Here is an excerpt from my novel 'THE GRAND OLIGARCHS OF QINSATORIX' which has been published on
A fortnight later, a Spanish interloping beam diverted
twenty-four drone-triangles and created a window in the magnetosphere
through which it was relatively safe for the Icarian spacecraft to
travel. The technicians in the space station in Castile placed bets
and stayed glued to their monitors, all eager to see what happened
next.
General Spunk Spitfire picked his yellowy green gnashers as he
took off from Gatwick in the first of twelve mega-ships. A total of
60,000 well-seasoned troops were travelling with the space fleet.
After completing a couple of orbits, the fleet headed for the
magnetosphere.
Stan, the affable Apollo gorilla pilot, grinned. “We're
approaching the window of divine opportunity, Sir.”
Spitfire smiled. “Top ho'!”
Stan growled, “Whoops!”
A stray drone-triangle took off the tail of the third mega-ship
in line.
In Castile, the Spanish technicians laughed their heads off when
they saw the troubled spacecraft burst into blue and red flames.
Stan grimaced.
“We've lost one, Sir,” he said. as the mega-ship hurtled in a
fireball through the exosphere.
“There's eleven left,” snorted Spitfire. “Put your foot on
the peddle!”
To Spunk's utter relief, there was no further incident of note for
fully seventeen space hours. His legs were beginning to cramp when he
saw a bright blue patch beyond Bellatrix Minora.
“There she blows!” bellowed Stan.
Spitfire guffawed. “Way to go! It's the Shepherdess of Orion.”
Thirty seconds later, the space fleet entered the not-so-black
hole and streamed smoothly through the Wittgenstein Wormhole before
emerging into the psychedelic razzmatazz that was the Universe of
Transfiguration.
“This is where the dreams in your head merge with the dreams
in the stars,” said Spitfire, waxing lyrical.
Stan twisted the pilot stick. “I didn't know we were going on
that sort of trip.”
When
Spunk Spitfire saw Sigma-Psi
looming
bright green behind the Scorpion Sunstar he asked Stan to guide the
fleet closer, to take a peek. To his surprise, he saw a shining,
silver space station orbiting the Planet of the Dragoks. Upon closer
scrutiny, he determined that the space station was Castellos.
They've
undoubtedly
seen us too,
realized Spitfire, and
that could scupper the devious plans that I've been keeping bottled
in the back of my post-Neanderthal
skull.
But
Spitfire looked back while his
fleet was soaring through the Mousy Way. Castellos had come out of
orbit, and was heading in the general direction of the
Kronecker-Delta
planets.
Thank
goodness for that,
enthused Spitfire. Now
I can now put plan “Strike 'Em Hot” into operation, and
humpty-dumpty Caleb
won't know the fuck. I'll
destroy his ghastly
siblings and take
the throne
of Qinsatorix by
right of conquest.
King Emperor Spunkius the First, here
we come! My poor, dear
father would've
been so proud.
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