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  1. #11
    First of all, to rcallaci, that was an absolutely delightful story it got me hooked right from the first paragraph and the last paragraph left me wanting more

    Second of all:

    Quote Originally Posted by chrisatola View Post
    EDIT: I was going to do the western about robots, too, but I think dinosaurs will be pretty cool! Good ideas!
    Gosh darn it! The western with dinosaurs was the first thing that came to mind when I read the first thread XD (and there I thought I was being original). So I really, really hope you don’t mind (or hate me for this) but:

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    Robert had been traveling for 9 days under the sizzling Oklahoma sun. His aging mustang moved at a slow pace, unable to go any faster after too many days without food or water. The nearest town was just up ahead though, barely visible on the horizon. It was a shabby, rickety little dust-hole, but after all that time out in the wilderness it would have to do. Upon arrival, he tied his horse outside the nearest saloon and stepped inside.

    The place was stuffy, filled up with plumes of smoke from the cigars and cigarettes of the patrons, who were now all eyeballing him. Just like every other town he’d come across in this part of the Midwest, it didn’t seem the locals took too kindly to strangers. Not that he could blame them, knowing how many men he’d had to kill just to get this far in life.

    He walked over to the bartender and was about to place his order when suddenly something strange happened. At first it was subtle, like an odd crackling in the air, then everything seemed to change and become distorted followed by a blinding flash of light and an explosion from somewhere outside.

    “What in the seven tar pits of hell was that?!” asked one of the patrons.

    “I ain’t got the slightest clue” said the bartender, “but whatever the hell it is, I knows what to do with it!” he said, pulling a rifle out from under the bar. Everybody else pulled out and readied their own guns, including Robert.

    A few moments later the saloon doors swung open and a strange little man came rushing in. They all tensed up and surveyed him from top to bottom. He didn’t appear armed but was covered from top to bottom in strange electrical looking gear that none of them had ever seen before.

    “Somebody… please… where…? When…?” The man stuttered. He looked both confused and disheveled and when he tried to move forward he staggered and fell to his knees.

    “Who the hell are you?” the bartender demanded, pointing his gun at the newcomer “And what the hell was that ruckus outside? Are you with him?” he asked, indicating Robert.

    “Oh hell no!” Robert said, “I ain’t ever set eyes on this weirdo before in my life!” but before he could continue the stranger grabbed him by the lapels of his coat. “When are we?!” he demanded.

    “Uh… say what?”

    “I mean… what year is it?” the strange man asked.

    “1845, last I checked” Robert replied, now wondering what the man had been drinking and where he could get some for himself.

    The man sagged. “I’ve made another mistake” he said, “I’ve made so many terrible mistakes!”

    “What are you talking abou –“ but before Robert could finish that sentence, they all heard a blood curdling scream coming from outside followed a moment later by several more screams and the whinnies of frantic horses.

    “G rover cripes,” one of the patrons said, “what’s going on out there?!”

    Robert pushed the strange man aside and he and several of the other men hurried to the entrance to see what was going on.

    All the horses that were tethered outside were screaming and whinnying while trying to break free from their rains in a frantic effort to get away.

    Robert pushed his way out to see what got them all spooked and at first he didn’t see anything. He headed over to his frantic mustang to try to calm it down.

    “Whow Phantom, calm down, what’s got you so – “

    It leapt down from the roof; a huge, horrible looking reptile that stood taller than a man. It landed right on Phantoms’ back and sunk its teeth into the horses’ neck, ripping most of its head clear off and spreading a shower of blood in Roberts’ direction.

    “My horse!” he screamed and without even thinking he impulsively started shooting at the thing. It hissed at him and recoiled.

    “Look out stranger!” he heard from behind and turned sideways just in time to see another one coming his way. For a moment he stared at death in the face and apparently death was a giant lizard-like thing with massive jaws spreading open to eat him alive. Before he had a chance to even move the jaws came within inches of his face and for a moment he knew it was over – then, a gunshot. Robert just watched as the bullet entered the monsters’ head from one side and came out carrying with it a small pool of blood and brains out the other.

