Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Ode To Time Travel

Here is some poetry that i thought up one day
it is unpolished and written in the modern style without 
rhyming or fancy prose. Not my prefered style but it
seemed right for this piece

Read, enjoy and please leave your comments.


Ode To Time Travel

They talk about "inventing" time travel
but they don't see
We are all time travellers. 

We come from the past, we came to the present
to change the future

Want to travel to the future? you will get there 
soon enough
everyone gets to see the future they helped create

But what they are saying is that they want 
to visit the past, well...
that is what books are for.
When we write books, we put ourselves
who we are, where we've been, what we've seen
into our writing.
Read a book and travel in your mind, to the past.

But they want to change the past, the mistakes
the pain and failure...
they can do that too.
The present becomes the past with the passing of a breath.
Change what you are doing now and...boom
you just changed the past.

So mind what you say and do
the space-time continuum is in your hands
Time Traveler 

Friday, April 6, 2018

War in the Stars

War in the Stars

Many of the most memorable moments in the Star Wars franchise are the epic battles in space between starships loaded with exotic weapons. In this second part of a planned 3-part series we will examine the history and progress in space combat and it's possible future. As usual only the films will be considered "canon" sources.


Episode I: In the dying years of the Galactic Republic Most cargo and life-forms are transported across the galaxy by Freighters, medium-size starships equiped with Hyperdrives that enable ships to enter another dimension and cross vast distances near-instantly. The Trade Federation blockade a planet with large capital-class battleships to control trade. The Federation depends largely on computers and droids to run their ships. Their Battleships sport heavy Turbolasers, Droid fighters, large troop transports and a very strong deflector shield. The battleships are circular rings built around a central orb that can land on a planet and reacend to the orbiting ring. The Federation also deploy Droid Control ships, battleships that can remotely operate an entire army of robot infantry and tanks from orbit. Naboo builds starships that share a sleek, silver aesthetic. Their Royal transport, a luxurious freighter-class ship, was able to bypass a blockade because it carried a full bay of R2-series astromech droids that repaired the ship on the go. It is surprising that no other ships use this, seeing how  useful it could be. Naboo Starfighters are "Short Range" fighters, incapable of hyperspace combat. They carry blaster canons, photon torpedoes and Gungan-type energy shields. They seem prone to overheating. 

Episode II: Jedi starfighters  have special features like Hyperdrive rings, spare part canisters, stabilizer flaps and communication dishes that can send holographic messages halfway across the galaxy. These enhancements pale in comparison to the Mandalorian death machine Slave I. It boasts dual rapid-fire blaster canons, seismic charges (powerful asteroid-shredding depth-charges) and a payload of "smart missiles" that can track fast and agile targets with great precision.
The Republic Receives powerful new  Battlecruisers to carry their clone army. These triangular ships are ancestors to the dreaded Star Destroyer and are truly formidable in their own right. They carry batteries of huge blaster canons, (reminiscent of old earth sailing ships) and a powerful laser in its ventral hangar. Unlike other starships, which keep their starfighters and transports in ray-shielded bays on the starboard and port sides, the clone Battlecruisers keep their support craft in a central bay running the length of the ship, protected by massive double retractable blast plates.
Episode III: The battle of Coruscant showed great advances in starfleet combat as the Republic battled the Separatist Alliance. The Separatists built sleek battlecruisers fitted with broadside canons, extendable drive flaps, emergency booster engines and metal blast plates that can cover the bridge and cargo bay's in an emergency. The Vulture Droid Starfighter was given "smart" missiles that could disperse buzz droids to tear apart starships, hack and shut down their online systems.  The new Tri-fighter is an effective space-supremacy starship.

The Republic starfighter has an extra gunner's position to fire a rear blaster canon and S-foils. 
Rogue One: Starship combat changed again when the Rebel Alliance rose to confront the tyranical Galactic Empire. The Rebellion cobbled together a fleet that mixed old Hammerhead corvette's and slide-wing dropships with a new generation of sleek Mon Calamari support cruisers. Rebel Y-wings, bomber craft loaded with ion and conventional torpedoes could completely disable a capital ship.
The X-wing was and is the most versatile starfighter ever built. With quad laser canons, photon torpedoes, extendable s-foils, ejection seats, deflector shields and targeting computers. But their most important innovation is a built-in hyperdrive which allows the X-wing to launch attacks across vast distances without depending on support ships or needing to refuel. 

