Coop 

Bottom inquiries lie absent

       Frozen Friday feelings

Heavens streetcar hammers screeching rails

      Transgentent necklace reeling

Amplfy the bay trees request for pale 

           But delight in green grass peeling away concrete

Hammersmith Chapter Sixteen

A Lamas on the Loose single was playing loudly. Arline rode her motocycle and her headphones played a familiar tube. It was one of her COs.

“Answer”

 “Arline! It’s Captian Tendry here. We have a situation development from the Luna SF. Something about radiation. They say it’s not flare source. I need a briefing about the Colours from you ASAP. ”

 “Ok. Where? I’m still in Ottawa.” 

 “I know. I have a encryption map going to you.”

 “Thanks.”

In a few seconds Arline’s holographic visi sceen changed to a directional arrow. She also saw her license had been changed to allow her to go to max speed if safe. Although she knew it was clearly serious for her CO to call her off care duty, this was approved far above him. The code word for the Pirates was “the Colours”. Could they do a full frontal raid on Earth? Radiation could be natural, but it could also be caused by a dodgy dilation cloud before a fleet drops out of FTL. They really had very little info on how far they had spread. The Blues or Blacks. It has to be. No other clan has the guts to pull off a raid on Earth. The Reds don’t want anything to do with Earth.Eon clan is thinly spread. Magus clan wasn’t even in Sol. No independent pirates were a threat. The persistent protection field was too good. 

Well. We have a few little suprises for them.

“Patch me to SF AI TYR. ” 

TYR. Sgt. Arline. You have the colors breifing?

“Yes. But no secure channel. On my way.” 

We don’t have time. The dilation cloud indicates fleet drop T-2.2.

“Shit. That’s worse than I thought.”

Arline skidded her cycle to a stop.

“Ok. Blue or Black clan are the only ones who want any Sol target. You already know that.” 

Arline thought, which clan was stupid enough not to care about a dodgy dilation field unmasking a otherwise silent FTL approach. “Um. Oh. It will be Blue clan.” 

Whats the MO? 

 “Fighters, lots of them. But they are a distraction in most of their attacks on the outer colonies. They often target one main raid goal. Supplies, Equipment, Buildings. They would be after equipment most likely. They will strike hard and fast, so you will need a delta 2 defense pattern.” 

You supplied this in your latest intelligence report. 

“Well yes. Oh. You want more?”

I need to know how they are jumping so quickly and past our defense field. We have a few satellites, and can scramble some fighters and troops but they will likely get their target. 

 “Shit. That fast. They must have a AI as well. Most reports say the pirates had one or two who escaped before the Incident.”

Ah. I am sorry all my electronic brethern do not see humans as equals as Sydney, Lisa and I do. 

“Any idea what region they are targeting. I might be able to guess what they are after.” 

 
They are likely to jump out in… Europe. T-.45.

“Shit. They are after parts. They use nanobots. They need something to do with that in Europe.”

I know exactly what. I will deal with it. Thankyou Sgt. Arline.

Arline stood near her bike for a few seconds. She got back on and started riding towards the airport. They would want her to help with clean up recon.   

Pushing inside out

Up upon the valley

   ( Soft skin.)       Light taste lack.

Control gone to sleep

            Impulse hillside

    Making.          Instead of the night.

Wanting inside. Wanting inside. 

        Tougher was the strength.

Demands.           / Anger. /  Regrets.

Change and change and change.

     Touching.    

Holding together in the answers.

       //drowning// 

However

    ///feeling loss///  of the time///

Black noises. 

New time. Is it good? When, when?

Hiding from the same thing. 

      ///! Petal /// 

Orange juice. 

The Roads and Wheels

Axels of the oily skins, bashful in the evening sun

Bears and wolves screaming howls of protest against the pedals, careless to follow the white lines 

Smoking upwind and indifferent to the clenched breaths, brethren to be able to feed on new ways

Like a autumn leaf, tuned to the seasons of change, soon only your siblings will remain

Hammersmith. Chapter Fifteen

Stealing was only a part of a pirates life. As looting chief Bower knew too well. He kept making plans for new raids on the other pirate outposts or on the SF forces in the inner systems of Sol and Tau only to have the same problem. He started to plan the next raid when his second in command came running in.