    “Damn thing nearly gotcha’,” said the bartender with a smoking shotgun “That other thing still alive?”

    Robert and the other men turned to look at the first raptor, which was bleeding and struggling to get up but clearly still alive.

    “Looks like this here poor little iguana needs to be put out of its misery,” said one of the other men, “what do you say boys?”

    The others grinned and the wounded raptor suddenly found itself besieged by a hail of bullets. After about a minute it was dead.

    Something started bleeping from inside the saloon, it came from one of the odd strangers’ many pockets and they all turned their attention back to him.

    “You’ve got a whole lot of explaining to do.” one of them said menacingly, “What the heck are those things and what do they have to do with you?”

    “I… I wish I could explain… but, but you see it’s too complicated and I don’t expect you to understand and I’m afraid I don’t have much time left and it would be too difficult for me to explain anyway…”.

    Robert ambled over to the stranger, reloaded his gun and pushed the barrel under his chin. “Well you’d better go ahead and try anyway” he said, the image of Phantoms’ head and neck being torn in half still fresh in his mind.

    “I wou-uld…” the now frightened little man started “b-but you see, this device… the bleeping sound means I only have about ten minutes before it takes me and… um… everything in my immediate surroundings on another time jump… and… well…”. Before he could finish that sentence they heard another booming sound coming from outside, only this one was different, it was more muffled. Then they heard another one and then another, each one louder than before. With the last one the liquid in the glasses and bottles on the various tables started to tremor. A few seconds of silence followed and then was broken by a roar louder than anything any of them had ever heard before.

    “Another one of your little friends, I take it?” Robert said.

    “I didn’t mean for this to happen!” the strange man now wailed “you have to believe me!”.

    A whinny, that sounded almost like a human scream, came from outside. From the other side of the door and windows they could just barely see the outline of massive jaws closing in on another one of the horses, this time engulfing it entirely and breaking it in half.

    “I… don’t think this here shotgun’s gonna do us much good this time 'round, folks” said the bartender nervously.

    Robert turned back to the little man, grabbed and shook him. “Look mister, you listen to me and you listen good! Whoever the hell you are, whatever the hell you did, whatever the hell that thing is and wherever the hell you got it from – fix it so you can send it back!”

    “I could… maybe… set it so that the next time jump will take me back to the last place – I mean time – I traveled to, but, like I said, it’ll also take back everything in my surrounding area. It might take this whole town and everyone in it, back to the Jurassic era!”.

    Robert thought about this for a moment. “Well then,” he said at last, “I reckon we’re just gonna have to take you and your big friend for a ride outside of town”.

    “How do you propose to do that?” one of the men asked.

    “We’re gonna have to start by distracting it” Robert said.

    Outside, the T. rex was gnawing on the last remnants of the horse it had eaten and started sniffing the others. They were beside themselves with panic but were still tethered to the wooden beam in front of the saloon. A few feet away, several men that had snuck around from the back door were now gathered by the corner of the building. The T. rex was about to take a bite out of the next horse when it felt a sudden sharp pain in the side of its head. One of the men had shot it.

    “C’mon! This way, ya ugly varmint!” one of them yelled and several more shot at it. The T. rex, now aggravated, roared and tried to snap at them but they were holding him back with more and more rounds.

    “Now’s our chance” said Robert and he, the bartender and several of the men hurried out to the horses. He untethered and mounted one of them and pulled the time traveler up in front of him.

    “Hey wait a minute! That’s MY horse!” one of the men yelled at him. This turned out to be a rather stupid move because now the T. rex turned its attention to him and before the man could move; he was instantly devoured.

