Wednesday, 1 March 2017

Oola's Intergalactic Tuneship, Eerie presents... ZOOLOGY

(All rights reserved. All characters and events are fictious, any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.)


Earth was abundant. When we had finally finished plundering its resources, we moved on. But our new homes were never as rich. So we sent ships with scientific teams to find new zoology in distant galaxies we could farm, synthesise or simply hunt down and eat.

Daniel Delacroix ~ Expedition Pilot, Veterinary Scientist, 54

Cressida Blythe ~ Expedition Security Specialist, Survival Expert, 38

Aliya Garcia~ Tracker, Secondary Security Specialist, 25

Harp Engelthrop ~ Planetary Ethnobiologist, 27

Grove Jones ~ Large Entity Zoologist, 38

Yume Moto ~ Zoologist, Insectologist, 46

Xme ~ Xenograft, hazardous zoology retrieval unit, microbiologist, years since graft: 10. Actual age protected under a Newtrishia Corporation patent.


Grove Jones stops on the main gangway of the space port and glances at the briefing alert on his digi-billet. The ship he is looking for is called the 'Saturn Anne II' but he can see no sign of it on the computerised docking list boards. Just like the Newtrishia Corporation to hire some tin-can space barge that can't even find its way to the right docking bay. He spots a techanoid and waves the billlet at him. 'Know where this is?'
The teachanoid blinks twice and then pulls the rictus grin of the very poorly made synthetic robot. 'Yes sir! The last bay, in late last night. Boards not updated yet. Very big ship. Have a very happy journey now.'
'Last bay, late. Says it all.' Jones growls in thanks at the too-cheery reply, shoulders his backpack and heads in the direction of the illuminated arrow sign lit up on the techanoid's chest plate.

In the last bay, lost in the deep shadow of the run down warehousing quarter of the space port, the Saturn Anne II gently rocks in her space moorings. She is an Ark class ship, a great hulk of corroding alloys and multi-plane biosynth. Along one flank, her name is emblazoned, scored and scorched over time until all that is legible are the letters, SAT AN . Grove stares up at the name and reads it aloud 'SATAN. Well, that seems appropriate for this particular hell hole of a space port.' He glances around at the dock, a sudden feeling of menace running through his veins but he is alone. Just him and the ship. 'SATAN it is.' He shakes his head, sighs and slaps the side of the ship but instead of the reassuring pressure of metal, the bulkhead shivers and an echo of it runs up through his arm into his mind. Grove leaps back as though stung. Did the ship just whisper the name, 'Annie' to him? He squares his shoulders and gently slaps the side of the ship again, this time whispering 'Annie' but the metal bulkhead simply clangs to his touch.

Harp Engelthrop stands in the cargo hold of the Saturn Anne II and stares at the rows of bio-cages, sealed hazmat tanks and quarantine bays running in corridors the length of the hold. Overhead is a network of inspection gangplanks and environmental control ducts. Even though he knows planets all over the five galaxies need feeding and it is his work, particularly on crop foods, that might help to stave off starvation for billions of people, the sight of an empty ark reminds him of how close to extinction humanity is. The ark, though old, is well equipped. At least the Newtrishia Corporation had invested well in making sure whatever they found would make it back to the galaxies alive. Whether or not Harp would make it back alive would depend on the rest of the team on this mission. He checks the time, the meet and greet is scheduled for 12.00hrs in the galley. Time to go and find out what his chances of survival are.

Tuesday, 3 May 2016

In the beginning...

Once upon a time when this universe was nothing
but a reflection in the eye of nothingness
there was a moment of stillness, of such silence
it bought forth the great illumination
because how can you have nothing
without something?

From the point of the great illumination
poured forth the
sound & substance
of all contained within the universe
and, in those first, ultimate moments
of existence the
Sentients were formed
from the very fabric of the
universe itself.

These novel creatures in this new firmament, took it upon themselves
to be mediators, to nurture and preserve the balance, to guide
and to help this new universe they found themselves inextricably
bound with, flourish. 

Thursday, 24 March 2016

Downloads from the Automated Storyteller

The automated storyteller is a computational algorithm designed to curate a historical compendium of stories collected as Oola travels the universe on the Eerie. The ship, a present from a grateful galaxy saved by her a long, long time ago, is a customised one-off and, like Oola, the sole survivor of her species wiped out by the Oblitomage, the only one in existence.

(Oblitomage ~ a creature of malevolence)

The following posts and links are all downloads from the Automated Storyteller.

Sunday, 20 March 2016

The Eerie

Engines : Running the length of the ship are the two ion propulsion chambers, now customised to use the popular ramjet inlet technology where the upgraded ‘maglev’ technology meld-all* skin allows thrust acceleration at the same time when skin polarity is rapidly reversed within the inlets.

(*Meld-all works through the relationship of its ions and the ions on the surface of the hull it is in contact with. Normally they would either attract or repel or be inert but meld-all assumes the identity of the ions it comes into contact with, mimicking its properties. It melds with whatever it comes into contact with, albeit in a very limited way. This also gives it a unique profile in terms of fluid mechanics. Meld-all is designed to conquer deep space flight by providing a protective self-healing membrane around the external hard structure of the ship, skin over the skeleton if you like. But, an unlikely bonus to this is its magnetic properties, the ship’s speed is also benefited by the unique friction properties Meld-all affords us, It reacts with space itself and creates a layer that acts as a lubricant, reducing wear and allowing the solar winds to flow smoothly over it. But its magnetic properties also give greater grip to the ship in relation to its speed, helping to pull us through the fabric of space quicker. Thus, the meld-all also provides an effective solar radiation shielding and impact protection from pebble meteoroids, gravel/dust clouds and space junk.)

Note the two trailing coil antennae, added to turn Eerie into a deep-space transmitter and receiver. They are designed to avoid the localised interference from the ion propulsion system. These can be fully retracted for flight. This allows an ergonomic hull profile for solar-wind surfing and smooth worm-hole passage and the now outlawed practice of planet-planing.

Interior: Clearly prominent at the front of the ship is the space flight deck, the Eerie was originally capable of providing safe space travel for a crew of up to two hundred, having a full deck for hydroponic food cultivation and water filtration/reclamation. There are three further living decks, a medical and engineering deck and the aforementioned flight deck. The modified flight deck contains state of the art multi-synthesis sound emulators, four-dimensional holographic digi-sound amplification throughout the vessel, multi-interplanetary communication decoders, universal positioning system and an extensive, continuous-update music library collected from throughout the universe working alongside the automated storyteller, a computational algorithm designed to curate a historical compendium of stories from the universe.