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Story - Just a Backwater World

Just a Backwater World

A storm was rising; the sullen grey clouds to the south had started to churn becoming darker. This was going to be a bad one. I strained to see through the front shields as the craft skimmed along at ninety. There were no wavelets yet, so I was trying to make headway before it broke.
Not for the first and definitely not for the last I cursed myself for ever following him out here. A good job he said, a frontier world with excellent prospects, in my defence I was young and glad to be out of Hypso. Truth told, in the early days it was good. I trained as a shrimper while he worked at Archipelago. Then it all started to turn sour. The colony became controlled by the Flagritz and suddenly there were lock downs with fewer passes given out. Then all communication ceased with visitors turned away by flagritz troops at the gate. As to what happened to Jack I can only guess. With no other authorities to turn to, there was nothing I could do. Even after it changed to Kastorian control there was no improvement, no communications in or out. I hate kastorians. That was more than ten years ago and gravity has taken its toll. This is a harsh world.

Without thinking I turn the craft in a wide arc to bypass one of the darker lagoons. There are things in them that have been known to reach up and flip a skimmer. The shattered remains are found a few days later along with the pilot, at least what is left after the shrimps have had their fill. I hate shrimp.



It is probably being in these waters that make me think of Jack. I am a few hundred clicks north of Archipelago or whatever it is now called. I doubt I have been down here for a few years though the algae blooms were especially large over winter round here so I thought I would try my luck. Even I have to admit it has been good with a reasonable haul already capped off. I say luck, though with the extra ballast I may have to dump most of it if this storm continues to spread at its current rate. Now that would be my sort of luck and there is nothing like a bloody great storm for dispersing the algae blooms and sending the shrimp scattering.

There is a sudden magnetic lurch and the navigator cuts out. This is a new one, storms on Puddle, the whimsical local name for what is officially referred to Mktkl on astronomical charts, probably because nobody can actually pronounce Mktkl. A few other lights flash and the HUD comes to life, scrolling up a list of seemingly random faults. I glance upwards at the first dark tendrils of the storm overtaking the skimmer. I didn’t think I was pushing it too hard but it is only a civvy craft and due for maintenance. Decision made I throttle down for a reboot.

First I isolate the breather as a precaution and then deploy the anchor and full exterior sealant just in case I have to go bottomside to ride out the storm. I choose a modest depth lagoon deep enough to not be affected by the oncoming surges. I doubt I will be diving. A reboot and I will be long gone before even the rain comes down.

That’s when the second set of lights start flashing. The HUD is spewing out information then the skimmer drops the last metre like a rock hitting stone rather than water. Despite the extra padding in the seat all air is expelled from my lungs. Tractors are down as well and the full 2g of the world has hammered home. It’s a bit like falling off a wall with somebody on top of you.

Living in Puddle for a decade has given me sufficient time to get used to brief bouts of high-g. Despite what you might read in the colonisation adverts it ain’t all ‘check me out I am super strong, capable of throwing boulders hundreds of metres’. I will tell you what it is, tiring and long-term exposure destroys your bones and when all is said and done, the boulders also weigh twice as much. People going ‘native’ on Puddle die young.
I check the HUD and it is flashing various systems off-line though the core seems to be fine. I opt for a complete power down and even open the floor plate to look below. That’s when the whole inside of the skimmer is lit up in magnesium flare brightness even down here. Despite closing my eyes the brightness is intense enough to give me an instant headache.

I am blinded for a few seconds during which I process the events. Loss of navigation, probably due to interference. Random system failures, possibly due to an em-pulse. Then the big giveaway, a bloody bright light. Some bastards are having themselves an orbital battle and they have just decided to drop a few nukes my way. Had my head not been below decks it would have been a lot worse of that I am certain.
Huffing with exertion and no time to lose I get to the tool kit and pull out the welders gogs. The skills you pick up being a shrimper on Puddle. Fixing a drive shaft by yourself three days out from the nearest habitat makes you feel proud, doing it for the tenth or more time, not so much. Thankfully these skimmers are low tech and most of the systems can be bypassed.