    “Looks like you just inherited yerself a horse” the bartender said and rode his own horse a short distance before turning around, pulling out his shotgun and firing several rounds at the dinosaur. All the others followed suit and the T. rex was now being fired at by several men on horseback. It roared at them furiously and started giving chase.

    “Looks like it’s working!” Robert yelled, as they all rode at high speed, leading the monster further and further out of town, “How much more time do you have left on that thing?” he asked the time traveler.

    “I think just another minute!” the time traveler yelled back, “But how are you all going to get away?”

    Robert shoved the reigns in the mans’ hands. “You do know how to ride a horse now, don’tcha’?”

    “What?! No! I’ve never ridden one before in my life!”.

    “Welp, now’s as good a time to learn as ever,” Robert said, “you ready partner?” this to the bartender who was now riding close alongside them.

    “Ready as I’ll ever be!” the bartender yelled back.

    To the time travelers’ horror, Robert put his hands on his shoulders for leverage, steadied himself up in a squat and in one quick movement leapt off and onto the back of the bartenders’ horse.

    “Best of luck to ya now!” the bartender yelled and winked at the time traveler as he and all the other riders on either side of him now started pulling away, leaving him as the sole rider with an angry, snapping T. rex close on his heels.

    “How do I keep finding myself in these situations!” the time traveler wailed, “this has got to be the fifth, no sixth time I’ve – “ and before he could finish that thought there was another flash of light and an explosion. The next moment he, his horse and the T. rex were gone.

    “Well… that sure was… interestin’,” said Robert, “you folks often get this kind of excitement around these parts?”.

    “Nope,” said the bartender, “as a matter of fact we don’t”.

    “That’s a relief” said Robert and paused “say… how’s about a round of drinks for all of us on the house?”

    “Like hell” said the bartender.

    “Ah well, can’t blame a man for trying” Robert said as they rode off into the sunset.

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    Anyway, that’s my own personal version of cowboys and dinosaurs. I hope it’s OK that theme wise it also included time travel and comedy because I couldn’t see any other way.

    The other one I have in mind is sci-fi and a haunted house (i.e. aliens vs. ghosts… and/or poltergeists!) and as for the third one… I have no idea just yet!
    Last edited by Mariana; November 7th, 2015 at 11:24 PM.

  2. #12
    Mariana

    A rip roaring story to be sure. . It had me buckled to my seat. A fact paced comedy, action adventure western time travelling tale. You created a great atmosphere. I felt I was in an old saloon in the wild west. Robert the gunslinger, the wise and seasoned bartender, the frantic time traveler and lets not forget about those dinosaurs.

    Love the time traveler part, an interesting tale in itself. Who was he- what mistakes did he make- what kind of adventures did he have. His is a slew of future stories in waiting.

    This was one hell of a good write- it had me smiling. love the ending- the cowboys take it for one interesting day , nothing more, nothing less.

    Lets us please have a moment of silence for -Phantom- one hell of a way to go...

    Can't wait to read your sci fi in the haunted house tale- hope to see the time traveler there.

    You made a fan- oh oh- I hope you give this a title- all good stories deserve one...


    happy writing
    bob
    Nature weeps, the devil sings
    at mans greed and pride
    and what it brings

    Just lots of useless
    little things

  3. #13
    Rcallaci, Mariana, loving the work so far. Great jobs!!! I'm going to hold off on reviews until the end, unless I can't resist the urge, which at this moment is very tempting

    Welcome to the party Mariana!

  4. #14
    Aw, thank you guys so much ^_^ especially to you rcallaci for the lovely, detailed review! (And sorry I’m not as good at giving reviews as you are, this is still all new to me… but anyway thanks again!).

  5. #15
    I haven't read yours yet, but I'm almost certain there is no way we could do the same story....no worries, I'm excited to see whatcha got!

