating effect, likely resulting in the extinction of all life on earth.  The asteroid was designated as ‘Christo2175’.

    “Gem, I’ve just received a vid from the mother ship about asteroid 2175.  Did you hear it?” Clive asked.

    “No, What?”

    “According to Voss the ECC have procedures in play to change its course but it’s coming from an unexpected direction.  It leaves little time for them to redeploy their missiles.”

    “Why is he telling us?”

    “Moonbase has an alternative backup plan in the event ECC’s plan fails.”

    “Involving us?”

    “Their plan is for us to gather medium sized slugs and aim them towards 2175,” said Clive. 

    “It’s a shot in the dark.  We have no way of guiding them.  But, we have to find 2175 first, it will be like finding an ant in the Sahara desert.” 

    “Voss says we need to come up with a method of delivery, all suggestions will be considered, we have only weeks to save ourselves and the Earth.”

    “What if we empty our hoppers and fill them with the small ones…” Gemma said.

    “It’s a suggestion, I’ll pass it on.” 

    Two hours later, “There’s a vid from Voss coming through, Clive. He says others have come up with the same idea, but Moonbase doubts we will be able to carry enough Slugs to eat the bulk of the asteroid in the time remaining. They suggest that if they supply us with steel nets we could drag a much larger quantity between us.  At a guess, we could double or even treble our payload.  They think that would help. Your thoughts Clive?” 

    “Well, that might still be marginal, but if ECC’s nukes don’t succeed we might be humanity's only chance of survival. Are our twelve ships the only ones available, Gem?  ”

    “No, apparently they’re sending every available craft including the junkyard collectors.  In all there are over 200 craft; we leave at 1200 SST (Sol Standard Time).  So let’s spread our nets and cart as many slugs as we can carry to the flotilla at the meeting point they’ve given us.” 

    “I bet RockHoppers are the only ones dragging the slugs Gem.”

    “Horses for courses, Clive.  They’ve spotted asteroid 2175 crossing the orbit of Venus.”

    “Let’s get out there and sling our load in its direction.” 

     The flotilla had previously agreed on the slingshot method of delivery.  It took them two days to reach asteroid 2175 and shower it with slugs.  They stood off to watch them do their thing.

     Voss here “Three hours later, ECC has calculated that the metallic mass remaining could still result in an extinction event on Earth.  They can’t give us any further help they used up their stock missiles before we arrived.  They are reduced to praying for a miracle!”  The airways were silent. 

    “Gemma went over the open mike! Does anybody have suggestions of something we could try?  If we don’t come up with a plan, we’ll have no home to go back too” 

      The airways remained silent but RH09 nosed in towards the meteor, and slowly nudged into a crater.  They’re executing a Slo-Ram, a technique routinely used by prospectors to nudge smaller asteroids into a stable state before mining operations could begin. 

     Gemma broke the silence.  “RH09 doesn’t have enough power to change its direction, but if we all Slo-Ram, we might be able to move it!” 

    “Come on RockHopper’s let’s see what our combined weight can do at full thrust.” Voss encouraged.  Then slowly the ‘dirty dozen’ nosed in.  With full jets thrusting they fired for an hour, the asteroid moved, but according ECC on Earth, it was still not enough.

    “Our fuel is getting low,” said Clive.  At this rate, we’ll soon be stranded here in the back of beyond.”

    “Back off!  Pull away!” said Voss.  The RockHooper’s backed away, “Any other suggestions?” 

    “This Slo-Ram is a new one on me,” said Captain Heeney one of the freighter captains, “Let’s give it a try.   

    Within half an hour, a hundred ships of all kinds were doing a Slow-Ram and their combined thrusters moved it several degrees in an hour.  They backed off while the remaining ships moved in to do their stint. 

    “ECC say if we can change its direction by a further 5 degrees, it will miss Earth entirely and be on course for splashdown on Sol.” 

    Heeney drew in a deep breath, and yelled, “Thank goodness for Rockhopper’s; and for prayer.” 

