renegades: 5th grade sci-fi (part 5)

In the 5th or 6th grade (circa 1995/1996), I wrote a sci-fi novel(la) entitled Renegades. It is more or less a blatant rip-off of any sci-fi or action movie or book I had consumed up until that point in my life. It definitely reads like the work of a 5th-grader, and I’m fairly certain I introduce a new character with a semi-unpronounceable name every few paragraphs, only to kill them off shortly afterward. Having recently recovered this work of art from floppy disk (!), I plan to serialize it here over the coming days. Enjoy (?).

RENEGADES

… Continued from Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

Part 5

SORTAK PRISON

The X-22 Comachen patrol robot scooted down the corridor blazing it’s lasers at him. Isaac Fairthorn ducked behind an open door as it watched for him. He slouched back into the closet and found it was a useful artillery bunker. A handgun was all he needed. He the ducked behind the door again and looked for the robot, it was gone, then Vrrmmmm came the sound from behind him, he twirled to face the shining visor of the X-22, within a split second, it became a pile of scrap metal. A soon as it blew, a siren above rang, it was a trap!

He ran down the corridor and did not look back. Fairthorn stopped after running almost a kilometer down the climbing corridor, he guessed he was now near the surface when he found a door marked Emergency launchpad. He gazed inside the tinted window, a ship waited. This was his chance to get off the moon, he had to get it. But the door was locked shut… And he found himself surrounded by more killer robots, and behind them all was Paul Wallin smiling in his Comachen uniform…

* * *

The ventilation shaft that they found quickly after the waste disposal extravaganza led them directly beneath the docking port. Cassen looked up through the grating, they were about five meters from the main runway, but most of the shuttles were on the other side of the port, a couple were preparing to take off from the runway.

“What is it? Where are we?” Whispered Jonathan.

“Main docking and runway for shuttles.”

Jonathan gazed at his surroundings when suddenly he thought he saw one of Claire’s friends, Raechal. “I think I see the ship, there’s that girl Raechal.” He said as he helped Cassen out of the shaft.

“Just try to act as cargo ship pilots and we’ll slowly go to the ship.” Suggested Cassen.

Slowly at first, they made their approach to the ship. “Wait, what about Wallin and Fairthorn?” Demanded Jonathan.

“They’ll find there own way out.” Said Cassen like he had a heart of stone.

As if anything else had to go wrong a man in uniform pulled up along side them and asked them for ID. “Can I see some ID please.”

“Hi, were with that ship over their.” Jonathan said as he pointed to Claire’s ship.

“You stay right there while I get some proof on that.” He replied as he walked away.

Jonathan’s first impulse was to make a run for the ship when Tim’s grip restrained him from going anywhere. “You don’t want us to look like prisoners, do you?” Tim explained.

As he finished his sentence the guard returned. “Okay, the records show that the ship had a crew of three, now I see three people already there so that makes five…”

“-Uuhhh, two of them aren’t with us, they must be with another ship.” Cassen lied.

With hesitation, the guard allowed them to proceed to their ship. They were greeted by Claire all five climbed aboard.

* * *

The same guard watched suspiciously as the five climbed aboard the cargo vessel and the takeoff engines began to rumble. He picked up his transmitter and notified Sortak control. “That cargo vessel leaving 109-C, I think we may have an escape in process, don’t let it out.”

“Yes sir.” Sortak control replied.

The security guard did not know how to fly well, but if anything happened, he would follow them out in a lately fueled Comachen starfighter…

* * *

The cargo vessel continued it’s descent down the airlock tube out to open space, and as soon as they got to a certain point, the airlock closed behind them and now they faced the black space door, which was slammed tight. Only Claire, Jonathan and Maria were in the cockpit. As they waited for the space-door to open Jonathan finally realized. “They know, they know!”

“They should be coming up behind us any time now, we got to get out of here.”

“Well we can’t go back so I’ll have to use last resorts…”Explained Maria. Then she open a small area of the ship’s control to reveal a small keypad, she pressed a large red button and two fighter guns springed sprung from the side of the ship, she pressed another…. And she blew the space door to pieces, fragments of the door exploded in all directions. It could have missed, but a large fragment collided with the engines and damaged it.

