The Needs of the Many

1st June 2015

This is an AU Crossover story (UFO/Star Trek Pre ‘Kirk’ era). Chapter 1 Ochio Straehk reached the end of the path and turned to look back. This season’s crop promised to excel even his expectations, the fields full, the plants weighty with enough seed to keep the colony provided for next year and beyond. He had done his last walk-through just an hour before, trailing fingers though the heavy-headed ears…

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Small Pleasures

1st June 2015

(This takes place sometime after the events in ‘Survival’) No one ever locked the doors to the tiny guest cubicles on Moonbase. In fact, for safety reasons the doors wouldn’t lock although privacy was always respected. The unwritten rule was to knock on a door and wait for a moment before entering. It would have been easy to just walk in, but he respected the rules, and the man, too much…

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The Shepherd – Grafted (10, 11 & 12)

1st June 2015

Chapter 10 The rattle of china startled him from dreams. Blinking, he rubbed his face to stretch and awaken skin dulled by deep sleep, then pushed himself upright before remembering where he was. ‘Morning. You slept well.’ He looked around. Rebecca, hair tousled and still charmingly half-asleep herself was puttering in the kitchen, scooping coffee into mugs while the kettle boiled. He wrapped the throw around his shoulders, and sat…

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Vodka 4

1st June 2015

6 ‘What’s this one?’ Alec Freeman said. He pressed his finger against the monitor. ‘Observation Platform 23, Colonel.’ Nina said. She pointed to the screen. ‘We’ve been trying to move it into a better position, but it takes time. They don’t have the power to do much more than change angles. But we’re getting there ’ Freeman was silent. ‘Anything else we can try?’ He slammed his fist on the…

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My Mate

1st June 2015

 A UFO ‘very’short story By Lightcudder Straker put the phone down, sighing. Another problem sorted and yet another late night. He pushed his chair back, allowing himself the luxury of a lengthy stretch and a yawn, then checked his watch. Eighteen hours behind him and a full shift ahead. The problems involving Skydiver’s resupply schedule had taken hours to rectify and he was simply too weary to go home, not…

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Vodka 3

17th August 2012

‘Anything?’ ‘Nothing Colonel. We’re relocating back-up satellites, but it takes time.’ ‘I know. And I’m distracting you. Look Nina, I’ll be arriving in a couple of hours, but contact me the moment you hear anything.’ Freeman said. ‘Of course.’ Nina Barry cut the transmission and swivelled her chair round. ‘Joan. Any luck with that algorithm?’ Harrington tapped at her controls. ‘There isn’t enough data Lieutenant. I can’t get an answer.’…

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The Shepherd – Grafted (7, 8 &9)

17th August 2012

Chapter 7 ‘Everything organised?’ Ford looked up at Alec Freeman. ‘Yes Colonel. All staff have been given instructions to attend for medical examinations.’ ‘Good. Oh, and Keith?’ Freeman put his hand on Keith’s shoulder and paused. ‘Thanks.’ Ford grinned with slight embarrassment, then adjusted his headphones and turned back to his monitors. The control room was busy, and he could get on with his tasks without interruption. It seemed strange,…

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Home 2

17th August 2012

Home: Part 2 She was the last  to disembark, not hanging back deliberately, but not in such a desperate hurry to get out of the small compartment as the rest of the passengers. This was her favourite time in some ways, when everyone had left and she was here alone, looking out of the window. A chance to compose herself and readjust to this world. Everyone else chatting, pulling bags…

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One Shot

17th August 2012

London. August 2012 One Shot He lay prone on the mat, mind half-aware of the crowd falling silent, even as he was focusing on the sights. A long way to the target. Too far? No. He had trained for this, trained until targets blurred from exhaustion and his muscles trembled with fatigue. Perfect weather. Cloudy skies, no sun glinting in his eyes, no wind to distort the path of the…

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P.D.I. (Personal Development Interview)

11th June 2012

  It was bloody annoying really. Starting to cry. Especially when she was driving to work. On the motorway as well. But there was the comfort of it being an early morning in January so it was dark. No one could see her feeble attempts to stem the tears that trailed down the side of her nose. Bugger. Her handkerchief was in her trouser pocket. No chance to get at…

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