Alnold, you do know your suit has a light?
Nebula, you’ve let me walk all the way from the shuttleship to this pyramid ship in gravity enhanced boots, over a slippery and unlevel surface, in complete darkness, and you now tell me I have a light? No I didn’t know. Why would I know that?
You did help to design the suit, Alnold.
I created the radio technology for it, Nebs. I didn’t create the suit or put the light in it.
You are sounding annoyed, Alnold. You must relax. The suit is displaying elevated stress levels.
The suit is? The suit???
Alnold. Breathe. Relax. Chill out.
OK. How do I turn on the light?
You touch the amulet around your neck, Alnold. The suit will illuminate your way.
That’s better. I wished you’d told me that earlier, but never mind. I’m inside the pyramid now. The place is a mess, there’s a lot of rock inside, and two capsules are on the far side. One is shattered completely, and the other – yes! I can see the figure inside. He’s slumped forward.
You must get him out, Alnold. His life signs are considerably weaker. You may just have arrived in time.
I’m at the capsule now, but I can’t see a door handle.
Smash your way in, Alnold.
Smash my way in? With what? My hands? It’s about five inches thick!
There must be some way to open the capsule.
Wait – there’s a cable at the back there. Maybe that is, I don’t know, holding power to the capsule?
Is there any power in the ship, Alnold?
Not that I can see, Nebula.
Then that is a highly unlikely hypothesis, Alnold.
Whatever Nebs. I’ll be reprogramming you later – removing the attitude chip! I’m going to unplug this anyway. I… ugh! It’s stuck solid… ugh! It’s moving… ugh! It’s come away! The door hasn’t opened though.
Told you, Alnold.
Oops. The capsule has just fallen backwards against a rock. That has opened it. Fluid has flooded out. Ugh! It stinks! How can I smell it in this suit?
It’s a biosuit Alnold. It works with your senses. However, rescue that man! Bring him to the shuttleship immediately.
He’s naked, Nebula.
Bring him now, Alnold, His life signs are extremely weak.
But he has no clothes on.
Alnold, bring him now.
But he is starkers. He hasn’t a stitch on!
Alnold bring him now. Your suit will cover his body when you get him close to you. It will keep him warm until you get him back to the shuttleship.
I wasn’t thinking of him being cold, Nebs. I was thinking of carrying him naked.
Alnold. You must rescue him now.
Fine! I’ve found a tiny towel on the floor here. I’ll cover him with that. Better than nothing, I suppose. I’ve never read about a rescue like this before, Nebula.
Do you read of many rescues, Alnold? Bring him to the shuttleship immediately. We can get him to the Expansion, and to the Medic Bay. Hopefully we aren’t too late.
Will they be too late? Or, unlike this end paragraph, will they set there on time?
Find out (or not!) in the next thrilling instalment – coming soon!
“Cuddn’t ya pick t’other ‘orse, ‘Empsty?” Gemevere squirmed and fidgeted in her seat inside Lord Molecombe’s best carriage, the one he uses on a Sunday. “It’s pullin’ us o’er to th’edge.”
“That isn’t the horse, my cousin. The wheel on the left here is somwhat rickety. I was going to take the calash to the wheelwright later this week in actual fact, only you decided for us both to head over to Nottingham.” Hempsty pulled on the reins to slow the horse gradually to a stop. “We can’t possibly go on like this. The wheel will be off before we know it, and we’d both end up in no man’s land – or worse.”
“Doorn’t forget, ‘Empsty, yer travellin’ with Lairdy Reverence now.”
“But I’m not, Gemevere. When I’m with thee, pray don’t forget, I’m with Gemevere Inxlsis. Lady Reverence merely appears when the need arises. And I do wonder if that is the reason you squirm so, wearing that large dress on top of your ridiculous set of clothes. And I’m not even going to ponder as to where you’ve hidden thine tiara.”
“Doorn’t be pertulent, ‘Empsty. ‘Til I can find a better way to hide me clobber, this frock’ll ‘ave to do. I ‘ope you ‘ant crushed me cone.”
Hempsty cringed slightly. “You surely mean ‘petulant’, cousin. Which I most certainly was not being. And your hat, or ‘cone’ as you describe it, is safely stored in the luggage below our very seats.”
“Good. Coz that’s where me crown is.”
“At last!” A woman’s voice came from outside the carriage. “Now you two moulders have stopped your jabberin’ praps you’d like to get out. I have more important people to hold up than you, you know.”
“Oo the…?” Gemevere started loosening the sash around her waist.