“Shoot!” Maria yelled, “We can still travel but not long range, the nearest friendly place we could get from here is Perseus 4.”

“Perseus 4!” Exclaimed Jonathan. “That desert planet has been under civil war for four years!”

“Or we could go back to Sortak?” Said Maria sarcastically looking at him.

As the ship disappeared into the blackness of space, leaving Sortak behind, one Comachen star-fighter followed them every mile they went….

* * *

ALDERIA

Rian Broman had awaited Nicolai Berzerac’s return from negotiating with the traitor Harri Elton. “I told him Jonathan DeCartier was a traitor among the Alderians and as being in charge of Alderia until a new President is elected, he would aid us in our quest to catch Decartier and prevent him with giving the rebellion Comachen secrets. So he is now providing us with a fully equipped bounty hunter team of forty men.” Berzerac explained.

“Good.” Broman replied. “I have also good news. The Comachen base of Sortak let DeCartier slip out of their hands, but they are now tracing him and his associates to Perseus 4, they also apprehended DeCartier’s information disk.”

“Then it’s off to Perseus 4 we go.”

“Exactly.”

* * *

By chance, Daniel Preian had overheard the conversation, and he knew this was his and Denthra’s biggest chance for their plan of treason and sabotage… “Long live the rebellion!”

* * *

PERSEUS 4

Takroth was the capital city of the free republic of Perseus 4, but for four years the Comachens have occupied the desert planet trying to seize it’s resources. Most citizens in Takroth lived in poverty and it was known for it’s large factories and trade industries. They had landed in the west end of the city inside a large shipping companies’ unloading center where they were to refuel. Jonathan sat with Claire and Timothy in a street side parlor just down the dusty road. Cassen stirred his drink as he listened to the conversation going on.

“So they have the disk, so why are they still after you?” she demanded.

“They want to make sure I wouldn’t do it again, and nobody is daredevil enough to hack a Comachen space-liner.”

Timothy was longing to speak up. “So when do we get back to Alderia?”

“We’re not going back to Alderia.” Jonathan replied.” I have to do it again to save the rebellion back home, and if I don’t, I’ll be caught if I do it or not.”

“And this time you want us to help you get on board a Comachen super-ship .” Said Claire.

“That’s it-”

“Wait, but first we got to get off this dirtball, how do you expect us to do that, Raechal and Maria announced that they had done their part and are not helping us no more, so if we don’t get out, are journey will end here…” The grim toned Timothy said.

Claire sighed. “There is a place on the other side of the mountains next to Takroth that might be crazy enough to help us, two brothers…”

* * *

Four hours later, a small fleet of miscellaneous ships had arrived on Perseus, Rian Broman knew anyone with the Free Perseus 4 Campaign who saw their Comachen ships would start to protest and cause a riot, that’s why the bounty hunter fleet landed in a secure port on the tip of town, just beside one of the largest canyons on the planet, Bishop’s Canyon, a great way to slip undercover. While Rian Broman, some street bounty hunters and Roman Denthra slipped out into the population of Takroth, Berzerac and Comachen Lieutenant Brian Leerots stayed at the port with the rest for refueling.

Daniel Preian was preparing, his sabotage plan was to begin any moment. He sat on a ledge in the second floor of the port, he was on a deck overlooking the warehouse below. He began loading a Gatling gun with 20mm bullets, any time now, Nicolai Berzerac would come out of the office area with the Comachen Lieutenant, and he would take them out. Their first priority was to eliminate the chain of command. While he did that, the others would fly their crafts down Bishop’s Canyon to downtown Takroth, where they would search for DeCartier, and while still in Bishop’s Canyon, as being part of the rebellion, Roman Denthra would destroy Rian Broman. As Preian watched, voices came closer, as if they were soon to exit the office.

Suddenly, the large body of Nicolai Berzerac walked out the entrance and Preian, hiding on the upper floor, pointed the gun and fired a round of bullets into Berzerac’s chest. Berzerac fell to the floor and three Comachens came storming out of the office, led by Lieutenant Leerots, returned fire in a split second. Preian dodged bullets and dived to the floor. He tried to fire again, but in such confusion, he could not hit a target. He decided to run, he got up and ran down the corridor of the upper level. He spotted an open hangar ahead of him used for crane shipments. He stood at the opening, and below him was a ten meter drop to the pavement below. The crane was right in front of him with a loose hook dangling two feet in before him. He climbed onto the hook, punched the crane release, and the rope carrying him and the hook lowered slowly to the ground.