Copyright Len Morgan

Haiku 4U

 Haiku 4U ~ 01

by Robert Kingston

Haiku 4U ~ 02

Haiku 4U ~ 03

Haiku 4U ~ 04

Copyright Robert Kingston

NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION

 NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTION

By Bob French

Humphrey sat back and looked down at the Christmas presents he had just received from the tree by the hand of his sister Jean.  As he contemplated them, he noticed that his and all the other presents were wrapped in the same wrapping paper. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dorothy’s face turn to thunder as she unwrapped her presents, but thought nothing of it.  Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by Jim, Jean’s brother, a rough and ready builder by trade, who slumped down beside him.

“Hay Humph, how you doing mate?  Haven’t seen you since we went on that boat trip down the Thames last summer.  You know, when you puked all over Mother and little Christine.”  His voice carried across the room, causing many to laugh at him and some to groan.

Jim was about twenty-five; tanned, with ice blue eyes, and built like an Irish toilet.  His lack of decorum was made up by his fast-talking wit and charm which he used on the ladies, regardless of their age.

“Fine Jim, how’s business with you? keeping busy?” Humphrey knew that when speaking to Jim, it was best to stick to subjects he knew about rather than the cost of living or the war in Ukraine.

“Made a couple of grand last month renovating an old house over in Wickford.  It was owned by some ponce who had retired from the Conservative Party or something.  And you?  Still, pushing your pen around ledgers?

Humphrey was an accountant and had been since leaving school.  He had, as suggested by his father, started at the bottom, but instead of rising slowly through the ranks, he had stayed at the bottom. Overlooked and regularly criticized by his managers as being too slow and a little too honest.  This last misdemeanor had caused him the loss of Mildred, his wife of some ten years.

Mildred was the daughter of Roger Harvest, the manager of the local bank and when Mildred mentioned that her husband was an accountant, Roger thought to push some business his way.  That was the first mistake because after Humphrey had gone through the books, he found that Roger had omitted to declare a number of taxes to Her Majesties Inspector of Taxes.  Secondly, rather than sit down with Roger and explain his findings and then how he could overcome the issue, he informed the tax man, causing the preverbal poo hit the fan.

The first he knew something was amiss was when he was called into his boss’s office, and after an hour of being yelled at and criticized for being incompetent and a dead weight in the company, was told to get out.

That night as he pushed his front door open, he felt the place cold. After calling out for Mildred and getting no reply, started to slowly search his home. He found her letter on the kitchen table.  She had left him, claiming that what he had promised her on their wedding day of being a successful accountant and living in a nice house in Billericay with a car each and a couple of kids, had failed to materialize. Now alone, his sister Jean had taken pity on him and included him in any family celebrations.  He had always found an excuse to duck out of these events, but this year, he had failed to convince her, and so, was duty bound to attend.  Her parting words were “Don’t bother to bring presents, I’ve bought everyone a present or two.”

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of two children giggling behind the sofa but chose to ignore them.  He hated kids, especially those two brats belonging to Jean.  Arrogant, spoilt and rude. He recalled the time when he had been given a plastic bottle of water at the family summer picnic and after a brisk game of football with the family, had sat down next to Jean’s beautifully laid out picnic, took a deep swig from the bottle, only to find it was pure gin.  He had swallowed two or three deep gulps before realizing what he was drinking, then vomited up the foul-tasting alcohol, all over Jean’s masterpiece.

Since then, Humphrey was always on guard when these two miscreants were nearby.

It was nearing nine at night when Humphrey made his apologies and left, taking his unopened Christmas presents with him.  As he left, Jean quietly mentioned that if he didn’t like the presents, he could take them back to the House of Fraser down at Lakeside and they would give him a credit note.

A few days before New Year’s day, Jill popped her head around his door.

“Hey, have you heard?  The boss is throwing a work’s New Year’s party in a restaurant down by the House of Fraser in Lakeside. You coming?”

Humphrey had liked Jill, but being married, felt that she was out of bounds and was about to decline her invitation, then realised that he could pop into the House of Fraser, exchange his unopened Christmas presents, then join the party.

“Jill, I’d love to come.”

