Spooky Lead
Yorktown Reconnaissance Section
7 Light Minutes North of the Plane of the Ecliptic
Stonegarden System
Lt. Lisa Mays twitched when the enemy task force appeared less than 30 light seconds from her Raven reconnaissance craft.
Master Chief Lindsay, her Weapons Systems Officer or WSO, chuckled and said, “Well now, look who crashed our party. It looks like they brought all brand-new toys. I’m reading two Javelins, four Condors, and a couple of dozen escorts.”
1) That's what they can see. Keep reading. Farmer is more than he appears.
2) Anything Federal or DOD operates with both hands tied behind their back and blindfolded.
3) The Army's job is to kill people and break things. There are people in that org that actually enjoy their mission.
I tried hard to create a character arc for Phillip that was consistent and believable. At first, he seems like just another teen horn dog, but there's more too him. There are reasons why he is like he is.
Not just Phillip but Mikie as well. Watch him toward the end. He grows up quite a bit.
Yes. With Hammerhead, I wrote a story I didn't have the writing chops to finish. I've been working out. Yes. The long-awaited conclusion is on the way.
I've seen this play before. They've thrown this bone out several times to distract the hounds. Usually when they needed the public and opposition pols to look the other way. Something is afoot, and it sure isn't aliens.
Theta Indus 337 System
7th Fleet Anchorage & Attached Facilities
Classified Research Station
2620 April 04 0730
The station’s small staff was gathered around what seemed like an overlarge conference table for the gathering. Dr. Bhasin rapped his knuckles on the table and said, “Settle down. Dr. Simmons, you have the floor.”
Alisha Simmons looked up from her computer pad and said, “As of the last series of temporal incursions, we now have a hundred subje
Temporal Incursion 1939-10-14 Able 00:58
Scapa Flow, Scotland
HMS Royal Oak
Boy Seamen’s Berths
Ian McAlister was utterly knackered. Who would have guessed there would be so much work on an old battleship like Royal Oak riding at anchor? It was hard, dirty work that took more back than brains.
At sixteen, Ian was one of the older boy seamen aboard and eligible to enlist in the Royal Navy on his next birthday. The rest of the boys in his section were
Earth has fallen. The mighty Alliance fleet was trashed in a lightning attack by advanced aliens. Earth and her many colonies are occupied. All that left to defend human freedom are secret military and research bases scattered throughout the vast stretches of Alliance space. Soldiers, sailors and airmen are needed desperately and the only place to find them without dire consequences for Earth or the colonies is in the past.
Isn't it, though? I guess it's more fun and a good distraction from actually doing work on the grim stuff that's facing our country.
I enjoy being jerked off as much as the next guy, but not by politicians.