In a great hurry, he ran to a freshly refueled Bounty-Hunter ship, climbed aboard, started the engines, and as he was about to take off, a troop of Comachen commandos appeared at the lower level hanger with guns pointed at the cockpit. But as he did with Berzerac… He switched on weapons control and powered up the twin Gatling guns on either wing. In the next few seconds, most of the Comachens were on the ground, but some remained standing. Several shots had nearly plummeted through his windshield, but before they could, he was safe in the air, and heading away into the Perseus 4 desert.

* * *

The group of fourteen Bounty Hunter ships sped down Bishop’s Canyon towards downtown Takroth. “Sir, there’s a band of free Perseus rebels here in fighter ships nearly twice our force here demanding that we go no farther cause were Comachens.” Said Broman’s scout over the transmitter.

“Good, we’ll give ‘em a beating they’ll never forget.” Replied Broman. “Come on guys, we’re goin’ in!”

This was Denthra’s lucky day, in this battle it would look like Broman was killed by the rebels. The thirty-four pack of rebels in rusty 2185 Perseus Corvette fighters armed with old-model Gatling guns were waiting as the bounty hunter team sped around the turn in the canyon guns blazing taking out three in they’re first wave of fighting, one of the first that came around the corner lost control and slammed head-first into a rebellion Corvette taking them both into oblivion. Broman had taken out two more after he turned corner. Denthra had risen over the battle to get a clear bomb’s drop over Broman, but Broman remained defending his fighter under a ledge, so Denthra had to lower his craft back into the canyon, then he piloted his craft just below the ledge but directly above Broman. He targeted, and then armed two radiation bombs to drop directly on him. But as like he knew, Broman turned upwards, and fired at the base of the ledge, and rock debris came crashing down on Dentrhra’s ship, Broman sped out of the way as the two radiation bombs Denthra forgot to fire, turned Denthra’s ship into a burning ball of fire.

As Broman speeded sped past the battle, he whispered under his breath. “I knew it, I knew it…”

The ongoing serialization of “Renegades” will continue in the coming days. Please stay tuned.

Read Part 6.

renegades: 5th grade sci-fi (part 4)

In the 5th or 6th grade (circa 1995/1996), I wrote a sci-fi novel(la) entitled Renegades. It is more or less a blatant rip-off of any sci-fi or action movie or book I had consumed up until that point in my life. It definitely reads like the work of a 5th-grader, and I’m fairly certain I introduce a new character with a semi-unpronounceable name every few paragraphs, only to kill them off shortly afterward. Having recently recovered this work of art from floppy disk (!), I plan to serialize it here over the coming days. Enjoy (?).

RENEGADES

… Continued from Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.

Part 4

EXOTIA

Claire Yulin also had some good friends on Exotia, they were pilots of cargo ships but also some good smugglers. Maria Woods and Raechal Canon were quick to know of Claire’s problem as they sat at a bar table in the bazaar. Since she knew Jonathan was supposed to meet her their and since he was always on time, he must have already been here, maybe he was dead, maybe he was hiding, captured, or was this all a trick Jonathan was playing on her? With their heads together they eliminated possibilities.

“Well you would of known if he was dead, and since you know this guy pretty well, my guess is that he is captured.” The ebony-haired Woods suggested. Canon quickly nodded in agreement.

“We probably know who did it… the Comachens, but there is plenty of places they could have taken him…” Claire sighed hopelessly.

“They would have taken him to one of their mega-prisons, which there is only two of, Mantaglia, which is on the other side of this galactic arm, and their is Sortak which just happens to be in the system next door..”

Claire still disagreed. “Now how could we get into a Comachen super-prison without having clearance?”

Raechal smiled. “Not to worry my friend, we’ve delivered supplies there before and could easily do it again.”

“I knew you guys could help me, then it’s off to Sortak prison we go!” said Claire as they rose from their table.

