The interior of the Moonshadow was silent like a tomb, save for the sound of Karen humming the theme of the A-Team, a crack unit of commandos from the Old World. It seemed appropriate at the time. She hummed loud, bouncing in her seat with her eyes closed and a carefree grin on her face. She went on like this, humming the parts of the song she knew – the chorus, mostly – and starting over.
TRACK SIX: “THE POOR SIDE OF TOWN” TAU CETI CENTRAL STATION RICHARD ROOKSON The Heart of Tartarus is aptly named. Lying at the centre of the disk that forms the … Continue reading Apocryphal Son, Chapter Six
TAU CETI CENTRAL STATION
KAREN DANIELS
“Left. Up. Up. No no, a little more. Point four centimetres down, and one more to the left. Okay, hit it!”
“You’re sure?”
“Affirmative. I ran the calculations three times.”
“Karen, we won’t get another chance after this-”
“Ja, ja! Just hit it already!”
COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS HAROLD CONRAD Green hills and gassho huts covered with ivy. Breath-taking pink flowers flowing with the wind. Exotic architecture in a strange land. The uneven pitter-patter of rain. … Continue reading Apocryphal Son, Chapter Four
THE YEAR XX84 CIVIL PARISH OF IO RICHARD ROOKSON Laserfire beamed past Richard’s head as he slid into the wreckage of a nearby derelict frigate for cover. The brown and grey junkyard … Continue reading Apocryphal Son, Chapter Three
THE YEAR XX84 ARCTURUS PRIME KAREN DANIELS Time and space folded around the wood panelling of the apartment as the walls of the hallway breathed slow, heavy breaths and the … Continue reading Apocryphal Son, Chapter Two
TAU CETI CENTRAL STATION THE YEAR XX84 HAROLD CONRAD Clad in a beige trenchcoat covering carbon black body armour, Harold Conrad crossed the gap between two intersecting alleyways. He glanced … Continue reading Apocryphal Son, Chapter One