The journey down to Lakeside was sadly lacking in Christmas or New Year’s spirit.  As he stepped down from the minibus he called out.

“I’m just going to change my Christmas presents at The House of Fraser.  I’ll meet you all in the restaurant,” and started to walk away from his work colleagues who had already started to window shop.

“Hang on Humph, we’ll come with you.  I have heard that the House of Fraser has a great New Year window display,” yelled one of the girls.  Humphrey spun around to see that the girls, led by Jill from the typing pool, and a few of the senior managers, had decided to join him.

In his defense, he called out that “It’s OK, they always buy me things that I don't need, you know, men’s things.” Thinking that he did not need to explain that every Christmas he always got socks or handkerchiefs.

He finally found the customer care counter and was a little surprised to find it busy, but more concerning, was that everyone seemed to have followed him into the store.

“Good evening, Sir.  How can I help you?”  The woman was in her early twenties and wore a badge that declared her to be a trainee.

“Yes, good evening, Miss.  These are my Christmas presents which I wish to hand back and obtain a credit note please.”

“Certainly Sir, let me unwrap them for you.  By this time everyone had gathered around Humphrey, eager to see what he had received for Christmas. All of a sudden those around him fell silent and Humphrey looked back into the face of the young trainee, who had started to blush.

“What is it?”

Very slowly the young woman pulled out a pair of black stockings, a bright red garter, a matching garter belt, and a pair of scanty black lace knickers.

No one spoke for a few seconds, then Jill, who had been standing next to him quietly whispered to him, with a grin on her face.

“Humph you dirty old man.  If I knew you were kinky, I’d have bought you something like these ages ago.”

Suddenly everyone was laughing at him, but Jill, realizing his dilemma and quietly took his hand and squeezed it.

Before he could snatch the other unopened present from the trainee, she had ripped off the wrapping paper and tore open the box which contained seven pairs of raunch knickers each with the day of the week and a very suggestive logo on each pair.

Humphrey suddenly leaned across the counter and grabbed at the wrapping paper.  Then he saw it.  Those two little devils had switched the labels on the Christmas presents.  It was then that the image of Dorothy’s expression flashed across his mind and he relised what they had done.

Suddenly everyone was laughing at the presents and not him.  Jill, who held onto him, leant into him and gave him a quick kiss, and whispered with a huge grin on her face, “You are naughty, but I like it.”

A couple of the senior managers slapped Humphrey on the back, grinning at him and wishing him a happy New Year. Then the whole party was moving towards the restaurant; the mood had changed; everyone was laughing and chattering and in high spirits. Jill had taken Humphrey by the hand and drifted to the back of the crowd as they entered the restaurant.

“So Humph, what is your New Year’s resolution?”

He smiled at her and then gently kissed her.  “I was wondering if you would like to come and live with me?”

With a huge grin on her face, she whispered into his ear. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Copyright Bob French

DO YOU REMEMBER?

                                    

 DO YOU REMEMBER?

 by Richard Banks                 

                                                                                                                 

I was still in that drowsy state of waking when I realised there was a visitor. I wondered who it would be: my wife, mother, brother, George, whoever George was. All had come and spoken of others who intended coming. My family was evidently a large one. There were also friends. Their get well cards numbered thirty.

         I hoped, when I opened my eyes, it would not my wife again. One should feel a special attachment to a wife; I must admit I felt none. The woman was not unattractive, although possibly a little older than myself. We were, she said, twenty years married. Our son was called Michael, he had just started work for a firm of stock brokers. The three of us lived in Benfleet. I was Chief Clerk of a City bank. The rest, she considered, was best left until I was feeling better. Her voice had a monotonous drone I found irritating. I compared her unfavourably to the unpaid volunteer, who, since the previous day, had been helping out on the Ward. I looked forward to meeting her but so far had only seen her pass by the sometimes open door of my single room.

         My visitor coughed. It was a man's cough. I decided to see who it was. An elderly man looked back at me. The lines on his face rearranged themselves into what might have been a smile. I smiled too, as well as the bandages on my face would allow.