* * *

IVATIA

An FA-313 fast strike assault ship was like a shadow over the west wing of the hanger. It was an immense hulk of metal, it was large enough to carry cargo and three passengers and a pilot.  Roman Denthra had his mission file up on the small monitor from Alderian Admiral Raegus Heft, the chief commander of the Black Rangers: Operation Firestrike VI. He read it closely, there was a lot about some guy who he had to rescue and send aid to at a lot of junk on the Black Ranger’s failure at Exotia space resort. He never really paid enough attention to anything, Daniel Preian was signaling from below the cockpit trying to meet with Denthra. Finally, Denthra lowered the cockpit about a meter from the ship and a ladder was released that led to the open cargo hold.

“Nice Lug a’ bolts you got here Denthra.” Announced Preian as he reached the top of the rope ladder and climbed into the hold. Denthra was sitting by a group of levers near a passenger seat. Preian took up the ladder as Denthra pulled a lever and the cockpit moved back into place.

“Hey, Preian.” Denthra shouted getting his attention. “When you lied about you’re age to that Comachen, I thought that was a little too risky, you should have been like me.”

“Yeah, you statue.” Preian said back. “You were standing like you were stuck to the ground like a tree and the expression on you’re face when you replied so simply. Whoa.” Denthra changed the subject and opened a floorboard. “Operation Firestrike six,” he said pointing to the various sorts of missiles. “We’ve got to save some guy who has the key to the Comachen’s downfall.” He sighed, “but the only problem is, no one knows where he is, either that or we’re getting set up.”

“I hope not.” Preian said gazing at the warheads.

“You get half of them.” Denthra replied. “We gotta take out Broman and his crew, then we carry out our mission.”

“Sabotage.”

“Exactly…”

* * *

SORTAK PRISON

Who was this Black Ranger who was supposed to rescue them? How do the Alderians know where I am if they sent one. Where was the disk and how would he get it back? “Forget that”. He suddenly told himself in a low whisper. What the Alderians needed to know was where the Comachen’s capital world. And that was the only thing he did know that was on the second disk! Ivatia in the constellation Leo, star four. Were some thoughts that raced through Jonathan’s head as he sat in the cell corner. But he knew he would probably rot before he got that information back to Alderia. Suddenly he heard something, and some hard rock food fell to the floor from a shaft in the wall.

“What the heck is this supposed to be?” stammered Minstrel as he picked up a fist-sized loaf of bread and a plastic packet of water.

Paul Wallin ate ferociously in his corner as Jonathan and Timothy still examined the food.

“I thought this place was where they dumped you in here and forgot about you?” He asked himself.

“Don’t you worry Johnny, I have a feeling we won’ be in here for long…” Isaac said with enthusiasm which did not even make Jonathan or anyone smirk.

* * *

ALDERIA

Harri Elton had just returned from the mass funeral. He was being interviewed and people were gathering around him like bees and honey. He wore a brown trench coat and a tuxedo beneath, the cold Alderian air chilled his ears and head. The mob slowly died away and the press started leaving. He neared his private spaceport. He entered the room very quietly and circled the room removing his coat. His spacecraft was in the center launchpad, a pale green and gray carrier. He walked up to the elevator door and opened it, he walked in and punched the button sub-level fourteen and it dropped immediately. It took about thirty seconds until the door opened again, then he was in a water reservoir, waterfalls were at either side and a bridge between them, at the far end was his secret meeting building. He walked across the bridge and at the same time he noticed a light was on in the room. He entered the meeting hall, there was a long table and at his end was a glass of water and a file. At the other end was a black-haired moustached Soviet-looking man. He recognized him immediately.

“Oh, hello Mr. Berzerac.”

* * *

SORTAK PRISON

“Do you see that gray moon up ahead Claire?” Asked Maria from the co-pilot’s seat to Claire who sat behind the pilot’s chairs in the large cockpit.

“Sure do.” Replied Claire.

“Sortak planetary Comachen Prison.” Admitted Raechal as they were just about to enter radar range.

The transmitter buzzed. “This is Sortak Comachen Control. State your business..”

Maria leaned forward.” Cargo delivery.”

“Clearance code please.”

She quickly entered 9 numbers and letters into the keyboard.