    Quote Originally Posted by Mariana View Post
    Gosh darn it! The western with dinosaurs was the first thing that came to mind when I read the first thread XD (and there I thought I was being original). So I really, really hope you don’t mind (or hate me for this)

  6. #16
    Link for secure entries now included at top of thread

  7. #17
    I just finished a flash piece for the LM contest about the main characters in my story "When Robots Dream". Its a continuation of their love story but it also fills out the character Juliana. I will be writing two shorts with these characters- Hopefully I'll get them done by the end of November.

    I looking forward to reading other shorts- bring them on
    Nature weeps, the devil sings
    at mans greed and pride
    and what it brings

    Just lots of useless
    little things

  8. #18
    I really liked the flash piece you made about Juliana facing her fears and inner demons and becoming truly alive through them. That’s a pretty deep concept a lot of real live humans sadly often fail to grasp :p


    Anyway, here’s the aliens in a haunted house story:
    http://www.writingforums.com/threads...95#post1932495

    The next one I have in mind is historical fiction and a malicious game… the only problem is that what I’m thinking about might turn out to be a tad too dark…
    Last edited by Mariana; November 19th, 2015 at 05:00 PM.

  9. #19
    mariana

    The darker the better...
    Nature weeps, the devil sings
    at mans greed and pride
    and what it brings

    Just lots of useless
    little things

  10. #20

    The Rustling Robots of Angerdean County-(language) 2927 Words

    The Rustling Robots of Angerdean County
    (From the Space Opera serial “Androids’ do indeed Dream about Heaven, Hell and Dragons”)

    Prologue
    Old Gamrot and his robot mule, Jispiss, lifted their heads up to the sky as one of those large interstellar transport ships hovered over their heads. Gamrot thought the damn thing was going to land on top of them, obliterating them where they stood. Thankfully the ship darted off to the west leaving them fully intact. Jispiss looked at his master and in a mulish voice said:

    “It seems like their headed for the boneyards. There’s nothing there but dust and dirt, nothing there to prospect, no soil to farm in, no grazing lands, these are dead lands. It makes no sense why an Emerald Colored Colony Ship would make base there.”

    The old prospector looked at his mule with a bit of concern and said, “Who gives a damn what their reasons or motives are for wanting to settle in those desolate lands. Our real concern is why a colony ship came to this world in the first place. It’s been over two hundred years since those from the jeweled worlds tried to settle here. I think this world is going to be in for one hell of a ride."

    I

    “What are you looking at, the last I looked; I have two eyeballs, a nose, and two ears like everyone else,” said the travelling stranger sitting at the bar. “Just let me have my drink in peace and I’ll be on my way”

    “Since when do Robots drink”, said one of the gun toting patrons, “We don’t abide your kind in these parts, as a matter of fact, we string them up and rip them apart piece by piece. It’s time to pray to any of your gods if you got them, oh I forgot, you don’t have any souls, your just pieces of tin and wire” The gun toting patron put a gun to the travelers head and was readying to escort the stranger to the hanging tree, but the traveler had other plans.

    With lightening quick speed the traveler grabbed the gun from the startled patron’s hand and threw him to the ground breaking a few ribs in the process. Other cowpokes in the bar started to grab for their guns, but the stranger in a blaze of speed, gunned each and every one down before they could get their shooters out of their holsters.

    “Who, who, are you, wwwhaaat are you, there are no robots that can do anything like that in these parts or the whole freaking world. Show some mercy, I didn’t mean anything I said. I was just fooling around. ” Said the sniveling, whining, Patron, now shitting in his drawers while begging for his life.

