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Ride Of Doom


The cart creaked and rocked as it moved along the rough cobblestone road pulled by a horse that looked like it would rather be back in the barn munching hay.

For that matter, I would have been happy to join him.  There were four of us riding in back, our hands bound, with an imperial guard driving the cart while keeping an eye on us, ready to whip out his sword at the first sign of trouble.  None of us wanted to be here though because we knew that we were being taken to the headsman’s block.  Well, three of us knew.

Imperial guards had ambushed us on the road near here.  Two of the passengers were rebels that the empire had been after for quite a while.  I was here because I’m one of those “outsider” types that aren’t quite trusted in these parts and I happened to be traveling through there at exactly the wrong moment.  The last guy was busily complaining that if not for the rebels he’d have been able to steal the horse he was after and been halfway home by now.

As the cart came to a stop in town he asked why we were stopping.  Ralof told him “what do you think?  it’s the end of the line”, nodding in the direction of the waiting block in the town square, the headsman waiting with his black hood and deadly axe.

This sent the horse thief into a panic.  He tried to tell the guards that he didn’t belong here, that he wasn’t a rebel and how this just wasn’t fair.

The two rebels were called and calmly walked to line up at the block, knowing that with all the soldiers present it would take a miracle to change their fate.  The horse thief was called next.  He panicked and ran.  The soldiers didn’t even blink as two of them lifted their bows and with two expert shots, cut him down in mid-stride.

Next it was my turn.  I saw little choice but to cooperate with the soldiers and move to my place in line.  Mind you I had no desire to have my head removed but if I had to go it was bloody well going to be with as much dignity as I could muster.  We Kajiit are a proud race, running off in terror like that thief would have been beyond shameful.  Besides, it didn’t do him any good now did it?

What I didn’t expect is that I would indeed live beyond this day, or the manner in which I was spared from the block.

(to be continued)

I’ve Been Watching Too Many Bad Horror Movies

It very well could be.  I have to say that I’m not one hundred percent certain about this but it is possible.  I have been watching rather a lot of them recently.

In the last few months I have probably seen a hundred and fifty or more different horror movies.  Titles ranging from well known, almost classics, such as Blade, the Nightmare on Elm St. franchise, the Halloween films, Friday the 13th, to dozens of obscure zombie titles, assorted vampire stories and the inevitable films about this or that crazed killer.

I think the one big sign could be that I’ve been dreaming about horror movies lately.  There is one thing about them though that makes me think that it might not *quite* be a case of watching too much.  You see, I’m not dreaming about being one of the victims in such a dark scenario, I’m dreaming about *making* the movie.

The one example I can think of is about a woman who battles werewolves while wearing nothing but a baseball shirt that’s five sizes too small for her and wielding a rather impressive looking sword (not that anybody watching would look at the sword!).  In each movie in that series it’s the same shirt except for the number on it which starts at “1” for the first movie and increments for each successive sequel.

One thing I’d like to know is where I came up with that one.  Another good thing to know is can I come up with enough to actually write the script for something like that which would sell?

I may try to find out sometime

Mission Incomplete

Over the last few months I’ve been asked a number of times if and when I will continue the “Jupiter Mission” story.

I can assure you that this story is far from complete and there absolutely *will* be more chapters written.  The delay has been due to a number of things that I don’t really feel the need to go into but suffice it to say that I fully expect to be posting a new chapter in the Jupiter Mission story sometime soon-ish.  Quite possibly within the next two or three weeks.  sooner if I have a particularly good inspiration AND the time to write it all at once.

Busy Interrupts Creativity

I’ve been asked when I will be writing more of the “Jupiter Mission” story.  Others have asked about other stories I’ve got in various stages.

All I can say is that I’ve been on the busy side and creativity cannot be rushed.  I do have several ideas but none of them are sufficiently developed to do much with them right now.