After 10 seconds the operator of Sortak Control replied:” Code accepted, dock at bay 109-C.”

They soon found themselves entering a dim-lighted tunnel that opened into the main room which everything was in, the mines at the far bottom, the docking bays and the prisoner bridges over top, the cell veins hallowed into the moon at the far side and several  buildings beside the docking bays. The whole prison was about as big and as tall as a fair sized 23rd century city. Magnetic landing skids sprung themselves from their ship and onto a landing pad, their exterior door opened and a ramp was supplied to their ship soon after landing. One by one they exited the ship and was greeted by a security guard.

“Hi gals, what do you got for us today?” He said smiling at Claire.

“Oh just some equipment.” Replied Raechal.” Now where do we sign in?”

“Sign in?… Oh yeah, just down their in the building nearest to the landing pads is the office, Major Will can ‘elp ya’ there.” The man said confusingly.

They quickly followed another guard up a ramp to a building on 100 meter stilts. When they arrived the guard knocked and opened the door, greeted a man in uniform and explained the womens’ purpose.

“Hello.” The man in uniform stood from his desk. “I’m Major Will Kianne, in charge of the Sortak operation. “Hi.” They all took their turn in saying while they were obliged to write the facts of their mission, shipment, crew, point of departure etc. into a computer.

Suddenly a mining overseer came hustling into the room. “Sir, there’s been an accident with equipment and explosions, it’s chaos down there, sir!” Then the major left the room in a great hurry leaving the three alone to do whatever they want.

“They’ll probably have most personnel working on that for a while, that would give us time to figure out where Jonathan is and how to escape”. Claire, being the most computer wise, accessed the prisoner records of Sortak, and tried to access the last ten prisoner convoys that had entered Sortak. Only one ship had entered from a departure point of Exotia and only 1 prisoner. She then read the screen:” Jonathan A. DeCartier, arrested on Exotia 10 hours ago, no reason for arrest and was sent to cell # B-22.” She sighed in relief that he was not among the slaves down below, who are not even logged into the computer. They then printed a blueprint of the Sortak prison and they were about to leave when Raechal searched the desk drawers and pulled out a handgun.

“I think we’ll need this…”

They ran down the bridge with ultimate speed while occasionally looking at the mines below, lit by vast fires. Sirens shouted as Comachen personnel ran down the ramps trying to extinguish the flames. Parts of the mine had caved in avalanches. “Gee, I didn’t know it was that bad.” Admitted Maria. Then, without noticing, before entering the B cell vein, a guard popped out in font of them.

“Where do you think you’re goin?” He asked with an assault rifle in his hand.

Without reply, Raechal shot the man just above the knee and when he fell down on his knees she kicked him in the lower jaw and breaking it. The man slumped down unconscious, Claire grabbed his gun and then continued the trek into the dark. She then turned on the light of the assault rifle as they neared the end of the tunnel. Checking the cell codes, they finally came upon B-22…

* * *

Timothy Cassen was the first to hear the banging on the door. “D’you hear that?” He asked.

“What?” Jonathan listened. He heard a pounding of fists on the door. He pounded back, something replied. Then he got out of the way to tell the others someone was there. Suddenly, a bullet fired right through the door and hit the other side of the cell, a small hole was now in between the two groups. “Who’s there?” Yelled Jonathan.

“It’s me Jonathan!” Replied a familiar voice.

“Claire?” He echoed. “How did you-”

“I’ll explain later, now get of the way so I can blast through with a laser.” Jonathan stepped back as Claire converted her rifle from bullets to laser. A red beam started to cut through the door and in several minutes, while the others waited, the door caved in and one by one they climbed out of the shaft and back into the cell vein.

“Let’s go, Quick!” Maria yelled. The eight men and women ran down the cell vein until they reached the body of the unconscious guard at the mouth of the cell vein.

Claire peered into the open area, explosions still echoed in the background, but more guards had returned to the bridges. “There is too many guards now, you five will have to take the ventilation shaft to the docking bays, it might take a while, but we have to unload our ship anyway, but you’ll have to be careful, okay.”

Jonathan looked at the others, which mostly Claire’s idea was in favor.

“We’ll be in docking bay 109-C.” Said Raechal as Minstrel kicked open a vent and one by one they crawled in and disappeared.