    "First off, I’m a fucking Android asshole, not a robot, although with your limited intelligence that would be a hard concept to grasp, secondly, I do in fact have a soul, and pray to any god that will listen, thirdly, yes a whole lot of us, have strengths and powers beyond your imagination and finally, no, I’m not showing a dirt bag like you any mercy, as I’m sure you never showed what you call, robots, anything of the kind. ”


    The Traveler put a bullet through his head and headed for the door. As she was about to head out of this dirt infested town and hit the open road, she turned around and said to those shaking and trembling cowboys who still remained alive:

    “They call me Lady Nova, the fastest draw and meanest mother fucking gunslinger you’ll ever want to meet. If I ever hear that this town is back in the business of hanging and ripping apart robots, I’ll come back with my gang and kill and maim every last one of you .I’ll start with the children first and work my way up, better yet, I’ll leave them till last and then cook them till their tender enough for our horses to eat.”

    She turned around, walked out the door, got on her horse, whispered a few words in his ear, and rode off into the purple hazed sunset.
    ……….

    II

    The Citizens of Angerdean County were in a festive mood. This was the third anniversary of the Homecoming.

    Three years ago this day, eight hundred and thirty five androids, ninety eight robots, forty two enhanced humans, and sixteen cyborgs, made this semi- desert world, Paladin, their home and base of operations. They arrived on a jeweled world transport ship with a crew of one hundred and seventy three space-pirates, made up of fifteen enhanced humans, four cyborgs, twenty five class 3.4 androids, nine 3.9 class androids and eighty two robots. Their passengers consisted of eight hundred class 4.0 androids, one 4.1 class android, sixteen robots and an enhanced human.

    An Alliance, a commitment to mutual goals and a bond of friendship and trust was formed between the Space-Pirates and the Barnovians (named so in honor of Barabbas Covington and Juliana Nova) on their six hundred light year ride through space together. When they reached their journeys end they swore fealty towards each other and collectively called themselves the Cyhuriods of Paladin.

    They made base and home on the most isolated and seemingly desolate part of the planet. In fact it was quite mineral and water rich. Deep scan detectors, far more advanced that were used by the existing inhabitants, detected underground caverns rich in various mineral deposits and deep water wells. They constructed underground laborites, factories and mining operations so that they could research and build advanced androids, more efficient and semi sentient robots, discover better and more streamlined cloning methods and build more sophisticated advanced weaponry.

    They also erected under the strict supervision of the space-pirates, a huge spaceship building complex devoted to making small ships suitable for piracy and smuggling. Of course these were all hidden and camouflaged from prying eyes. On the surface, The County of Angerdean was a network of ten small townships and a Capitol Center that reassembled towns out of the Old West, of one of the Jeweled Planets, the Emerald planet also called earth, some three thousand years ago.

    This day also marked the day that Dr. Barabbas Covington released the 4.0 Androids of their yoke. He sent a virus into their “God Chip” effectively killing it, leaving them free to finally make their own decisions. This God Chip made them subservient to anyone who held the android filter codes. In this case Barabbas was the one who held them. Dr Covington also shut off the strength and special ability inhibitors that restricted the androids full capabilities.

    He gave them a choice as well, to stay and build a community and empire with him and Juliana, or to go out on their own, and make a life of their own choosing. Each and everyone chose to stay with Barabbas and Juliana. They would follow and obey Barabbas with or without the use of any chip. He was their liberator, their hero. They knew that He loved them, and that was all they needed to know.

    The homecoming festival usually lasted a week. The Cyhuriods danced, sang and did lots of other interesting things. A good time was had by all.
    …..

    III

    Barabbas was in the staff room with the heads of his departments, Dr. Marcus Maximus, (Head of Research and Development) Willow Willoughby R.S.D, (Chief Administrator) Dr. Petrie Rippledire, (Head of Robotics) Dr. Delemor Bellaforte, (Head of Human Enchantment and Cloning) Casius Coxpit D.D.M., (Head of Weapons Research) Sorella Sapphire D.D.M. , (Head of Mining Operations) and Caption Zachariah P. Zestabar, titular head of the Space Pirate Federation and Head of Space Exploration, Ship Building, and Procurement.