The Imperial TIE fighter is possibly the fastest manned ship in the galaxy and comes in many variations. It is also exetremely manueverable and sports two rapid-fire blaster canons. 
Imperial Star destroyers, the most intimidating capital ships in the Galaxy, also revolutionize warfare as deeply as the X-wing. Banks of turbolaser turrets, squadrons of TIE fighters, strong deflector shields and Lambda-class drop ships bring the might of the empire to bear on any resistance. The Victory I class was capable of operating within the orbit of a planet in a close-support role, while the Victory II class, twice as large and sporting powerful ion engines, could catch speedy blockade runners. The Tractor beams could lock onto a freighter starship and pull it in, no engine could break out of the artificial gravity field and the captured starship could not go to lightspeed and enter hyperspace.

Episode IV: Another technology that changed space warfare was tracking a ship along its last known trajectory to follow  it through hyperspace.  
The crowning military achievment of this age was the Death Star, a gigantic battlestation defended by TIE fighters, turbolaser turrets, tractor beams and sporting a huge death-laser powered by Khyber crystals that could fire a single reactor for an explosion equal to the yield of a nuclear weapon. A full strength blast could destroy an entire planet. Despite its long charge time, slow impulse movement in realspace and fatal exaust port weakness, the Death Star threatened to change to balance of power in the galaxy and extinguish the Rebellion.
The Millenium Falcon is the size of a freighter, but it is extensively modified for enhanced performance and versatility. Its uni-engine gives it speed comparable to TIE fighters and lightspeed capabilities. It's two rapid-fire quad-blasters provide point defence against starfighters. It's systems are redundant and easily repaired.

Episode V: On the planet Hoth the Rebellion built an Ion canon that could disable a orbiting capital-class starship. The Rebellion are pioneers in using Ion technology to even the odds. Imperial starships use probe droids to search vast areas of space with limited manpower. Tie-bombers, a response to the rebel y-wing, can carpet bomb starships and ground targets with proton blasts. 
Admiral Needa once mentioned a "Cloaking device" which smaller ships could not utilize. There is no other mention in contemporary lore of cloaked starships. This is a fascinating technology that could be brought up some time in the future.

Episode VI: To assault the Second Death Star the Rebel Alliance assembled their strongest spacefleet. The capital ships were mostly light cruisers and support ships. D, A and X-wing starfighters comprised most of the fleet's offensive power. In contrast the Imperial starfleet was composed of Star Destroyers bristling with turbolasers, fielding hordes of TIE fighters which were not heavily armed enough to destroy rebel capital ships with their light laser canons, instead attempting to destroy the rebel starfighters.

The Second Death star, while still under construction, could target individual cruisers with its unstoppable death-laser, could recharge it's weapon quickly and was protected by a planetside energy shield.

Episode VII: The New Order refitted old imperial assets with cutting edge technology to give them the upper hand in their attempt to conquer the galaxy. They field atmospheric Assault Landers (Very similar looking to Higgins boats used during the D-day landings) Armed with automatic canons and searchlights to deploy troops planetside in minutes. Elite TIE fighters are armed to the  teeth with blaster canons, missiles and mag-pulses, with a gunner focusing on the fight while the pilot steers. Redesigned Star Destroyers have heavier Turbolaser Turrets (Single instead of dual-barrel) and Ventral canons mounted on their undersides which, when charged, can fire four "smart" missiles at very nimble targets.

Starkiller base was built into a cold planet and can drain the energy of an entire sun into itself, staying stable with a massive thermal oscillator, before firing it out into multiple beams that can vaporize an entire system of planets and all nearby orbiting ships. The beams travel at lightspeed and have no range restrictions. 

