Talking it through with DaalaWhenever Daala entered the communal areas of the prison, she was followed by a guard droid that monitored her constantly. It was an irritating presence, but it meant she had no fears for her safety. If anything were to happen to her while she was in custody, it would instantly throw suspicion on the new Jedi-led government. Even if she were to insult the leader of some prison gang and get beaten up through her own stupidity, it would be an embarrassment to the administration.
The former chief of state entered the common room. She approached the machine to grab a drink, but noticed a human inmate sat by the drinks machine. Like Daala, she was dressed in a yellow prison jumpsuit and sandals. She had her head buried in her hands and was sobbing.
Years of military life had taught Daala to keep her emotions in check and to always present a stiff upper lip. Yet going into politics had taught her the need to be approachable and to present a human face. The admiral supposed she ought to say so
Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch7The next day when Zariel arrived at the Baenre chapel, she presented Sos'umptu with a box.Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch72 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The surprised chaplain opened the box.
"Honey-coated lizards!" the older Drow exclaimed with delight.
"Imported from Calimport. One of your nieces told me you liked sweets," explained Zariel.
" I certainly do. That was so kind, but it was really not necessary, child," said Sos'umptu.
"Well you were really nice to me yesterday, even after I had been such a spoiled bitch. Things are in a bad way now, but you're right, I need to trust Lolth and hope for the best," said Zariel.
Sos'umptu kissed her young assistant and gave her a hug.
Later that day, Sos'umptu was summoned to the chambers of older sister, Triel.
Sos'umptu slipped off her high-heeled shoes and stepped onto Triel's plush carpet.
Triel, wearing an elegant blue dress greeted her.
"And how is your assistant shaping up?" the matron mother asked.
"I think she has the makings of a fine Drow," replied Sos'umptu.
"Too bad," said Triel. "It s
Princess Azshara and her Mistress of BladesThe air of the courtyard sang with the sound of steel against steel. The two Night Elf women crossed their blades, each pressing for an advantage.Princess Azshara and her Mistress of Blades2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Quite a number of palace servants had gathered to view the fight, watching the two women move as gracefully as though they were in a dance. Some of the onlookers were present for the view of the princess and her tutor, rather than to appreciate the skill of their combat. Both women were dressed only in leather bikinis and loincloths, unencumbered in their movements.
The silver-haired princess jumped to the right of the older Night Elf, landing cat-like on her dainty bare feet. Before the princess could press her advantage, the fighting instructor slammed at her with a barefooted kick.
The princess grunted as she was knocked back. Her blade slipped from her grasp. Before she could snatch it up, the tutor kicked her again, pinning the defeated princess down.
The princess gave a cry and the weapon flew through the air and back into her hand.
Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch6It was apparent to Sos'umptu that Zariel had arrived at the Baenre chapel in a very bad mood.Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On arrival, the young priestess kicked off her shoes awkwardly and stormed barefoot through the chapel. She aggressively grabbed a bucket of water and began mopping the floor immediately.
Sos'umptu had never seen the girl so eager to start work. Clearly there was a lot of aggression in her system that she needed to work off. Sos'umptu could tell from the Drow's face and eyes that the girl had been crying.
"What is the matter, child?" asked the Baenre chaplain.
"Nothing, mistress," snorted Zariel.
"It's useless trying to lie to a Baenre, girl," insisted Sos'umptu.
Zariel broke down and wept.
"One of my sisters has been murdered. Trezfin, the Third Daughter of my house! She was killed by rivals at Arach-Tinilith!" she wailed.
"I am sorry, my child. We Drow are a murderous race," said Sos'umptu solemnly.
"I have to go to Arach-Tinilith! I have to take vengeance on the one that killed her. But the
The Journal of a Prisoner in Paradise: Part 1They encourage us to keep a diary; a 'reformation diary' they call it. I'm not exactly doing much reforming, but I thought I would keep one anyway. Maybe when I get out of here I can publish it and it'll be a bestseller, just like all the drug traffickers who get jailed in Thailand write a paperback.The Journal of a Prisoner in Paradise: Part 15 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm a computer hack. It's what I'm good at. I never paid much attention at school, except when we had lessons in IT. I've done a lot of illegal things. I always knew I could end up in jail, I just never expected to end up in a prison run by Amazons.
