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Thanks for the comments, folks. Yes, there are more tales in the works.  I've been surveying the member lists seeking fresh sacrific -- er -- characters. :) Jim

Scene: a bunker 200 feet below a Quick Mart on the outskirts of Conspiracy City (aka: Washington, DC) Masked man enters:  "It's over, General.  The snuff team got to that Revelations2005 guy.  General Mayhem:  "Outstanding!  Any idea where he got his information?" MM: "We suspected a...

Ch 12: Away Team Franko tapped Che on the shoulder.  “Get in the back, sonny.  I’ll drive.” The Ensign started to protest, then thought better of it.  He levered himself out of the pilot’s seat and squeezed past the First Officer.  Franko stopped him.  “Make sure everything is secure back...

Ch 10: The Mission “But, Major!” exclaimed Slim, then winced at his own words and covered his eyes with shaking hands.  He felt as if someone had taken a gigantic serrated knife and was spreading his brains evenly over a surface coated with hot tar.  He could taste the tar. “But, Major,” he...

Ch 9: Celebration The party was held in the spacious reception center at Fleet Center Central Center.  The Welkin crew were presented with gaudy Axanarian medals.  Speeches were spoken.  While the last speakers strove to outdo earlier ones, the attendees drifted off toward the Obligatory Open...

Axanar One “Sir, the Starfleet ship seems to have engaged the enemy.”  The comm officer was excited.  “Not only that, sir, but it looks like they eliminated the bulk of the opposing forces!” “Impossible!” exclaimed the Axanar Admiral.  However, over the next half hour it became clear that the...

Ch 5: Dirtside Grand Admiral Monk-zib peered over the shattered wall.  “Is that the last of them?”  Captain Limpet, his aide and twenty-third cousin, responded with a high pitched whine and scrabbled to pull some more debris over his body.  Limpet hadn’t contributed much since the attack...

Ch 3: The Plot “So, Admiral, what brings you to my ship?  And in such a strange manner?”  Slim, Horn Toot, Franko and a marine officer occupied the Welkin’s tiny Captain’s cabin.  Slim passed around a dark green bottle of Cyrellian brandy.  The Admiral knocked back a healthy dose.  “Had to...

Trekkies beware!  The following is a parody set in the Star Trek universe.  >:D ************************************************************* FLIGHTS OF THE WELKIN JR Hume Ch 1: Idle Tears The view from the elevated tramway was interesting, to say the least.  Crew folk and passengers...

As Conquistador pointed out, technology is likely to change the energy and water situation.  Political realities will also play a part. I personally think Canada is more likely to balkanize itself than to be invaded by any other country. Imagine the syllabus of a history class, Yellowknife...

Traveling Circus Slim stuck his head into the cockpit.  He started to speak, then did a double take.  Brin flashed him a smile.  Bossi rescued him from any intolerant outbursts.  “I’ve got Bumpkin on the horn!” he shouted, over the noise of the engines.  “The Bingham boys will meet us at first...

Fugitives “What do you mean, they ain’t comin’!”  O'Leary glared at Slim as if it was his fault. “Just that,” said Slim calmly.  “We’re to check back in an hour.  That usually means something went wrong with our pickup bird or the Germans shot it down.”  He shrugged.  “I hope it was just a...

Exit Strategy “You sodding bastards!” exclaimed O'Leary.  “I bloody well came close to dying in that camp!”  He had just discovered who had blown up the ammunition dump. “You got out, didn’t you?” observed Franko.  “Seems like you should be thanking us.” “Right!’ added Slim.  “Fat lot of...

Accommodations Franko stepped up on a chair in order to take a look out the only window in their lofty little room.  “I can’t see crap out this window!”  He jumped down.  “When the Germans waltz in we won’t know it until they kick the door down.” Sister Marie, the nun of Slim’s acquaintance...

Wrecking Crew “Well,” said Slim in a low tone, “Looks like we’re on our own.”  The engine noise from the departing Lysander had faded away completely.  “Let’s go, before a curious kraut shows up.” The three men faded into the night. ***** Fifteen miles away, a lone A-20 droned through the...

THE REAL O'LEARY Deceiving Creatures “Pardon me, sir.  Can you tell me where Allied Recon Group H might be located?”  A large man stood in the doorway.  Filled the doorway, in fact.  Monk eyed the intruder warily.  “Well, lad, you’re bloody well standing in it.  Who might you be?” “Sir, I...

Well, the Automatic Big Brother didn't like parts of the last one. Here's one with a lighter mood and a grim warning.  :o Barking Dogs At night, under a pale moon, or in the light of day, and for no known reason -- they bark. We shout and threaten, send them scuttling for cover and curse the...

So, I've corresponded a few times with Mike and done a little lurking. This still looks like a good place, even for an unabashed American Imperialist like me. Besides the poetry book Mike mentioned above, I'm in the process of finding a publisher for three novels, one is a military/fantasy...