“Bower! They did it!”
His second in command was drenched in sweat. She looked like she had just run from Marathon to Athens on a scorching summer day. Though all of Greeces days had been scorching in his memory.

She wore the blue slacks and had, like all of them, blue hair and blue /green skin. She caught her breath and then he asked.
“Gemini, what are you on about and why didn’t you just use the intercom?”

She looked at him with her red eyes and said “Intetcoms out, Bower. We are at FTL. They got it working!”

“Oh. Is that all?” Bower didn’t feel impressed. It wasn’t that good news. The FTL drive had only been out three days.

“Bower! They have got it to go faster than any other FTL. We can finally outdo those SFs or the Reds, or even the Blacks! It’s faster than even a Wolf fighter!”

Bower considered this. Ok maybe this was worth running for.
“Loki.”

What. I’m busy. It’s not easy going faster than light you know. By the time you see something you have already passed it.

“Loki. I want you to recompute my planned raid on Sol, taking our new capacity into the factor.”

already done monkey.

A new holodisplay became visible on the main table near Bower and Gemini.
Bowers large figure and blue form overshadowed it. “Impressive work. Thankyou Loki.”

Gemini took a step forward. “This has my fighters all raiding the European SOL complex.”

“Yes. We have to get a something from the central command. That means sending our Eagles in as a distraction to the ground troops. I assume your up to the job?”

“I will start the drills immediately” Gemini saluted her superior and ran out.

On her way she wondered what is was they were after. Neither Bower or Loki had said.


 

And the phone was ringing.

Sanguine colored flesh. Hanging from a line. Drying ready jerky, for a hard frosty winter.

But the phone was ringing.

Streets full of weeds and cracks. The dust of ages past. Set puddles of rain full of mosquito larvae and even the frogs are coming back. The kingfishers hunt them.

And the phone rang.

And rang.

It just took that long.

Sapling remember what a phone was. It suddenly occurred to them, one afternoon as they were storing the jerky in large earthen jars.

They picked the phone up.

“Is this my feast?”

Sapling was taken aback by this. They then heard the phone hang up. They put the phone back and started back with the Jerky.

Sapling wasn’t sure but that voice had sounded familiar. Why? And why ask about a feast? Who knows. Maybe the phone will ring and say. Maybe it won’t. Life goes on in this abandoned city. Like so many others.

Just left by these Humans. Whatever they were. They just populated the cities they wanted to populate. Then the ones they didn’t want had been either destroyed (carefully) or left. Left like an abandoned toy.

Liked the one Enber carries. A soft thing. Looks like a little baby thingy. Animal. With curly ears.

Sapling continued to work and think. The phone didn’t ring for another four days.

Bailey

Root sum of the east

Plating his mustache with an air of efficiency 

Standing guitar ready to play, black leather jacket has seen better days 

He takes his breath, starts to sing a tune that summons

Ideal of summers warm like lime cordial long since past, winters chills that sends shivers that last

The people come and find his song, travel with it to this pretend land long gone

Walls that build a civil society above the sky looking at the land below. A vision of perfection

A mouse sends postcard from the wainscoting, telling us of all his shopping. Is this another story? Song? Or are we asleep.

We feel but meek. Weaker and poorer and happier, as we realize how perfection isn’t meant to last

Hammersmith. Chapter Fourteen.

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 1. Elysium Mons - Shadow Plains. In the left of the sky is Phobos hanging nonchalantly. Below this is a farm in the foothill, around which is green bushes and a road. The road is dirt an leads to a more significant road going into the valley. To the right of that is more hills and the monster of Elysium Mons itself. Green bushes are only oscaiosnly visible with most of the dirt a red, brown or orange. There is a black shape on the orange main road.