I had gathered a reputation for being the best at what I do. I had hacked into banks, government offices and military installations. I've met lots of geeks who do this for fun, but for me it's a career, a way of life. I charged a high price, but people knew they were getting some supreme wizardry when they hired me. So it was no surprise when I got personally hired by Lex Luthor to do a little job. I'm sure it was nothing illegal or immoral (ye
Sink or Swim with KathyCaptain Anne Molina kicked her bare foot against the plasteel door of the cell for the third time that day; a useless gesture that only ended up hurting her foot.Sink or Swim with Kathy1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been two months since she had been arrested and detained for her involvement with Admiral Tenka's failed coup. Some senior officers involved had been allowed to quietly resign, others were facing discreet court martial proceedings. Not Captain Molina. She was in it up to her neck. She and six other officers in the Terran Navy were being charged with insurrection and related charges along with the famous admiral. Their trials would not even commence until Tenka had been convicted. That meant a very long stay in the Judicial Reception Centre.
Molina missed her husband and her two children. They had visited her a few times, but they were painful, tearful visits. The captain felt so ashamed seeing her family wearing a prison uniform.
Just how long was she going to spend in prison? Three years? Five years? Ten years? Her mi
The Thing in the AquariumI have always enjoyed aquariums. There are few things more relaxing than looking at brightly coloured fish as they move gracefully through their tanks. There is so much beauty in the depths of the oceans. Yet it was in an aquarium that I saw the most terrifying and disturbing sight of my life, a sight that revealed to me the madness that lies so close to the world we inhabit.The Thing in the Aquarium1 year ago in Horror More Like This
I was on holiday in a town on the south coast, not far from Brighton. Though it was summer, the weather was atrocious and spending any time outdoors was imprudent. Of course our English seaside towns cater well for all weather patterns and there were plenty of things to do out of the rain. Among these was a visit to the small aquarium.
I have visited many aquariums and I have been scuba diving in several tropical reefs. I count myself as having a reasonable amateur knowledge of marine biology. Yet I was struck by how many species in this aquarium I did not recognise. Many of the specimens in the tanks had an oddly
The Birth of a Genestealer CultTheodore pulled up his truck near the wreck of the crashed spaceship.The Birth of a Genestealer Cult2 years ago in Horror More Like This
He couldn't tell if it was an Imperial craft, a pirate vessel or of alien origin. Theodore did not know very much about spacecraft in general. But he knew about money, and if there was anything of any value on board the wreck, he would recognise it when he saw it.
The ship did not look all that big; he had seen pictures of Imperial battleships that seemed to be the size of cities. All the better; he would be able to give it a thorough search and scavenge anything of value and then make a hasty departure before any Imperial officials arrived. Thankfully, the authorities on Istareus were slow, inefficient and corrupt. It could be some time before they got their act together to send in a salvage team.
As Theodore pulled on his safety helmet and attached a flashlight, he wished he had his partner Mop-head with him. With two of them, they could carry out much more loot. But since a burglary job had gone wrong, Mop-head wa
Kathy in Custody ch5In an interview room at the Judicial Reception Centre, Wendy Moo, Kathy's lawyer was showing her client a vast array of products.Kathy in Custody ch51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Since your arrest, you have become a household name, Kathy," said Wendy. "Suddenly a lot of companies are trying to cash in on your name. I have hired somebody to keep track of these products and to make sure that you receive the royalties."
Kathy was disconcerted at suddenly having the fame of a pop star. As a war hero and a well known admiral, she was used to publicity, but it seemed bizarre that her arrest and imprisonment had caused her popularity to mushroom.