         “I don't suppose you remember me?” he said with the sad resignation of someone whose fate  was to be anonymous. 

         I shook my head.

         “Didn't think you would, I'm your father. Expect you were hoping for someone more distinguished. Just as well you take after your mother's side of the family.”

         I recalled my first visitor of the day: a large woman in her fifties with bleached hair who insisted I call her Ma.

         “What do I call you?” I asked.

         “Oh, Dad will do.”

         “Not Pa?”

         “No Pa is your mother's husband.”

         “But I thought you were married to my mother.”

         His hangdog expression was suddenly animated by a facial twitch that caused his right cheek to vibrate. I was about to summon a nurse when the vibrations subsided and he continued speaking.

         “That's what I thought. Also thought I owned a three bed semi in Southend, but it's all gone now. Your mother's solicitor saw to that.”

         “So you and Ma are divorced then?”

         He nodded.

         “And where do you live now?”

         “In a bedsit on the Kursaal Estate. It's not too bad. Small but cosy. Just room for Joey and the TV.”

         “Joey?” I asked.

         “Yes, Joey the budgie. He's not much of a talker but he's better company than your mother.”

         I decided to steer the conversation in the direction of myself. “So Dad, I expect you be wanting to say something that will jog my memory.”

         He managed to look thoughtful and bewildered at the same time.

         “I mean, what can you tell me about my life, the things I've done that were important to me.”

         “You mean like driving off that cliff?”

         I took a deep breath. “Yes, that will do.”

         “Well it certainly got you into the 'papers. Also got you in here. It's a wonder you're not in the cemetery. As if going over that cliff wasn't enough you had to land on the Fenchurch Street line and get hit by a train. Wreckage all over the place. No more trains until Monday.  You aren't very popular with the commuters I can tell you. That's about it really. ...Have you remembered anything?”

         I shook my head.

         “No, didn't think you had. When you do you'll have a lot of explaining to do.”

         “You mean about the accident; how it happened like?

         He looked ill at ease as though he had said too much. “Yes, that as well.”

         “As well as what?” I asked.

         He responded with what I hoped was a non-sequitur. “Has that police chappy been in to see you yet?”

         “No,” I said.

         “Probably best to leave it to him.”

         “Leave what? Look Dad, if there's something I ought to know don't you think you should be telling me first before the police do?”

         His face began twitching again. “Not sure I'm allowed to. Wouldn't want to be breaking the law.”

         “Dad, this is just between you and me. No one's listening. No one will ever know this conversation took place. Now, what is it the police want to talk to me about?”

         The nervous twitch went into overdrive. When he spoke it was as though someone was exerting a strong grip on his throat. “The money,” he spluttered.

         “What money?”

         “The money you took from the bank to pay your gambling debts. Fifty thousand so the papers say. At least that's how much they found in your car, what was left of it. Then there's that drugs gang that chased you off the cliff. I expect the police will be wanting to know where they fit in. No doubt it will all be clear once you remember. …Won't make no difference to the house though.”

         “What house is that?”

         “The one you failed to keep up the payments on. Being sold at auction next week. Alice wasn't too pleased I can tell you.”

         “Alice who?” I asked.

         “Alice your wife. She came to see you yesterday. Don't you remember?”

         I said that I did remember but that the woman in question had introduced herself as Ali.”

         “Yes, that be her. Tall woman with freckles. I take it she didn't say anything about the....”

         “About the what?”

         “About the.... Probably best if she tells you.”

         “But she's not here, Dad. So if there's any more bad news you might as well give it to me now. She wants out, is that it?”

         “She is out. Moved out when the bank sent in the bailiffs.”

         “I mean she wants out of our marriage.”

         “Yes that too. Says she's going to take you to the cleaners for everything you got. Don't suppose that will be much. At least your boy has a bob or two now he's started work; not that you'll  be seeing much of him once you're in prison.”

         “Is there anything else I should know?”

         “Well Southend lost five nil to Scunthorpe last night.”

         “And I'm a Southend supporter?”

         He nodded.

         “Not many reasons to be cheerful then?”