The Resistance countered these revolutionary developments by upgrading standard X-wing starfighters with small improvements like a drop-down point-defence gun and a blaster rifle for the pilot. 

Episode VIII: Warning spoilers

The First Order fleet sent to destroy the Resistance fielded several Mandator-class Dreadnoughts. These huge ships were covered in thick armor and packed, in addition to turbolasers, two heavy orbital canons that once charged could demolish a planetside base or capital ship in a barrage of energy bolts. They are mounted ventrally. The flagship of their fleet was the gigantic Mega-class Star Destroyer, built like a B-2 stealth bomber. This thing is many times larger than, and built to build and repair, conventional star destroyers. It also carried a device capable of following a starship through hyperspace, which has obvious implications for anyone trying to escape a superior force.  And of course what I think is the most interesting development in the history of Star wars warfare, Lightspeed Ramming.

The Resistance used SF-17 starfortress's. (an obvious ripoff of the B-17 flying fortress. A single bomber carries enough proton bombs to destroy a capital ship with a single good bombing run. But the ships are ridiculously slow, fragile and prone to erupting in unexploded ordinance when destroyed that will devastate other ships in the formation.

Breakdown-lets discuss shields, fuel, astrodroids, Astroids and the future of warfare.
There are several types of planetary shields. One protects an entire planet but is fueled by an orbiting ring to allow  passage through and the shield fails if the ring is destroyed. Another can protect a portion of a planet. It is impervious to any bombardment and can be turned on and off to allow  the passage of ships. On Yavin a single shield generator protected the entire moon and the battlestation in orbit. Starkiller base was protected entirely by shields, but starships going at the speed of light could penetrate them. As planetary shielding goes, it is getting better all the time, but there is always a flaw  in the system so far.

All spacecraft require Fuel To fire their Ion impulse engines and hyperdrivers. Short-Range fighters cannot travel far on their own fuel and are moved to the battlefield in carriers or used for planetary defence. 

All non-Empire/Separatist Starfighters have a slot for a R-series astromech droid that can conduct emergency repairs, boost power to subsystems and disable autopilot functions.

ASTEROIDS are a significant hazard to starships. Fields of these floating rocks can cream fighter craft, damage capital ships and impair communications and hyperspace jumps.

Why is space combat in Star Wars always at such short range? (Aside from the fact that it is entertaining.) The primary weapon of most starships is the Turbolaser, a oversized blaster that fires a bolt of plasma. The plasma moves at sub-light speeds (as opposed to a true laser) and loses power the further it travels.
To hit any target reliably and with effect starships must get close to their target. Computers in Star Wars seem like primitive 80's technology that cannot track targets without a crew operating the weapons platforms. 

So Where is space warfare going? Capital ships seem here to stay. They are versatile, useful for planetary bombardment, troop transport, ground support, conventional battle with turbolasers and the capacity to transport cheap sub-lightspeed starfighters. On the flipside they are slow, complex, vulnerable to starfighters if unsupported and exessively expensive to build and maintain. But perhaps the future of war is squadrons of hyperspace-capable starfighters like X-wings, able to strike from across the galaxy, armed with Ion torpedoes and conventional weapons to disable and destroy larger ships. 

But to take and hold planets it is desirable to have a mobile base, an eye in the sky. If I was to build a spacefleet to conquer the Galaxy I would avoid any fancy (and expensive) planetsized superweapons.
I would build small battlestations to orbit worlds under my control, supported by a task force of Heavy cruisers equipped with R2-class astromech droids for repair work, tractor beams and turbolaser batteries. And maybe a couple of those cloaking devices.

But the primary focus would be on a fleet of versatile Starfighters and bombers, outfitted with hyperdrives, "smart" missiles, seismic charges, ion torpedoes and buzz droid bombs to destroy the enemy capital ships.
My fleet would not confront strong enemy fleets, but send a task force with a junky old freighter and use it as a hyperspace missile to one-shot enemy capital ships.