“Cousin, no. Now is not the time. Let us disembark and see what this strange lady is requesting.”
“Requestin’? ‘Empsty, she’s ‘oldin’ us up.”
“Holding us up? Well, I never did!”
“Oh yer did aright. Ya stopped us on ‘ighwayman’s lane.”
Hempsty and Gemevere clambered out of the carriage and came face to face with a woman wearing a scarf over her nose and mouth. Her brown hair hung in ringlets down each side of her face. She had bright eyes, which appeared to indicate she was smiling.
“Now, Lord and Lady Lah De Dah, give me whatever you ‘ave of value, and neither of you will feel the smooth surrounding of one of my bullets.” The woman held aloft a handheld implement and pulled back a lever at the top of the bend.
“What on Earth is that?” Hempsty asked, truly fascinated.
“This?” The woman’s eyes developed a bemused look. “This device will be the last thing you see if you don’t ‘and over your holdings.”
“How fascinating.” Hempsty was more interested in the woman’s gun than what was actually going on. “Normally, the rascals around here use axes or swords for their hold-ups, nothing as unique as your device, my fair lady.”
“My fair…? You’d best not forget me, Katherine Ferriers is my name. ‘Though you night not remember it for much longer. Things. Now. Me.” Katherine pointed her gun at Gemevere. “You, missus, you get the things from your trunk.”
“From me trunk?” Gemevere was a little confused.
“I ‘eard ya both, talkin’ about your crown, duck. I’ll take that. Give it to me now and you won’t feel the warm sensation of a ball of lead slicing through your person.”
“Oo ‘eck. I don’t fancy anythin’ warm slicin’ through me person. I’ll ‘ave to go ’round t’other side, that’s where th’door is.” Gemevere had finally loosened her sash.
“Alright then. Move. Yer ‘usband stays here.” Katherine pointed her gun towards Hempsty’s face.
“Husband? My dear, we are cousins. We aren’t married!” He laughed, and then stopped suddenly as he saw Katherine’s expression change to one of absolute fury.
Gemevere opened the door to the compartment beneath the carriage. “Quick, run!” she shouted into the air, “Into th’bushes an’ doorn’t look back.” She slipped out of her long dress, and placed the tiara from the compartment onto her head. She then leapt over the carriage, taking both Hempsty and Katherine by surprise.
“Who the…?” Katherine couldn’t finish her sentence as Gemevere tackled her to the ground, sending her gun out of her hand and towards Hempsty. He tried to catch it, but missed, and it fell to the ground where it exploded with a burst of bright white light and gunpowder dust. The bullet hit the rickety wheel of the carriage, and caused the horse to jump, startled. As the horse was securely thethered to the carriage, he quickly settled, but Hempsty went over to him to ensure he remained calm.
“The nairm’s Lairdy Reverence,” Gemevere said, lifting Katherine up from the ground with one arm, and then she continued to lift her higher.
“Such strength. Who are you?” Katherine asked, suddenly realising her face had been totally revealed as her scarf had come loose.
“Just tol’ ya. Lairdy Reverence. Ah’m a decent lass, though. Ya get one chance. Tell all yer mates about me. And doorn’t you ever try to steal anythin’ from these or other folk again. I know ‘oo you are and I ‘ave a good memory. Now go!” Gemevere flung Katherine across the bridleway and into a shallow stream that flowed along the side. Katherine stumbled a couple of times before finally getting to her feet. She fled across the field on foot.
“You’re just letting her go, my cousin?” Hempsty walked back over. “You should have taken her to the local sheriff, surely not?”
“Naw…” Gemevere replied. “This is ‘ow my legend gets goin’! We won’t be seein’ ‘er again fer a while!” She picked up the gun and then walked over to the wheel, where she found the bullet lodged firm. She lifted the carriage and spun the wheel, which went round smoothly, much smoother than earlier. “I think that did the trick, ‘Empsty. Now, let’s get to Nottingham!”
My name’s Alnold Kahh. For the first time in my entire life, I’m taking part in a rescue mission. The ship I’m travelling the Universe in, the Expansion, has come across a rather large debris field, and in one of the sectors it has detected faint life signs. The Expansion is too big to navigate through the debris, so I have to use one of the shuttleships to see who needs rescuing. After months of travelling through space alone – apart from the on-board computer Nebula, that is – actually meeting someone else is a bit daunting. I’ve no idea who I’m about to meet, what I’m about to see, or whether the people I’m rescuing actually want rescuing.
That’s person, Alnold. Now that we’re closer, I’m detecting one life sign. Male. The life signs are considerably weaker than they were on the Expansion. I am under the impression they would prefer to be rescued.