Then they hurried down the bridge when they were confronted by yet another guard.

“May I help you, this is a restricted zone.” He said.

“Uhhh… We got lost after we signed up for our ship, were is docking bay 109-C?” Maria asked innocently.

The Guard shrugged and pointed.” Just down there.” Without any gratitude they ran to their ship where cargo personnel was waiting to unload their cargo…

* * *

Fairthorn was surrounded by complete darkness, somehow, he had took a wrong turn in a vent and slipped into a dark corridor. Paul Wallin was also gone. He looked around as his eyes came into focus, he must of hit his head, too, for blood was dripping down his forehead. He had entered another shaft, below their’s. It was much darker but the walls were still visible, no alarms had went off or lights put on. This shaft was not a prisoner tunnel, it was some-sort of maintenance or storage tunnel instead. Suddenly, he heard something.

* * *

They were now directly above the entrance to their cell. Jonathan was leading and Timothy in behind.There was a fork in the ventilation shaft, one to the left, which was lighter and seemed less dangerous. The right was bone-chillingly midnight darkness, forward was a cooling fan. Jonathan didn’t asked, he just turned right and headed down the shaft, Gregorr followed and Cassen almost thought twice, but chose to follow. The came to a larger shaft and they could not sit up but could not stand. It was lighter, and this was where the ventilation stopped and the rocky mining tunnels took shape, grating below them revealed compete darkness, it was a dead-end. They decided they would not take their chances in the tunnels and knew nothing about what was below them.

Minstrel sat back against the vent and made a large echoing noise. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a mining prisoner spotted them and started yelling at them. “Help! Help! Escapers! Escapers, Rescue!” The bony- bearded man yelled and caught the attention of seven mine guards who were taking a break somewhere down in the tunnels.

“Get out!” Cassen screamed at them. “Out through the vent!”

Frenzy overtook them as they guards scurried down the tunnel arming their rifles.

“Three of them – fire on my mark.” The lead yelled as they approached the edge of the vent shaft.

Minstrel popped open the grating and slipped in. Jonathan was going to follow but Cassen held him back and shielded him. Cassen started to back off when they started opening fire that buzzed around them and missed by inches.

“Now!” Cassen yelled and pushed Jonathan into the hole, he followed and forgot about the guards. It felt like dropping along time when abruptly-

Splash! Jonathan landed into a murky-slimy liquid, almost like mud. Splash! Timothy Cassen landed a few meters to his left with a cannonball-jump.

“Johnny!” Cassen yelled.

“I’m here!”

“The water is moving!” Cassen warned. “We’re in the garbage discard tunnel. We’re heading deeper into the moon!”

“Where’s Gregorr?” Jonathan yelled.

“I can’t see him.” He looked around. “As a matter of fact I can’t see you either.”

Splash! Splash! Splash!

“The guards!” Cassen added. Flashlights from the guns loomed around the river-way.

The Lieutenant spotted a body in the darkness and fired two shots.

“Aaaaah! You shot my leg!” He recognized the voice, it was one of his own.

“Dang!” He looked around and spotted his other guard as he waded through the sludge. His guard suddenly shot a rifle shell and there was a shriek.

Jonathan remained low and silent, Cassen he could not see and Minstrel, who he had just found, was shot between the collar bone. He tried to find the sides of the tunnel through the strong current and grasped hold of a metal horizontal pipe about a foot above the water line. The wounded guard suddenly floated past him and saw Jonathan. He was too late to get his gun, Jonathan leaped from the wall and pounced on him and held his head under the sludge, they both floated down the tunnel until the guard’s body became lifeless from drowning and then Jonathan tore the rifle from his belt and waded again to the side.

The water was moving more swiftly now and he found it harder to reach the side and finally, he did. The guard lieutenant escaped and back up to the surface. Suddenly Cassen emerged from the sludge, gasping for air, but, as suddenly as he came up, he went down again. He was under attack! Jonathan aimed the rifle at the water and waited until Cassen and the guard emerged again. Then, They both emerged, he fired but he missed by almost more that a meter. Cassen came up and started swimming towards Jonathan. The guard came up too, and went after him but boom! He was dead.