Thats it. I hope you found this essay Useful. 
Soon I hope to publish my final essay piece, planetside warfare in Star wars.  
Perhaps soon I will write a short story also

Please comment and let me know what you thought. Also, did I get anything wrong?

Thursday, March 29, 2018

LETHAL FORCE


Lethal Force
Lets cut to the the chase. The Force is many things, Midi-chlorians, a cosmic energy field, the light and dark side, Sith and Jedi etc. But this essay will be focused on the Abilities that a creature strong in the force can manifest and whether or not they can make anyone completely invincible. This is written using only the live action films as reference and contains no non-canon work.
Qui-Gon Force push
ESP (extra sensory perception). Force Users can sense any nearby life-forms and the emotions radiating from them. Feeling hostile intent can help avoid surprise attacks.
Reaching out with the Force, the user can anticipate attacks even if blind.
User's often focus on allowing the Force to guide their actions, allowing them to navigate to a location that they could not find normally, a very useful ability.
Physical Enhancment; A Force user can access highly enhanced reflexes. This allows them to wield a lightsaber without cutting their own limbs off, attacking faster than most opponents can react and deflecting subsonic blaster bolts with ease. They can also leap hundreds of feet, safely fall long distances and temporarily increase speed to a blur. 
Mind Tricks; Practiced users of the Force can manipulate the minds of others, particularly the "weak minded". This technique is ineffective against Toydarians and Hutts. The target is placed into a suggestible state similar to hypnotism and follows the user's directions.  The Force can also be used to calm animals enough for them to be ridden.
Sith Lightning; This is often seen as the most powerful Force technique that requires focused hatred to work at full potential. Death by electrocution is not quick or painless. It can be used one-handed for saber duelists, used with telekinesis to throw people around while electrocuting them or bounced off of surfaces. This ability can lock down a target or group and disable them for a few minutes. However effective it may be, there are still ways to stop lightning. It can be absorbed by a lightsaber. The most experienced Force users can absorb or even redirect it with their bare hands.
Telekinesis; This is the most versatile ability Force Users can tap. They can "Push" a target a considerable distance, "choke" a creature by constricting its throat or lift multiple objects. Using this power requires mental focus. Distance is no object. Anything the user can see or envision accuratly can be moved. The size of the object to be moved is also not an issue. Darth Vader is the pioneer in this area, able to snatch the blaster out of someone's hand and stop blaster bolts with his bare hand.
Disintegrate Self; Just as Sith lightning is the ultimate manifestation of Dark side power, the ultimate ability of the Jedi school of learning is to phase the User's body completely out of the physical world and become a "Force Ghost" essentially becoming immortal. Yoda, the greatest Jedi ever to live. Was able to hit someone in the physical world with his stick and cause lightning to strike a tree while in ghost form. It seems appropriate that the greatest Sith goal is being able to shoot lightning, while Jedi aim for more long-term and non-violent goals.
Precognition; Force users will sometimes see visions of the past or future. Future visions are unreliable, reflecting possible events based on the current state of the galaxy, but the future is always in flux, nothing is nailed down.
Lightsabers; The laser sword is a perfect weapon for a force user. It can be thrown accuratley with the force and return to the user. They come in Green, Blue, Red and Purple. Single hilt, double-bladed, dual wielded and crossblade models exist. Each lightsaber is customized to fit a specific user. Every User has a prefered fighting style. Fast blows blurring together, strong, unstoppable attacks and everything inbetween can be used.
New age Force Powers; Recent films have revealed new and extremely powerful Force abilities that greatly expand the potential of force users. Force telekinesis that can freeze a person in place or stop a blaster bolt in its tracks. Forcibly accessing someone's memories or knocking them unconcious with a wave of the hand. Projecting a image of the User across the galaxy. As more films come out the nature of the Force will no doubt be explored more fully and this essay will be rendered obsolete.
Epilogue: How to destroy a Force-User
No telling when a powerful Force-User will threaten your life, liberty or sanity. So here are some valid ways to turn an ordinary guy into a Sith-Killer.
Flamethrowers, toxic darts and slug rifles cannot be deflected by lightsabers. Concentrated high-power blaster fire can overwhelm saber defences. Rockets and other explosives are effective. In general throw everything you have at them from range.
Electrostaffs, shock rods and riot batons made of lightsaber-resistant alloys if the target closes in to melee range. Be sure to train intensley before combat. Saber-resistant armor would be a good asset as well.
 Jetpacks, grapnel guns etc can help you match the supernatural agility of a Force-User
In the end fighting someone who can always predict your next move is risky at best.