         He considered the question carefully and sighed. There was an awkward silence. He looked at his watch and announced his intention to leave before it got dark. I watched him shuffle off with a bag of foodstuffs he had purchased from the Pound shop and saw myself thirty years on.

         I was eyeing the window with a view to throwing myself through it when the pretty little voluntary worker I mentioned earlier appeared in the doorway. She was pushing a wheelchair on which sat the slumped figure of an unconscious policeman.

         “What's wrong with him?” I asked.

         “Sleeping pills in tea,” she replied matter of factly. “Now get out of bed and help me take off his uniform.”

         “Why?” I sensed I was in enough trouble as it was.

         “Because if you don't, we can't escape and you'll be found guilty of goodness knows what and sent to prison. Now get a move on before someone finds out he's not on guard in the corridor.  Oh and by the way I'm Glennis. You may not remember me but I'm your girl friend. Now this is what's going to happen. You get up, put on his uniform and we leave via the fire escape. Car to Burnham,  yacht to Amsterdam, collect new passports and off to Brazil. Any questions? On second thoughts questions later. But if you're having money thoughts the fifty K in the back of your car was just the small change. The rest is on the yacht. Oh don't look so worried; we're going to Rio: Sugar Loaf Mountain, Copacabana beach. That's got to be better than prison. Now let's have a big smile for your little Glennis. ...That's better.”

           My observations on better were delivered through clenched teeth. 

           “What's that you say? You weren't smiling, it was a grimace. Well of course you're hurting all over, but it's got to be done honey bunch. Big effort now. Button up that tunic, helmet on head and you're all ready to escort me to the car park. Isn't this exciting!”

         Before I could answer she flung her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. That's when it all came back to me, when I remembered how good life could be.

         “Are you ready?” she asked.

         You bet I was.

 

The End

Copyright Richard Banks

Tylywoch ~ 32

 Tylywoch ~ 32  Reunion 1

 by Len Morgan

   It was several hours after Aldor entered the City before he and Weilla finally found time for their reunion.   By then the palace was under the sure command of lieutenant Veille, and the Surbatt ringleaders were safely under lock and key.

   The Empress was adamant that she would bury her friend Cholou with full honours, and that it would be her first priority.    Cholou had made the supreme sacrifice whilst performing her duty, so she would allow no other business to take precedence.   Her mind was firm, and in that mood, nobody could dissuade her; if so inclined!

After the ceremony she made a public declaration to the crowd that assembled at the palace entrance "Today, I lay my best friend and loyal subject beneath the ground so that she may the sooner return to the wheel of life.   I bear no animosity toward her killers.   I will forgive, but cannot forget those who allowed themselves to become puppets of a foreign country.   I charge all members of the 9^th Clan loyal to the empire with the task of rooting out the treacherous architects of the attack that resulted in Cholou’s, and so many other needles deaths; be they high or low born.   As of this moment, the Surbatt is declared an illegal organization.   Henceforth, membership, aiding or actively supporting the sect will be a treasonous act punishable by death.   All Surbatt members currently in custody will be summarily executed like common criminals, and hung from the city walls, as warning to all who would contemplate similar acts of treason.”  She paused as the crowd voiced their approval. 

“By royal assent, From this day forward, all lands currently  administered by the 13^th Clan will be deemed theirs together with all income from goods and chattels therein.   Their unofficial Clan status will cease, as of today.  

We hereby decree the 13^th Clan will be recognised as an official member of the Cheilin Empire.   They will enjoy full Clan status, becoming equal partners, with equal voting rights.   This means They will be entitled to put forward a candidate for the office of Emperor/Empress when I eventually return to the wheel of life."

.-...-.

The Engagement @ Sea:

The sky was slate grey, but the storm had abated.    From the cliff tops of Ricc point, Terrek could see for twenty miles.   What he saw did not instil confidence in their ability to repel the invasion on the beaches.   He started to methodically count the ships, but gave up at two hundred.   There were many more vague shapes visible beyond, close to the horizon.   He closed his eyes: 

"There must be a fleet in excess of a thousand ships out there."  Said Orden the moment he made contact.   "If a third are carrying stores and equipment there will be in excess of 150,000 warriors out there on the river."