Kathy picked up a chocolate bar with a wrapper emblazoned with her name and photo. She took a bite.
"A bit sweet. Tell them if they want to use my name, they will have to put less sugar in it," instructed Kathy.
"I'll tell that to our merchandising agent," replied Wendy.
There were some books in the hoard.
"Sales of your autobiography have gone sky high. People want to read all about the Thoth Cam
Descending to DefeatAdmiral Kathy Tenka sat in the control room of her shuttle as it hung in orbit over the Earth. Within the next two hours she would be announcing that she was in complete control of the government of the Terran Republic. Her military dictatorship was at hand.Descending to Defeat2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tenka's coup had been meticulously planned. Her fleet would emerge out of hyperspace shortly and establish a planet-wide blockade of the Earth. A crack squad of navy special forces would break into Government House and seize the top government ministers. Another unit of marines would then surround the senate building. Supreme power was within her grasp.
A lot of things would need to change under her rule. The stupid multi-party parliamentary system was stuck in deadlock. Nothing ever seemed to get resolved. There was clearly a need for a new constitution. She and her most loyal officers would form a military council; with a few token civilians on the staff of course. After a few years of military rule, a suitable new electoral syst
Blood for the Emperor!Commissar Phokas scanned the assembled Beastman platoon. The beastmen were a fearsome lot, covered in fur with curled horns. Their cloven hooves scratched the ground impatiently and their goatlike heads growled. They looked more like the demons of ancient mythology than soldiers of the Imperium.Blood for the Emperor!2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There were some commissars who frowned at the use of beastmen in the Imperial Guard. While Ratlings and Ogryn were generally accepted as useful, if abhuman, beastmen were prone to serve the powers of Chaos and often unrealiable. Yet it seemed to Phokas that they should at least be given the chance to prove themselves. He had also noticed that while the Beastmen lacked the brute strength of Ogryns, they made up for it with their savagery and at times, an animalistic cunning. Other commissars were entitled to their opinion, but Phokas was happy to have beastmen serve under him.
The beastmen had been kitted out in ill-fitting flak armour. They were armed with an assortment of spears, wicked-lookin
Kathy in Custody: The Party LeaderMark Lannister, leader of the Citizens' Party gave a great sigh of relief as he entered his private office.Kathy in Custody: The Party Leader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd done it. The party was behind him. He knew a party leader could not survive without the confidence of his party committee and he'd won it.
He pulled a cup of coffee from the wall dispenser and took a great gulp of the steaming liquid. He wished it was a glass of brandy. Damn, he needed a drink right now.
The debate that had just taken place had been heated and intense. Those on the committee with the least confidence in Mark had done their best to pull him down. But it was to no avail; his arguments had prevailed.
The leadership of the Citizens' party had pledged to give support to the case of Admiral Kathy Tenka and would campaign for all charges against her to be dropped.
It had been an hard case to sell. It had been argued that the trial of Tenka was a judicial, not a political matter. Surely the party should not be interfering in a court case?
Mark had countered this by
Kathy in Custody: A Lawyer's WorkOnce again visiting the Judicial Reception Centre (why couldn't they just call it 'jail?'), Wendy Moo knew the drill.Kathy in Custody: A Lawyer's Work1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Empty pockets, remove shoes step past the scanner. It was all part of the routine of serving her clients. Admiral Kathy Tenka was just a bit more high profile than most of them.
It often occurred to Wendy that if she was working in corporate law, she wouldn't need to make all these prison visits. She would be earning a lot more money too. But then Kathy Tenka was a lot more interesting than most corporate executives. Even if she was an arrogant right-wing idiot.
Before Wendy could retrieve her shoes from the x-ray, a Public Safety Service officer called her to stop.
Halting in her bare feet, Wendy looked quizzically at the officer.
"We have had information that you might be smuggling drugs in here," said the officer, a woman aged about thirty, wearing a little too much make-up for somebody in a uniform.