Thats it folks! Thanks for reading my post. Please comment below and tell me if I missed anything important.



Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Trucker Santa


Santa Trucker
Elias Prost was stuck. The snow soaked through his Oxford slacks as he knelt in the snow. The freezing tire iron bit his bare hand. Elias stood and swayed on his feet before letting out a yell and punching the half of sedan that was not sunk in a snowbank. Elias dropped his tire iron and clutched his hand, howling up at the vast, merciless Alaskan sky. Then, his fury spent, he staggered up the steep grade to the highway. Icy asphalt stretched before him straight to the horizon in both directions. Not a soul was to be seen on the road, just like the last twenty times Elias Checked.

The chattering lawyer turned again at last and slid back down to his car, slipping on slick rock, his pants torn and muddied. At the bottom Elias reached into his pocket reflexively and pulled out his cell phone. He slid his hand over the screen, but all he got in response was the blinking red low power button. Elias resisted the urge to hurtle it away and put it back in his pocket instead, muttering to himself. “Yeah, cell phones, always your best friend for 9.99$ a month. Except for when you don’t charge ‘em and leave your charger back at the hotel. Ah, who am I kidding, probably wouldn’t get service out here anyways.”

The winter sun hung in the sky, cold and distant. That was one comfort, at least it would not get much darker outside, at least not for another two weeks. But it was still as cold as an insurance salesman’s heart. He should know.

Elias had lost feeling in his hands, unless he touched something, sending shocks of pain across his raw skin. He fumbled with his car door, wrenching it open at last and piling inside. He felt tired now, very tired. All that digging away the snow to expose his hood and sliding around the hillside had worn him out. If he hadn’t swerved off of the road to avoid hitting that reindeer he would still be on his way to Fairbanks. Now he was piled at the bottom of a ditch, half buried In snow and frozen mud. Elias pulled the door closed and turned the key in the ignition. The engine whined and sputtered, then died. He pulled his designer jacket close around him and laid down across the seats. He would not rest long. He needed to do something soon, not sure what, something. Elias Prost closed his eyes and laid down to die.

The drawn-out honk of a truck horn dragged Elias to the edge of sleep. He blinked once, then sat bolt upright as his foggy mind quickened The cold had drained all the strength out of his body. His thought were racing a mile a minute but he still seemed to move in slow motion as he reached for the door. One push, but the door didn’t move. Elias tried twice more, breathing hard, his heart pounding in his chest. Then it hit him. The door was frozen shut.

The truck horn sounded again, unbearably loud, the most welcome sound in the world. Elias hit his own horn in reply. The sedan let out an annoying bray in protest. The truck horn was silent. Desperation wrapped it’s icy talons across Elias’s chest. He leaned back and slammed his patent leather shoes into the driver seat window. They slapped against the slick glass. He kicked out again...with no impression. Bitterly he wished that he had not left the tire iron outside. His legs ached with cold. It would be so easy to lay down and give up. Once more the truck horn sounded its call to action. Once more Elias kicked and this time a spider web of cracks spread across the window. Another kick and glass tinkled onto the rocks outside. He had his opening. One push and he was hanging out of his window, glass cutting threads from his jacket. Another push and he flopped out onto the cold hard ground, breath driven from him in a puff of white frost.

Up on the highway a bright red semi-truck blew black smoke into the frigid air. The trailer said X-press. Elias flipped over and began scrambling up the hill. He missed his footing and slid backwards, then looked up to see the truck door opening. Again he pulled himself upwards and at last reached the top of the slope. A large hand reached down into his view and hauled him to his feet. The hand was connected to a heavily muscled arm, which led to a large man with a fluffy white beard. The guy was shorter than Elias, but bristled with an aura of confidence. He wore a thick woolen jacket over a red flannel sweater and denim overalls tucked into his boots.