    He decided he’d wait five more minutes for Juliana. She was on stealth mode, so he had no idea if she was in the compound or not. She was on a mission for the past three weeks, and the parts he saw of it concerned him. She took to many risks, way, way too many. That’s why she went on stealth mode, to protect him from freaking out. To his great relief, she strode in to the staff room with a twinkle in her eyes a smile on her face. The first thing she did was to wrap her arms around Barabbas and give him one juicy kiss.

    Barabbas whispered in her ear, “Please don’t shut me out like that again, it’s better to know what’s going on than not. I swear I’ll be good from now on; you don’t need to protect me, my deliciously sweet and crazy gun-slinging love of my life.” Barabbas raising his voice so everyone could hear, said, “You look like one evil maniacal gun-toting cowgirl. I hope things went according to plan. The floor is yours, please fill us in.”

    Juliana said a few hellos’s, took some quick hugs from the Caption and Sorella and proceeded with the debriefing. She rested her arms on the podium and spoke of her mission in the badlands where the planets government was near nonexistent. It was a lawless land where bands of outlaws roamed freely. She said,

    “Phase two is completed. We have complete control of the badlands. As you know for the past year we have been sending teams of newly awakened 4.1’s out in the badlands to hone in on their skills, and decision making. It’s a great way to teach them how to live in a dangerous world and prepare some of them for their primary assignment amongst the Jeweled worlds. We’ve been causing havoc among the Pure or Unsullied Human settlements. The name of Lady Nova and her Novarites causes fear in the hearts and minds of those who live and breathe, as well as those who don’t. We’ve become the Law in some areas and rustling, thieving outlaws in others. We now have control of all their mining operations, radar and surveillance stations as well as their grazing lands. We’re also the darlings and protectors of the Robots, and the lower level 2.9 and 3.1 class androids. They’ve become our eyes and ears in the rudimentary government power bases in this world.” Juliana paused, cleared her throat and said, “ Any Questions”

    It was Caption Zachariah P. Zestabar who asked the first question. In an excited tone he said;

    “When can I start building the space station that will be anchoring our fleet? I also need to make larger war vessels for our defense and without the station that would be impossible.”

    Juliana smiled and said, “Now. With control of the surveillance stations stationed in the badlands we can now filter out any signals of activity in our area of space. We can have ten space stations with thousands of ships and all the government surveillance would see is empty space. In time we will be Paladins government. But for now we own the badlands. “

    Dr Bellaforte waited to see if Zestabar had any more questions. He didn’t, so she asked Juliana if she brought back any viable organic vessels.

    Juliana Said, “Yes we did. We’ve brought back over seventy five robust specimens. We can clone them, accelerate the process, and use those clones as organ resources for our enhanced humans and cyborgs. We also will put some in breeding farms in order to always have a supply at hand. We also can now study their brain and organ activity at closer quarters, selecting a few to become cyborg or enhanced after we psychologically re-orient them to our way of thinking. We can use them to infiltrate all areas of Paladins’ society.”

    Dr Rippledire gently interrupted Juliana and said;

    “This is indeed good news about the space station. We need certain minerals and materials for our synthetic fabrications. We have all the bio-genetic material that we need but we are lacking some synthetic bio-fuels and some rare metals and minerals that are lacking on this planet. I have enough synthetic organics for a hundred more 4.1’s and reserve materials for our existing androids medicinal and regenerative needs for only the next fifty years. We need the Caption and his crew to start the piracy and smuggling operation as soon as possible…”

    The staff meeting lasted through the night while the music and laughing of the homecoming festival was soothing background noise to those who were shaping their destiny.
    ….

    IV

    Governor Pinkerton Linkhorn was not in the best of moods. He was feeling uneasy and out of sorts. Things didn’t seem quite right. As a matter of fact he was becoming quite concerned. No transport vessels or ships of any kind had entered or docked in their space ports. He hadn’t had any contact or communication with the other Outworlds for over a month. But this was the least important planet in the Outworlds, he reasoned, and communication with the other worlds was always sparse. He cursed himself for the thousandth time on his bad luck at being stationed in this shithole of a world. This world was barely civilized, and the living conditions were harsh. He was always hot and sticky. He longed for the day when he was recalled home.