"Drugs? Are you serious? My client has never even used drugs," prot
The Baenre GirlsIt had been several weeks since Quenthel's resurrection. The drowess found it disconcerting to know that she had been dead, but she praised Lloth for the joy of living again to see the enemies of House Baenre destroyed. Quenthel's memories of the Demonweb Pits were blurred, like some distant dream. She remembered only the smell of sulphur and the feel of cobwebs.The Baenre Girls1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Quenthel had been invited to Triel's private chambers, ostensibly for a few drinks. Quenthel knew her older sister was always looking for opportunities to size up her sisters, to analyse whether they posed potential threats. The drow smiled at the joy at which Triel greeted her return from the dead. The two sisters had always been affectionate towards each other and after the separation of death, especially so. Yet their hugs and kisses could not hide the rivalry between them. Triel was as aware of it as she was. When Quenthel got the chance to kill her sister and seize control of Menzoberranzan, it would be the final act of s
Transported to VielsDen KeepTirarna, Dragon Queen and High Mistress of Garth had been the scourge of many lands. The Eagle Empire had almost fallen, faced with the onslaught that the Dragon Queen had assailed against them. The warriors of Gath had allied with the human barbarians and the Orc tribes of the Az'hard mountains. Yet it was dragons that had been the key to Tirarna's power. The dragons that she had trained had laid waste to city after city.Transported to VielsDen Keep1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now the evil queen was cornered, defeated. Her army had fallen against the enormous might of the Eagle Empire.
Tirarna's dragon gave a terrible cry it died; it's heart pierced by the magic lance.
"My dragon!" screamed the queen, before tumbling from the saddle.
As the Eagle Knights advanced toward her, Tirarna gathered herself up from the blood-soaked soil and drew her massive broad sword.
"You shall never take me alive, you wretched dogs!" cried the queen. Yet something was holding her back. Some unseen force had trapped her. A faint blue nimbus surrounded her body.
An Interview with Lady VashjSunedran, top journalist of the Kalimdor Times, had been trying for years to get an interview with Queen Azshara. It had all been to no avail. It seemed that the Daughter of a Thousand Moons thought talking to journalists was beneath her. The offer of an interview with Lady Vashj, one of the queen's chief highborne ladies-in-waiting and close confident was definitely the next best thing.An Interview with Lady Vashj2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The night elves worshiped and adored their queen. To them she was the very model of perfection, beautiful, wise and benevolent. Sunedran had seen Azshara from a distance and could only admire her magnificence. A major part of him wanted to be carried away by the tide of adoration, yet somehow it didn't quite ring true. The common view of Azshara as the perfect queen simply did not sit with his journalistic instinct. Deep down, he knew that if you dug hard enough, you could always find a scandal. Perhaps Vashj could help him to find the real Azshara.
For the interview, Sunedran wore a plain dark blue ro
Colours of the Enemy"I don't understand this." said the tech-priest.Colours of the Enemy2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Commissar Phokas did not understand either. Among the wreckage of the battlefield he saw the distinct forms of an an Imperial Land Raider and two Leman Russ battle tanks. Yet each of these vehicles was painted in the garish colours and patterns of the Eldar Harlequins. They were hung, not with Imperial banners, but flags emblazoned with the twisted and decadent designs of the Eldar. The three Imperial tanks were not the only captured vehicles among the wreckage; he recognised the brutish form of an Ork battle-wagon, similarly painted in the same flamboyant diamond pattern.
"They had vehicles of their own," said Tech-Brother Gottschalk. "Strange, sinister machines that are faster than ours. Why did they need to steal our sacred armour?" The tech-priest's voice was heavy with grief. Had his eyes not been replaced by cybernetic devices, they would have run with tears.
"The ways of the Xenos are mysterious, my friend," said Commissar Phokas.
Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch5"Do you love Lolth?" Sos'umptu asked Zariel, as the two Drow priestesses busied themselves polishing the silver vessels of the chapel.Sos'umptu's Unwanted Assistant ch52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Of course I do, mistress," replied Zariel. To answer otherwise would have invited instant death. Neglect of the cult of the Spider Queen was not tolerated in Menzoberranzan.