"We have 30,000 here, that's only 5 to 1 odds.   Aldor is bringing between 60 & 80,000." Terrek mused. 

"That means we still have to reduce the odds a little." Jax added. 

"I've been listening to your conversation!   We have the means to do just that Jax!"

"Baedan?" said Terrek in obvious surprise "So you have decided to return and take part in our little dispute…" 

"Who?" Jax asked. 

"Baedan is the wayward member of our family.   He sailed west ten years ago and hasn't been heard from since…"

"There was good reason Orden," said the newcomer, "I'll tell you about it when we meet face to face." 

"Baedan is the wiliest mariner you will ever meet," said Orden "What can you do for us?" 

"I have learned a few tricks in my travels, and I have a little surprise that will do the trick."

"There's a small fleet of ships creeping along the coast…" Terrek began. 

"That will be us.   If Terrek can see us we should be visible to Jax in about fifteen minutes.” 

"I see you." 

"Good!   I want you to watch and listen but maintain silence.   You should be able to see the large black ship near to the fore on your left?   Observe it!"  

Three of the smaller ships headed out, at a tangent, towards the enemy fleet, heading away from the black ship.   The black ship turned to run, others came to the fore to protect it.   The three allied ships continued on their same course splitting up to attack three individual targets.   The larger ships were the first into action, the plumed splashes of their missiles clearly visible in the wakes of the smaller empire ships.   It was immediately obvious that the smaller ships proved to be far more manoeuvrable, lower in the water and faster under sail.   As they approached their targets, their sails were shipped and their ballistos hurled two dozen small missiles into the rigging of the larger ships without apparent effect. 

Then, flames erupted from the two ships and they veered onto the paths of their own fleet.   The watchers on the cliffs could clearly see men abandoning ship, and other ships scurrying to avoid the approaching inferno's, and for long minutes chaos reigned.   There were a number of collisions in the congested channels. 

   Manoeuvrability was limited because the tide was now on the ebb.

Gouts of fire rose from all sides, and further confusion ensued, many ships were obviously reacting with panic.   Whilst Jax had been viewing that initial contact, the rest of the allied fleet had joined in the action, engaging individual targets throughout the front.   They continued in amongst the larger ships, wreaking havoc on either hand, continuing to rain fire on the transports and support vessels alike.   The allied ships had plenty of draft, and were highly manoeuvrable turning within their own length.   Just a hundred small ships were able to wreak havoc on the massed fleet from Bluttland.   It seemed that every ship within sight of land was afire. Then suddenly there were no more fires breaking out on the Blutt ships, the allied ships were out of fire balls.    The large vessels started to head for land.   Counting the ships, Jax realised it could still be possible for the invaders to push home a landing on a scale that could overwhelm the defenders.   A large proportion of the friendly ships fell back to prevent this happening.   But, things still looked grim.

"We are within two hours of the coast, we have 100,000 reinforcements with us and fifty balistos, hold them on the beach and we will crush them!    We don't want them to escape and return in five years with another army, I want them crushed now!   I want any survivors to quiver in fear at the thought of ever crossing that river again.   So we let them land and gain a foothold on the beaches then we fire the ships behind them and they are left with no means of escape." 

"It's Aldor!   Said Orden triumphantly.  "Things couldn't be better, glad you finally made it, we heard you were having a spot of bother back in the big city!" 

"Nothing we couldn't handle."

.-…-. 

Jax watched in amazement as the defenders, bolstered by Aldor’s contingent routed what remained of the invasion force.  The depleted fleet turned tail and ran for friendly ports back on the Blutt mainland.   The invasion was over but where was Aldor? 

Pockets of resistance remained, but with their fleet routed, It was simply a mopping up exercise.   They were apprehensive of the fact that somewhere out there lurked another Glamhorten and possibly another Wilden but, after tonight, the time of conjunction would be past.   It would be six months before conditions would again be favourable, but next time the Empire would be ready for them.   And, without the diversion of Taleen's uprising it would be considerably more difficult for them.