“You need a lift son.” The trucker said and gestured to the semi cab door. “Hop in and tell me about it on the way, it’s hard to breath out here.” Elias lost no time scrambling into the truck. Inside he slammed the door shut and basked in the heat radiating from the dashboard. His hands began to sting as warmth returned to them.

The trucker hopped into the cab and reached for the thermos of hot chocolate steaming in a cupholder before turning his bright blue eyes on Elias. The lawyer clenched his hands, unable to close them fully. “T-thanks for picking me up.” The trucker chuckled, a deep rumble that seemed to shake his whole body. “No problem. People get stuck on this stretch all the time. Glad I could help.” Elias was silent for a moment, steam rising from his sodden clothes. “And you are?” The trucker threw his vehicle into gear and accelerated onto the highway proper. “I am Santa Claus.” With his strength returned some of Elias’s natural belligerency. He smiled. “What, so the “Ho ho ho, merry Christmas” kind of Santa?” Santa turned and scratched his beard. “That’s right. This is my job, trucking. The giving presents to kids and elves and workshops, that is all kind of my hobby.”  

The CB radio crackled to life. “Hey Reindeer this is Breaker 1 7 what’s your 20?” Santa picked up the mike. “Hey Breaker 1 7 I’m 30 miles south of Fairbanks. Stopped to pick up a Frosty.” The voice came back fuzzy. “Another one? That black ice is sure doing a number on them. Gotta swing man, I just hit the Elk Ridge rest-stop. Breaker 1 7 over and out.”

Elias glanced out at the highway slipping by. Steam still rose from his soggy pants but he had stopped shivering. Now a great weariness settled over him. His head nodded once, then slid against the window, the heater ruffling his damp hair.


Elias Prost was free. The honk of a truck horn jerked him out of deep sleep and he looked around, blinking before remembering where he was. The trucker with the white beard handed him his wallet, which had been drying on the dashboard. Outside snow was falling slowly on the roofs of Fairfield. Elias hopped out of the truck into the cutting breeze. He turned in time to catch a thick wool overcoat the trucker tossed after him. He looked up at the trucker. “Thanks a lot for everything, um, Santa.” Elias opened his wallet. “Here, let me give you...” Santa scratched his beard. “No thanks pal, its just what I do.” Santa fired up his truck and shifted into gear and pulled away. “Hey Elias, thanks for not turning Comet into roadkill. I’ll need him in a couple months. Merry Christmas.”

Friday, November 4, 2016

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Sunday, October 16, 2016

Chevylier

I am not officially restarting my blog. But my work is slowing down at last, so here is a little story I wrote. I may be writing full-time again soon.



Chevylier

Sir Track of Houston rumbled across the open plains of the Kingdom of Texas. His armored silver truck ripping over low bushes and hills, the suspension absorbing every jolt.

Track glanced at the passenger seat where his squire leaned on the dashboard, eyes closed. He turned back to the faint road, little more than a shallow trail. There was still plenty of biodiesel in the tank and it was five hours ride to Grease-pit village. Above the noonday sun glared down on canyons rising like scissors to pinch the silver truck. Sir Track narrowed his eyes and turned to punch his squire in the shoulder. The youth recoiled and instinctively reached for his combat knife. Sir Track grabbed his arm. “Steady Rigs.”

The knight pointed through the dirty windshield at the narrow pass that led through the canyon, the only pass to Grease-pit village within two hundred miles. “I need you awake here Rigs. Perfect place for an ambush. A squad of knaves with fire bombs could give us serious hurt from atop yon rocks. Look alive.”

Two thousand yards away in a cave tucked into the canyon wall a man named Barker stared at the silver truck through rusty binoculars. His practiced eye evaluated the target. This truck was no merchant or freewheeling mechanic. From its spiked bumper to the iron cattle pusher soldered to its grill it was a war rig. Barker did not recognize the pic of arms painted on the side. Doubtless this was some knight of Clothholm or Stockbarn. Or perhaps it was a marauder like himself. But no…this truck was well maintained. Certainly a knight on the road.