Hammersmith. Chapter 14. Panel 2. Elysium Mons - Shadow Plains. A mountain in the shadow of Elysium Mons with further smaller ranges below. The smaller rages are coloured with a slight green hue as if covered by grass.

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 5. Elysium Mons - Shadow Plain.  Okeanos Road. SOL SL - 12272.   Lou is in the pilots chair of SOL SL - 12272. In the background you see the red Martian sky.   Lou: Love

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 6. Elysium Mons - Shadow Plains. SPLIT PANEL  Martian: Love? A girl?  Lou: No. A planet.  Martian: Mars?  Lou: Yes. Mars. I love him. All of his red, blue and green.   Martian: Him... So you are.... um gay?  Lou: I am. I suppose.

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 7. Elysium Mons - Shadow Plain.  Okeanos Road. SOL SL - 12272.  Martian in the cockpit of SOL SL - 12272. Passenger seat.  Martian: Sorry to be so awkward about this. I think we have barely talked sine we left Elysium.

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 8. Elysium Mons. Okeanos Road.  Lou (off panel): Shouting: Sir brace yourself!

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 1. Elysium Mons – Shadow Plains. In the left of the sky is Phobos hanging nonchalantly. Below this is a farm in the foothill, around which is green bushes and a road. The road is dirt an leads to a more significant road going into the valley. To the right of that is more hills and the monster of Elysium Mons itself. Green bushes are only oscaiosnly visible with most of the dirt a red, brown or orange. There is a black shape on the orange main road.

Hammersmith. Chapter 14. Panel 2. Elysium Mons – Shadow Plains. A mountain in the shadow of Elysium Mons with further smaller ranges below. The smaller rages are coloured with a slight green hue as if covered by grass.

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 3. Elysium Mons – Shadow Plain. – Okeanos Road. A grey vehicle with a slightly triangular shape to it is driving along a orange dirt road with some bushes on its left, on its right the Elysium Mons mountain system can be seen towering into the distance. The windows of the grey vehicle are green and it has two front tiers but a caterpillar for the back traction providing wheels. The letters “SL” is viable on the side and “SOL:” are visible on top. Red streaks of dirt seem to have impacted on its many journeys. Its windows are green and dark.

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 4. Elysium Mons – Shadow Plain. Okeanos Road. SOL SL – 12272.

Martian in the cockpit of SOL SL – 12272. Passenger seat.

Martian: “So … Why did you decide to defect? I trust you. Its juts …. hard to comprehend.”

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 5. Elysium Mons – Shadow Plain. Okeanos Road. SOL SL – 12272.

Lou is in the pilots chair of SOL SL – 12272. In the background you see the red Martian sky.

Lou: Love.

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 6. Elysium Mons – Shadow Plains.
SPLIT PANEL

Martian: Love? A girl?

Lou: No. A planet.

Martian: Mars?

Lou: Yes. Mars. I love him. All of his red, blue and green.

Martian: Him… So you are…. um gay?

Lou: I am. I suppose.

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 7. Elysium Mons – Shadow Plain. Okeanos Road. SOL SL – 12272.

Martian in the cockpit of SOL SL – 12272. Passenger seat.

Martian: Sorry to be so awkward about this. I think we have barely talked sine we left Elysium.

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 8. Elysium Mons. Shadow Plain. Okeanos Road.

Lou (off panel): Shouting: Sir brace yourself!

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 9. Elysium Mons – Shadow Plain. Okeanos Road.

Ship: “dew”

Ship shoots green stuff.

Explosion: KAPOOOOOOOO!

The grey craft is engulfed in a explosion.

Hammersmith, Chapter 14, Panel 10. Elysium Mons – Shadow Plain. Okeanos Road. SOL SL – 12272.

Inside the cockpit of SOL SL – 12272.

Lou is reaching over his seat to reach Martian. Martian is clearly barely conscious.

Lou: Sir! SIR! we have to get out!

Martian: Uh!

A wire from Lou’s helmet is making a “zip” noise.