When Orden, Baedan, Terrek, Jax, and Aldor finally met face to face two months later (not two hours), they had already developed the rudiments of a communications code that would confuse and misdirect Bedelacq, who had obviously been listening in on their conversations and passing them on to his commanders.  

"He has violated the rules laid down for our conduct in this conflict" said Orden.

-...-.

Reunion 2:

"We were told you were dead…" Weilla began. 

"It was necessary.   But, Meillo would have known…" 

"When she returned to the wheel, I thought I was completely alone.   Then Galyx told me she would always be with me."  She tapped her forehead. 

Aldor nodded. "As she is with me kitten."

"But, when I tried to summon you, I found you were absent.   That was when I decided you were probably still alive," she said a tear forming in the corner of one eye. 

"Looking is always a good test" he smiled, pulling her into his embrace.   "She was always stronger than me.   When you were lost beneath the ice, and my thoughts dwelt selfishly on what I had lost, with your passing, I was close to breaking down.   Then I saw her strong resolute face and all the pain and hurt I felt was bearable, for her sake.   If I had broken, her mask would have crumbled.   She loved you so, but grief is a private thing to be shared by family…  Then I thought of you," he tapped his head "and immediately I knew you still lived!   Never forget that” he said tapping his forehead. 

"When I was sent to climb Metti Takka and go through the eye of the needle, I became lost and confused when dealing with a spirit.   You talked to me: 'Use your brain not your senses, this is a wraith!' you told me and my mind cleared…"

 "Ah yes, I remember it well!"   he said with an uncharacteristic smile that earned him a playful dig in the ribs.

"I'm not so old that you can mock me with impunity" she warned.   They embraced once more, "It's good to see you again." She declared. 

He smiled again, with utter contentment, "Me too kitten, me too." 

"I have to take up my position with the honour guard" Weilla explained to Aldor, "and I expect Galyx will be returning home as you are alive again?" 

"Not so, Galyx is to take over my role permanently as soon as he is able.   I am going away, and you are coming with me, as my acolyte, there are important things that you must learn," he replied "so that on your sixteenth birthday you will be able to  take full advantage from meeting an old friend, who will be able to complete your education."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"You will see soon enough.   Safe to say you will soon have grey hair and blue eyes just like me, before I decided to shave my head.   If you wish though, you could always dye it…" 

Weilla never got to serve in the palace or indeed to meet the Empress.   Before sunset both she and Aldor would be on their way to Stokk, accompanied by a small army.

Aldor would soon retire, and disappear from Cheilin society.   Galyx would prove to be a very able General of Internal Security in his stead. 

Terrek would also retire, never to be seen again in Hartwell.  

Prince Taleen, would then be found dead on a seldom used out of the way track far from anywhere.   His body when found would be born back, to the Emerald Palace in triumph, for a relatively respectful ‘political’ burial that would heal old wounds. 

Jax would then be free to reclaim and marry Bianne, the object of his affection.    Jax and Bianne would return to Hartwell where he would spend fifty years inventing and selling machinery and clever artefacts that would eventually bring about an industrial revolution.   His steel making processes and methods of production in general would make him a living legend.  When Bianne passed on, he too left Hartwell seemingly an old man.   But, after removing the makeup, he would wandered abroad again as a young man of seventeen.   He founded Universities for Invention, Metallurgy and Scientific studies in many lands before moving on again.   This was not to be the end by any means, merely the start of the beginning, for Jax and for mankind. 

He would never remarry or go through the trauma of watching her grow old and die, he didn't regret one moment of his life with Bianne, it was the time after that he could not forget.  She had always been the most wonderful thing in his life and it hurt so much to say goodbye.

 

Life goes on…

 

A few haiku to fill a gap

  A few haiku  

Hope you are all keeping well.

All the best

Rob Kingston

 

weekend escapades…

the bamboo chimes alone

in the garden

 

since dawn the same branch telling me to get up

 

moonlit dawn

a flurry of jackdaws 

over the ridge

 

Copyright Robert Kingston