Normally a marauder would let the knight pass and wait for a weaker target. But Barker hated knights. He still carried the scars of a beating from a knight who caught him stealing food, years ago. The Barker stroked his beard and stowed the binoculars in the web gear that crisscrossed his ceramic body armor. He turned into the cave where his battle van sat parked, painted and stained black as midnight. Barker opened the driver’s door and kicked the teenager sleeping by his feet. “Razor, wake up.” He ground out at the grimy lad scrambling out of reach. “Wake up and pile in. We’re gonna bust up some wheels.”

Barker pulled the keys from the chain around his neck and jammed them into the ignition. No good driver went anywhere without his keys. Razor crawled into the turret welded onto the top of the van and loaded the heavy machine gun, snapping back the cocking handle with glee. He lived for hunting.

Sir Track flinched as a black van roared out of a cave seven hundred yards away. The knight yanked on the wheel and brought his vehicle to face the stranger. No pic of arms on the van, just a crudely spray-painted red sign. “Black Night.” Sir Track stuffed his head into his old riot police helmet. Rigs sat up straight next to him and loaded the knights assault rifle. “Sir, can we outrun them in the canyon?” Track turned to his squire. “Outrun them? Should we be afraid of some bandits in a battered rig?” Rigs turned red. “No Sire, I mean…” Track held up a gloved hand. “I know that you are brave, little Rigs. But we don’t know if this knave has planned a trap further into the pass. Here we will wait for him to make his play.”

Barker skidded the van to a stop and cursed at the fuel tank meter. He would have to siphon some biodiesel from this truck after he killed the knight. Above Razor bounced up and down with excitement. Barker accelerated. “O.K. Razor, let it rip.”

Razor opened up, the machine gun’s thumping beat shaking the whole van. Track saw the tracer rounds arcing towards him. Instinctively he yelled “Slits” and hauled on the chain hanging in the cab. A great slab of steel swung overhead and slammed down over the front windows of the truck. The machine gun rounds came dancing along the dry dirt, throwing up clouds of dust and slammed into the steel, ramming great dents in it. Track hit the gas and the truck surged forwards in a storm of spraying rocks and gravel.

The van lurched towards its target as Razor’s machine gun pounded the truck. Less than fifty yards separated the speeding vehicles. Barker bent his eyebrows in concentration. The knight’s truck was more maneuverable. He would try to ram the van. Barker decided that he would drive straight until the last moment and veer around the truck to hit its weak back area. It would take careful timing.
Staring through slits in the steel slab, Sir Track studied the approaching van, ignoring the sweat dripping into his eyes. Rigs saw the look in his master’s eyes and braced himself for impact. Twenty yards between the two vehicles, now ten, now five and Barker made his play. The van twisted to the left. At the same moment Sir Track threw the truck on an intercept course.

Metal crunched and spun off in little pieces as the truck rammed the van right behind its right wheel. The cattle pusher crumpled its armored body like tin. The van skidded a dozen yards on two wheels and flipped on its side in an explosion of dirt. Razor was thrown clear of the gun turret and collapsed in a pile nearby.

The truck slowed down and turned about, dragging its cattle pusher. Rigs relaxed and released the breath he had been holding. Sir Track sat for a moment, then grabbed his assault rifle and opened the door. A wave of hot air flooded into the fan-cooled cabin. Track grabbed Rigs by the shoulder. “Stay in the truck, I will call you in a minute. Find that towing cable.” Rigs scowled and pulled his compact shotgun from a compartment. “I want to come. I am not a coward.” Sir Track’s voice got quiet. “But can you follow an order?” Rigs stopped short and the fire in his eyes faded. “Already have I lost two squires in combat, you will not be the third. By the code of chevilry I must not ride a rig against an unrigged enemy. Stay here.”