Cassen was still getting his breath when he came to the side. “I think we should have took the tunnel…”

The ongoing serialization of “Renegades” will continue in the coming days. Please stay tuned.

Read Part 5.

renegades: 5th grade sci-fi (part 3)

In the 5th or 6th grade (circa 1995/1996), I wrote a sci-fi novel(la) entitled Renegades. It is more or less a blatant rip-off of any sci-fi or action movie or book I had consumed up until that point in my life. It definitely reads like the work of a 5th-grader, and I’m fairly certain I introduce a new character with a semi-unpronounceable name every few paragraphs, only to kill them off shortly afterward. Having recently recovered this work of art from floppy disk (!), I plan to serialize it here over the coming days. Enjoy (?).

RENEGADES

… Continued from Part 1, Part 2.

Part 3

IVATIA

Rian Broman had returned to Ivatia at last, and was not very happy, Decartier had escaped his grasp and was no somewhere he did not know. He was there for that reason to, Laxatium, the city that is always busy and dark, and the main spaceport and exchange from the eight known systems. He had arrived there on one of the Co3 Giants, a ship that carries cargo, but as big as the Comachen Spaceliner. He had arrived there on time too, noon, at Port 034-B, one of the largest ports and a great rendezvous point. The port was domed but barely any windows, throughout the dome there was small ports for the ships to enter.

The deck was hard and steel, craft of all sorts were parked there with their pilots standing in line before him, those were his recruits. They were the best bounty hunters and assassins in the known systems. Some wore Comachen uniforms, others high-tech war gear and others, were casual street assassins. The first one he saw ran up to him and gave the salute. He was wearing a yellow vest and camouflage underneath covered with grenades and daggers and a flight helmet in his arms.

“I am Nicolai Berzerac, your second-in-command.” The man said under his thick, black mustache and a Russian accent.

Broman didn’t care, he walked on to his recruits and stared at them one by one. The first was a Comachen Lieutenant and covered in weapons and artillery. The second was also Comachen, but the third, yes the third, was now standing before him, he had a feeling about this one, something… The man was wearing casual, but surely, this must be one of the greatest. He had black hair and sharp, brown eyes.

“Name?” Broman demanded.

“Roman Denthra.”

“Who ya’ working for?”

“No one in particular.” Surely this man was going to be very stubborn and wants to go his own ways, but he might be of use.

The next man was short compared to the others, and very young, only about twenty years of age. “Daniel Preian.” The boy said at once without Broman asking.

“I’m sorry, kid, but you’re a little bit young to get shot or to shoot, okay.”

“Sir,” The kid asked. “I don’t care how young I am, but just look at my shooting technique, and you’ll change you’re mind.”

“All right, Shoot the middle of that door on the other side of the port.” He said pointing to a door with a very small round, emblem on it. Broman handed the young man a pistol. “Shoot it and you’re in.” Broman added.

He armed the gun and made sure it was loaded. The room was suddenly silenced. He aimed, and his finger was tight around the trigger. Gunfire echoed, and so did clapping and cheering.

“You’re in.” Broman said. Daniel Preian had made the shot…

*  *  *

SORTAK PRISON

The prison cell was cold and dry, water was sent through out of a pipe in small jugs three times a day as well as food packets. This was not the deepest floor though, the floors lower were oubliettes, a forever resting place of a prisoner, never to be seen again, and the prisoner would only make it three days. He had know learned his cell-mates names, the young, brown-haired Alderian engineer was named Isaac Fairthorn and a wanted war criminal named Minstrel Gregorr but known as “the mosquito”. The one Jonathan had met on the bridge way was Lieutenant Timothy Cassen of the Alderian border space patrol. The last one of the group was a very shy pick-pocket named Paul Wallin, why was he here? Somehow, he had traced a rich guy to his mansion and stole a lot of something he wasn’t sure it was, and it turned out to be something very important. Jonathan sat in the corner by himself, as well as Paul Wallin in another corner. Timothy Cassen stood in the center where the light was greatest and the fan blew the coolest air.

“Jonathan, what brought you here?” Isaac Fairthorn’s young and light voice asked from the other side of the room lying on the cold, dirt floor.

“Let’s just say they are pursuing me for their information that I don’t even have.”