I’m also kinda busy with Youtube videos, particularly on my youtube.com/selif1 channel where I have three Minecraft series going and a Kerbal Space Program LP as well.  Before you say “Yeah, but those are just games.”  Maybe they are but because I’m a partner I actually do earn a bit of money from those videos in addition to having fun making them.  Granted, it’s not very much but every little bit helps when you’re behind on everything like I am.

The main thing though is the inspiration thing.  I learned a long time ago that you cannot hurry creativity.  To do so will ruin your work in any of a thousand ways.

When they’re ready.  When they’re right, I’ll be posting more stories.

Jupiter Mission – Mystery

From the Captain’s log USS Discovery, Sun May 19 2013 01:57:41 GMT

Over the last several months life aboard Discovery has been very much routine, predictable in almost every respect.  This may not sound very good to most people, even boring.  However in space you want things to be predictable because the unexpected is usually something that can kill you.  Often before you even realize there’s a problem.

This is why I have become very concerned in the past few days.  After months of a nice safe routine where you know everything that’s going to happen and when it’s going to happen several unexpected, unusual, things have been happening.

Things have started to turn up missing.  For example I put a writing pad on a console a few days ago and when I went back for it ten minutes later it was nowhere to be found.

Because Hal is capable of completing the mission on his own in the event the crew is incapacitated or killed and also because we need to be able to call for his assistance at any time there are visual and audio inputs all over the ship and Hal monitors them constantly.  Hal had no record of anyone else in the area at the time, as he shouldn’t have because this was during Ralph’s sleep period and Hal was able to confirm that’s where he was.

The obvious problem is that somebody or something had to move that pad.  It was attached to a Velcro strip on one of the command consoles.  Things do not simply “fall off” of Velcro strips even under gravity and the command deck, like the rest of the ship outside of the centrifuge, is in weightlessness.

What was perhaps even more disturbing is that when I went to the dining area of the centrifuge for lunch I found the pad.  It was sitting right at my usual place at the table just like I had put it there.  The problem is that I didn’t do it.

Again, Hal can confirm that I didn’t do it.  His records indicate that five minutes before I entered the centrifuge there was nothing on the table.  I had not been in that area since shortly after breakfast and while Ralph was, he was asleep the entire time.  Hal’s records confirm all of this.

Ralph seemed to find the situation funny, making jokes about the ship being haunted.  He continued to joke about it later when something of his went missing only to be found in an unexpected and completely unlikely location when neither of us were anywhere near.

This has continued to happen more and more often.  Ralph continues to joke about Discovery being haunted.  Yesterday morning it happened again.  My pad was nowhere to be found.  I made it a point to search as much of the ship as I could and didn’t find it.  Then an hour ago I found it.  Sitting on a console, right in front of one of Hal’s “eyes”.  Hal has no record of anyone putting it there.  One minute it wasn’t there, the next it was.

This time something had been written on it.

“My God, it’s full of stars.”

The infamous line from the end of the first 2001 novel which was also significant in the 2010 movie.

Ralph immediately said that it was because the ship was haunted.  This in itself is bad enough, astronauts don’t believe in things like that, we cannot afford to.  However his next statement worries me even more.  Ralph claimed that not only was the ship haunted but that it was haunted by David Bowman.

Of course this is ridiculous.  David Bowman never existed except as a character in three science fiction novels and a couple of movies.

When I pointed this out to Ralph he agreed, however in his opinion that has nothing to do with Bowman haunting the ship.  I have come to the conclusion that Ralph is dead serious about this haunting business.  Hal has done a psychological analysis and agrees, Ralph is not joking.  Even though he laughs about it a lot the fact is that he seriously believes the ship to be haunted by David Bowman.

I am very worried.  Something is horribly wrong and I cannot dare trust Ralph anymore for anything.  It is obvious to me that Ralph is insane.  This means that it is now impossible to predict what he is liable to do or what actions, words or situations will set him off.

Ralph is laughing again.  Hal says he is in the pod bay, challenging Bowman to “come and get me”.

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