Barker felt his pounding forehead gingerly and coughed. Smoke seeped into his inverted cabin, something in the engine must have caught fire. He disentangled himself from his seatbelt and crawled through a window. Peeking around his hammered van he saw the truck parked close by. The knight had just stepped out of the cabin and was approaching. Barker reached inside the window and pulled out a compact submachine gun with one hand while brushing sparks out of his beard with the other.

Razor opened his eyes and groaned, his leg was broken. Rising from the dust on one arm he pulled out his pistol from a leg holster. He saw the knight advancing towards the van, ignoring him. Razor fired seven wild shots with one hand. Sir Track dropped to one knee as pistol bullets kicked up dust around him. Reflexes honed by years of training he brought up his rifle and shot Razor through the chest. The dusty squire collapsed and Track was already moving again, weapon trained on the van.

Barker saw the knight coming. The cunning marauder pulled a grenade from his web gear, armed it and flipped it over the van. Sir Track saw the object land, a second later he knew what it was. Track threw himself on the ground. A loud bang as the bomb threw a thousand invisible pieces of hot shrapnel over his head and a shockwave through his heart.

Rigs watched the fight through a gun slit, gripping his shotgun tight. He was torn between his desire to fight with his master and earn the trust of this noble knight by staying put.

Barker stepped from behind the van, gun leveled. As Sir Track rose shakily to his feet Barker shot him in the back plate armor with a burst of bullets. Track pitched forwards and went down. Barker advanced, firing a stream of rounds into the knight. Track writhed as the stinging copper bolts pounded him into the ground. The SMG’s magazine ran dry and Barker slapped another magazine in with practiced ease. Rigs watched the knave deliberately shoot Sir Track in the unarmored leg, that was the last straw. Track might not want to lose another squire, but Rigs was not going to lose a knight on his watch. He cocked his shotgun and twisted the door open.

Barker savagely kicked the knight and wiped his bloody nose. “Not so tough now, are yeh? This is what you get for ‘reckin my rig. I’m gonna tie you to my grill and watch you dry out.” He fired just next to his victim’s head. Sir Track rolled over and Barker was staring into the muzzle of a handgun. Track fired, missing Barker’s head by millimeters. Barker kicked the handgun away and stomped down on Track’s arm.

Rigs ran forwards and yelled. “Hey knave, have at thee.” Barker looked up, just in time to catch a handful of buckshot in the chest plates. The impact threw him into a complete backflip. Barker slammed into the ground, gasping, empty of air and fully surprised. Rigs ran up close and holstered his shotgun before whipping out his combat knife. Barker’s watery eyes cleared and he saw a young face above him, felt himself being flipped over. Leather gloves searched him, snatching away his backup pistol and machete. He was vaguely aware of a knife pressing into the soft skin of his throat and a voice echoing through his aching ears. “Yield villain or I will end you. Yield. I will not waste a bullet on thee.” And Barker was afraid. He strove to get some air in his lungs, to do anything but gasp and flail around. Rigs stared down on him with cold brown eyes. Finally, it came out. “I yield.” Barker said.

Rigs of Houston cruised across the plains of the Kingdom of Texas in a crumpled silver truck. He was towing a still-smoking black van. A marauder named Barker lay chained in his truck bed. Miles behind him in a shallow grave lay Razor, his final resting place marked by a twisted machine gun bent into a cross.


Rigs glanced at the passenger seat where Sir Track reclined, tossing in an uneasy sleep, wounded leg wrapped in bandages. The bleeding had stopped but only at Castle Houston could he get the treatment he needed. Rigs took a deep breath, turned up the fan and sat back. Five hours ride to Castle Houston. Might as well relax while he could.  

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Monday, April 11, 2016

Farewell for now

So Long Everybody

So, because of circumstances beyond my control I will have to post less, or indeed no more articles on my blog for the foreseeable future. I will miss sharing all of my little stories with you and I sincerely hope to recommence blogging in the future some time. Thank you all for reading my articles and all your constructive comments. I am going now. I do not know how long it will be, but 
I Will Return !!!







And here is some really cool artwork from Deviantart.
So long everybody.