    He was startled out of his reverie by the frantic actions of his Chief of Staff. He burst into his office, headed for the bar, grabbed a bottle of valerian whiskey, and took a long hard gulp.

    “Buford, what the hell are you doing, get a grip on yourself, you look like some mad robot who thinks he can fly”, exclaimed the Governor, “put down that bottle and tell me what’s got your pants all twisted up in your balls.”

    Buford took a deep breath, burped and said, “We’re surrounded, there’s a whole mess of super robots outside the capitol gates. They’re giving us One hour to surrender, if we don’t they’ll puts us all in pots of boiling water and cook us.”

    “Have you all gone mad”, screamed the governor, “Where are the federation armies and ships, have they been alerted, what about our own defenses, they’re formidable compared to what these native idiots posses. What’s this babbling about super robots, our protocols wouldn’t allow such a thing. Call in the troops and burn these robots to ashes.”

    Buford looked like he was about to cry, as a matter of fact he was crying when he told the governor, “ They overran five of our space stations where all of the federation solders and ships were stationed at. They have their own fleet of ships and the notorious pirate, ‘The Scourge of the Jeweled Worlds’, Caption Zestabar leads them. He showed the federation soldiers no quarter, they’re all dead. Our own guards, five thousand of them, met the robots outside our gates less than twenty minutes ago. They too are all dead. There are only about two hundred robots out there and they killed five thousand of our solders in less than twenty minutes. I’d call those fucking robots, super, wouldn’t you? I’d prefer to remain alive rather than being cooked, Sir, the Lady Nova, the mad gunslinger of the badlands (it seems all those stories about her were true) awaits your decision. I’d suggest that you surrender to her now, and beg for mercy so that we all might live to see another day.”

    It was now the governors turn to cry, he took the bottle out of Buford’s hand and chugged down what was left of it. “Get me my coat, it’s time to lick a little boot and kiss a little ass, it’s just my luck to be stationed on a world that is overrun by Robots”.
    …….

    Epilogue
    Juliana and Barabbas hugged and said farewells to each and every one of the three hundred and sixty high functioning 4.1 Androids’ that were embarking on their mission to the jeweled worlds. Their mission was to infiltrate areas of influence in industry, government and entertainment. They were to initiate changes from within and when the time was right, the God Chip virus would be released, setting in motion a complete paradigm shift in the social, economic, and political structure of the jeweled worlds. Each world would be infiltrated by thirty high function 4.1 Androids and additional operatives if needed. The Solaris Federation was in for one hell of a surprise. The Federations Class F. Starship, one of the many ships captured by the Cyhuriods, would pose as a ship on a diplomatic mission from Paladin. The governor of that Planet needed to renew mining treaties with all twelve planets and preferred to do it in person. Governor Pinkerton was gently persuaded to go along with their plans…being the brain he had was no longer his own.

    Caption Zachariah P. Zestabar was one happy Pirate. Never in his wildest dreams did he see himself as a commander of a Naval Fleet of Starships, Transports, Fighter Drones and Scout Vessels, and to top it all off his main mission was to be a Smuggler and Pirate, two things that he loved to do most. He left his number two in charge of the fleet while he strode and sat in his shiny new seat on his Class Three Starfighter, which held a crew of thirty two, and ordered it to be fired up. Along with three other Starfighters, they exited the spaceport and headed out into the darkness of space to look for and acquire some booty….
    The End

    Stay tuned for “The Space Pirates of Angerdean’s Haunted Treasure Trove”
    Last edited by rcallaci; January 7th, 2016 at 04:10 PM.
    Nature weeps, the devil sings
    at mans greed and pride
    and what it brings

    Just lots of useless
    little things

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