I have sacrificed the tractors and used the plating to harden the main drive processors. It is going to be a gruelling ride back but as least the rig will survive any further pulses providing that they aren’t too near and if they are, well, I won’t be worrying any longer will I.



The storm is almost on top of me with the occasional lighting discharges. While these are bright enough to cause the gogs to react, they are as nothing compared to the nuclear blasts, ripping chunks out of the storm and colouring the horizon a vivid green and blue. That’s when it occurs to me that the target cannot be anything other than Archipelago. They are nuking Archipelago. In all honesty I am not surprised, everybody hates the Kastorians even other Kastorians. Still I am thankful that it has dampeners or this storm would be nothing compared to what would have hit me by now.

It is a couple of days of hard skimming and pursued by the storm later that, still without communication I am treated to a spectacular pyrotechnics show. Despite it being the twilight of early evening the entire southern sky is lit up. The flashes are mostly fiery red though green and blue smudges can just be made out as escaping gases from ships are subjected to intense ionisation. These are as nothing to the sudden blooming of incandescent white. I have kept the gogs on just to be safe.

Finally I approach one of the smallholdings sited down here, more by luck than knowledge of the territory. Everything pretty much looks the same round here and I am without a working navigator. I plead my case and am given shelter and reprieve from the oppressive gravity. I feel like I have shed half my body weight. After a good scrub and some food I get filled in on news. Seems Archipelago was taken on by some human faction a short while back and another faction weren’t impressed so decided to reduce it to radioactive slag though in fact had their bombarding fleet reduced to dust and scattered across the surface of the Puddle. Apparently there has been some apologising somewhere though no doubt we will all be fitting rad monitors to our skimmers for the next few months.

Well, if humans are finally taking an interest in this backwater shithole my only hope is that they offer compensation for my skimmer and a chance to leave this world far behind. You can bet I won’t be the only one looking for a way off.







 
News
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Breaking News: Caliph Samuel Assassinated ***

The nominal head of the Caliphate, Samuel has been murdered in broad daylight at the starbase CAL Sidon in the Fortress system. The allegedly mad zealot was on his way to meet representatives of various civilian factions when a shadowy figure *cough*CIA agent*cough* shot him dead.

The CIA issued the following statement to the SSS with a customary nudge and a wink: "In these difficult times, as we come to terms with the loss of Samuel, we are taking things one day at a time.

"Samuel was not only our Caliph, but our leader during the Second Civil War which laid the foundations for the Confederacy after he left the Human Empire and settled in the Darkfold. It is truly a sad day and one that will be marked in history as one of many great leaders who were cut down in their prime.

"We will strive now to look to the future, whilst remembering our past”

Speculation is rife that this is the first step towards a unification of the two-halves of the Stellar Empire. Others are more hopeful this is a return to the Confederacy or the mark of greater separation with the Imperial bloc. Time will tell what nebulous motives the shadowy puppet-master Laton turned out to have had and which alien faction will be blamed for the Caliph’s murder.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * HEX / FET Invade Sargasso * Magnus v Nevets Fight! * Dewiek Black Hole Disaster * FLZ Correction * &etc

 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** STOP PRESS: Felini Victory ***

In an unexpected development, the FEL have scored a decisive victory against the FLZ. Destroying or maiming some 20 Flagritz Baseships in the Onwards system.

What is more remarkable than the victory was there was no subsequent comment by Crazy Uncle Flagritz. We might need to have a lie down now.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DEN and FEL * Valhalla Fighting Pits * RIP smacked * &etc


 
***** Christmas Special Edition *****

*** Ho Ho Ho ***

Welcome to the SSS Christmas Special Edition! We the Editors have put together a nostalgic pudding treat intended to delight and tickle even the scroogiest megacorp executive. So gather your cubs, squidlets and larvae for some silliness and song. Time to catch up with some classics from years gone by, raise your glasses and drink your gluttony and shame away!

Wishing you all a merry Christmas free from Krampus Jones's invading armies!

The Editors


 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Claws Out in Valhalla ***

In a bold rebuke of Crazy Uncle Flagritz’s attacks in the Avalon system, the cunning Felini Nevets ordered a hit on a FLZ outpost in the Valhalla system. Claiming miscommunication with his warships, the mischevious Avatar cocked a snook at the washed-out Dewiek warrior in charge of the system whilst claiming an important victory in the often one-sided conflict against the FLZ.