Isaac grinned. “An information hijacker.”

“A what?” Jonathan asked.

Isaac was still looking at the ceiling into nothingness. “Oh, it’s a hacker, I just call it something else.”

John sighed. “Well I’m not a hacker, my brother was. I just helped him out.” Jonathan now had a lump in his throat. “And now he’s gone, and their after me now.”

Isaac was then silent.

* * *

ALDERIA

It was midday and it was cold as the dead of night. The immense parliament stood before the rioting crowds, it was silent but there were of course guards. President Amuel Spara was somewhere inside, probably not caring about his empire or it’s destruction. The crowds were fighting back too, trying to get to the President. But the crowd control Alderian police held them back with their billy clubs and shields. Automobiles raced overhead the parliament and the riots. some were military, other civilian cars flying over the capital city of Origna. The president watched in disbelief from the tower room on the top floor, he sat in his housecoat sipping coffee in his favorite leather chair looking at the falling empire, he just knew it, the Alderian empire would not make it another five years. The maintenance droid behind him was polishing the bar top, it made a lot of annoying racket that the president disliked in his favorite place on Alderia. The hexagonal room echoed as the elevator arrived and the vice-president Harri Elton was the first to enter.

“Mr. President-”

“I will talk to the public.. today.” the president interrupted.

Elton was surprised by the courageous president. ” All right, then will you tell them to get out of our sight and go home?”

“Be patient Mr. Elton, I will tell them of our problems and good reasons to go home but I will not force them.”

Harri Elton did not like the way the president always disagreed with him. “Will you tell them now?”

The president sighed. “Yes.”

* * *

The crowd was sent into fury when the president arrived and yells and screams were sent up in the air. The president was surrounded by three dozen guards and Harri Elton.

“Draat!” The man in black whispered loudly. He was totally covered in a black Comachen uniform and was trying to find his target with his propeller Gatling gun. The president was surrounded in guards and his very orders were to take out the president and no one else, quickly. He lay there cursing at the guards and the president and the whole enemy empire, the crowd was starting to quiet very slowly and that gave him more time to concentrate.

“Black spider…” Came a voice on his com-link – It was his spy and  commander. “He is beginning, cut him off at the end.”

“Copy.” Came the rough voice in return.

The president cleared his throat. “People of the empire.” He addressed them and the crowd was sent into cheer again. “Trouble has come to hand, the Comachen empire is closing in on us and our country is failing, we must continue to work our way through these difficult times and protect our nation, our people, our lives! Now go home and be brave, for war will come, and one side, will win!”

The crowd went into cheer again chanting. “Us! Us! We will win this war!”

Sweat rolled down the assassins face and his finger was set on the trigger, the president was in view.

“That is all I have to say.” the president finished.

Now!

The president fell from the five story-balcony and on his back before the gate. Some of the crowd in shock, others gathering the body. He was dead.

The spy tried to look from the balcony for the assassin and a chance to reward him, but he knew… Black Spider, assassin of President Amuel Spara, was gone…

The ongoing serialization of “Renegades” will continue in the coming days. Please stay tuned.

Read Part 4.

renegades: 5th grade sci-fi (part 2)

In the 5th or 6th grade (circa 1995/1996), I wrote a sci-fi novel(la) entitled Renegades. It is more or less a blatant rip-off of any sci-fi or action movie or book I had consumed up until that point in my life. It definitely reads like the work of a 5th-grader, and I’m fairly certain I introduce a new character with a semi-unpronounceable name every few paragraphs, only to kill them off shortly afterward. Having recently recovered this work of art from floppy disk (!), I plan to serialize it here over the coming days. Enjoy (?). Continue reading

renegades: 5th grade sci-fi (part 1)

In the 5th or 6th grade (circa 1995/1996), I wrote a sci-fi novel(la) entitled Renegades. It is more or less a blatant rip-off of any sci-fi or action movie or book I had consumed up until that point in my life. It definitely reads like the work of a 5th-grader, and I’m fairly certain I introduce a new character with a semi-unpronounceable name every few paragraphs, only to kill them off shortly afterward. Having recently recovered this work of art from floppy disk (!), I plan to serialize it here over the coming days. Enjoy (?). Continue reading