Thanks Nebula. Are you sure this protective amulet suit will work?
Is it not working now, Alnold? I’ve removed all of the atmosphere from the shuttleship, so inside here is exactly the same as it is out there. If you are breathing, and not boiling, it is working.
Come to think of it, Nebs, I think it’s working fine.
Good. I’m lowering the shuttleship now. You can see the triangular construct in the top left of the view screen. I cannot land the shuttleship any closer, so you will have to walk across the terrain to reach it. I’m sensing the life signs are within that construction.
Great. So I have to walk in outer space, wearing an untested space suit on a rescue mission.
There is only you here, Alnold. You will be fine. The shuttleship is now on the surface, so you may disembark.
Good landing, Nebs! Didn’t feel a thing.
I’ve reduced the power on the shuttleship. You may wish to continue recording your diary, if you like.
Thanks, Nebula. I think I will. My name’s Alnold Kahh-
Alnold, you really do not need to give your name at the beginning of each recording. Both you and I know who you are.
OK, Nebula. You’re a bit moody today. Anyway, I’m now walking across what looks like a moon’s surface. I know it really isn’t, but it’s all different levels, very dusty, and oops- just slipped there! – very dark. Nebula said there’s no atmosphere here, but there’s some kind of gravity; I don’t feel as though I’m about to drift off into outer space.
That’s the suit, Alnold. It provides gravity control so your feet will remain upon the surface.
It didn’t help when I slipped back then, Nebs.
It provides gravity, Alnold, not balance.
I don’t know what’s up with you today, Nebula, you aren’t normally tetchy. Right. I’m at the triang – it’s a ship, Nebs. A pyramid shaped ship. Badly damaged. There’s an opening on this face, I think the door has been blown outwards by the look of it.
Alnold, your suit is now picking up the occupant’s life signals. They are on the far side of the ship from the door. You should find them with ease.
Well, that’s easy for you to say, Nebs. It’s darker than night out here. But, I’m going in!
So the rescue mission is under way! Will Alnold succeed? Will time run out?
Find out in the next instalment!
I’m going to be rather creative over the next few weeks.
Well, that’s the ambitious plan, anyway! I’m going to be continuing my series set in the far reaches of space (Space – There’s a lot of it!), where I’ll be first creating the images based on the characters and then working that image into the storyline. I’ve done a few images already, I just need to get writing there as well!
I’ve also started another series featuring Reverence, the first part was posted earlier today in actual fact! This is set in the late Fifth Century, and I’ll be ‘borrowing’ a few characters from legends of history for cameo roles. The characters themselves may not have been from that time period, but in this story they were all around at that time. I’m also using this story to practice writing in accents, which is a little challenging but fun none the less. Hopefully, the meaning of the sentence comes through, even if the words themselves make no sense whatsoever. We shall see.
I have another series of The Superhero Diaries in the works, although I won’t be posting that on this blog. I’ll be using one of my other blogs so the story is still ‘out there’ even if nobody visits the site. I got the impression it wasn’t well-liked here on this blog, but the characters demand I write their story so it has to be published somewhere!
I’ll be continuing with my landscape creations, and rhymes based upon them. Here I’ll be popping into realms within my imagination to see where those journeys take me.
The Mansion is calling! It needs further exploration, so there will be the odd post or two about the Rooms within Rooms and other places I come across. And there have also been a few more visitors knocking at the door, all caught on that nifty security door camera. I shall get those written up shortly as well.
I’m planning on writing a follow-up story to my Legendary Circles storyline from a few years ago. I’m not sure yet whether all of the characters will be in this new version, or if it will feature a whole new batch. Time will tell.
I’m also planning on writing a gothic themed comedy series, based on some of the characters from Mystic Springs (we visit there from time to time on the blog, but it has been a while!)
I also want to write a series of short one-hundred-word stories, that actually have a beginning a middle and an end. I never managed to get all three in my previous attempts, so I wonder if I’ll manage it now.
Becky’s Squares challenge is back next month, and I want to take part in that again. I know I won’t be able to post every day, but I’ll give it a ‘top shot’! (‘Top’ is Becky’s theme this time, by the way!)
And interspersed within all that, I want to post my random rambling posts, start my Letters to the Universe again, hopefully provide a bit of Feel Good fun, and just make the most of this creative time I’ve – or rather we’ve found ourselves in!
And, I want to create more content for Splodge and Splatter as well. And comment more. And reply to comments earlier.
Not much really.
Will I succeed? Time will tell! <- Finally! Six words!!!