This isn’t the first time the foxy Feline has masked daring-do in the shroud of incompetence. It remains to be seen whether this turns out as disastrously as the time when the FEL had to pay the costs of a war started by Prince-turned-meklan LiQuan.

Meower-in-chief Chamiah apologised for the incident in a public address laced with snickering subtext and unconcealed laughter when she got to the bit about the unfortunate loss of “5 FLZ Warships in Onwards.”

A second incident in Valhalla was reported the next day with mardy Magnus complaining he wasn’t getting his claws in on the action. Could this be the pithy ploy that puts the cat on the mat?

Inside this issue of the SSS: * Merc-y Wimbles * Valhalla Fighting Pits Get Weird * Profile of Lyceum Amaguk * &etc


 
***** Inter Galactic News *****

*** Nun on the Run ***

Alleged cosplayer Carmilla D’Morenta got the vicars in the Brotherhood all hot and bothered when she made a run for it. Possibly tired of being tied up by the reverends and denied the love that dare not howl its name. With a sizeable, almost unbelievable, bounty on her head, the barking sister took refuge with the Dewiek Elder Nation.

In possibly the shortest chase in history, the BHD managed to strike a blow for oppressed collars everywhere when they squared off with the naughty doggy-wannabe at the Valhalla stargate. The cheeky chaplains blew their hyperdrive at close range and both the BHD and DEN flagged ships were reported to be lost in space.

Inside this issue of the SSS: * DEN Ban BHD * Ulian * FLZ in Avalon * Valhalla Fighting Pits * Interview with Carmilla * And more


 
***** Inter Galactic News *****


*** Message From The New Editors ***

Dear Reader,

It has been a long time since we had the exquisite joy of Sub Space Static beaming mind-altering information into our retinas. Like you, we craved word from the offices of the IGN when the next edition would hit our Nexus terminals. We waited and waited. Then we got curious.

We fundraised a simple surveyor and sent it to the last sighting of the IGN. It was not where we expected it to be, in the Yank system. We asked the Junta but they were their usual helpful selves. Weeks, turned into months and still no sign.

Then we found it. The singularity. With a sign. The scrawl of a demented child that read "Kang woz 'ere." What could we do but enter. Our ship went in. Where, we cannot say. The air around us popped. Our faces folded and our bodies fused together. Our minds interconnected. Vast knowledge at our disposal. Yet, we became as stupid as the least of us. As greedy as the worst of us. As forgetful as the dumbest of us. As horribly biased as a partisan hack in a post-truth universe.

We became, in short, your Editors.

Welcome to the new SSS. It won't be as funny as before. It won't be clever by half. It won't be any better in any way. But it will be regular. As a mohache on refined laxatives. It will be informative. Oh it will be full of facts! Even if we have to make them up.

Send us your delicious exploration reports. Tell us about your pointless battles. Spread your vile anonymous rumours. Tell us how your mother didn't love you and that's why <insert Affiliation here> must be destroyed! Feed us, your Editors. Nurture us. Our Singularity opens to receive your offering.

Now here is the news.

 
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And so with the news, and there has been a lot of it!


Old News - FLZ/ GTT Break Ceasefire Agreement
 
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Welcome to another edition of news and views from the CSNN's favourite reporter and news anchor, Ainsley Moore, the peripheries' most favourite unbiased publication in the known universe,

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Alien Wars - Ulian Peace Agreements
 
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Welcome to another edition of news and views from the CSNN's favourite reporter and news anchor, Ainsley Moore, the peripheries' most favourite unbiased publication in the known universe, after a period of "secured safety training" for the CSNN team who was taken in by Caliphate security forces,

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Alien Wars - Empire Takes Ulian System, Empire Fleet Deployed
 
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Welcome to another edition of news and views from the CSNN's favourite reporter and news anchor, Ainsley Moore, the peripheries' most favourite unbiased publication in the known universe, continuing with a shortened "No News makes Good news?" special!

And so with the news,
 

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