"Why do you love her, child?" Sos'umptu asked.
Zariel had never once thought about it. She was a priestess of Lolth, educated at Arach-Tinilith. From her birth she had been brought up to serve the Spider Queen. Why would she not love Lolth?
The young priestess shrugged.
"Because.. because she's our goddess," she replied. "Because we serve her and she rewards us."
Sos'umptu nodded. She knew she was going to need to stretch the girl's mind a bit and expand her theology.
"Indeed. That is truth," the chaplain said. "The reason I ask is many Drow do not really love Lolth, or at least they do not really understand why they should love her."
Zariel looked blankly at the Baenre.
"A lot of
The Emperor's AcceptanceAs Commissar Phokas surveyed the fallen Eldar bodies, he heard a growl from behind him. It was the beastman, Sergeant Snaligraz.The Emperor's Acceptance2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"We have killed lots for the Emperor, Sir," said the beastman. "But many of us are dead."
"You have fought hard, Sergeant," said the commissar.
"Malkrul is really hurt, Sir."
"Let me see him, Sergeant," Phokas commanded.
Phokas was duly led to a group of beastmen who surrounded a wounded member of their platoon.
Commissar Phokas looked down at the wounded beastman and saw a painful sight. One of the beastman's curled horns was broken and his eye swollen and closed. He was bleeding from multiple wounds. Beastmen smelled foul at the best of times, but a wounded beastman was truly an accursed stench.
Phokas contemplated summoning a medic, but he had doubts about whether the beastman would survive long enough to receive ministrations. He also did not want to divert a medic from aiding the wounded humans. Priorities had to be made.
"Rest easy, Soldier," said Phoka
Elf Princess and Brownie Lady Pt1Venatriel knew her father trusted her. That was why he was sending her to represent the interests of the elven kingdom. Years of training in the art of diplomacy had prepared her for this mission.Elf Princess and Brownie Lady Pt12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yet for all that trust, her father the king had made this demand of her. She knew it made sense. While she would have preferred to have travelled to Dun-Vabaldim by carriage, riding on a dragon would get her there much more speedily, allowing her more time for preparing the elves case for revision of the Treaty of Irongorge.
There was also another reason. Only brownies could ride dragons, which meant the princess would be arriving at the Dwarfhold in the company of a brownie. This held considerable political capital.
"It will show that elves and brownies are now friends," her father had explained. "It sends the clearest possible message that the days of our enslaving brownies are past and the enmity between our peoples is over. Our harsh treatment of brownies in the past put us in a position
Morgaine: Prisoner in a Grey WorldHMP Holloway 2011Morgaine: Prisoner in a Grey World1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The prison officer led the visitor across the wing. She suppressed a wry smile at his archaic outfit. He seemed dressed more for a fancy dress party than a prison visit. But then the prisoner he was visiting was a bit of a space cadet herself. The man's soft features expressed a boundless energy, yet his eyes betrayed great wisdom and suggested quite a contrast with his boyish smile.
This was no ordinary visit. It was a private and confidential meeting arranged by the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce. This man, Dr. John Smith, was apparently one of their bigwigs.
The bigwig looked at his surroundings. He hated prisons. He was no stranger to being locked up, but attempts to keep him that way would always prove unsuccessful. The Doctor considered prisons to be grim places. To strip a person of his or her freedom was an assault on their dignity as a sentient being. Sometimes prisons would harm rather than reform their charges. However, he knew they could not be disp
ENN: Admiral ArrestedEarth News Network: Capturing the stories as they happen!ENN: Admiral Arrested2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Admiral Kathy Tenka, hero of the Asteroth campaign and the Battle of Thoth, has been arrested after attempting to launch a military coup against the government of the Terran Republic.
The Ministry of Defence has refused to give exact details of Tenka's strategy or plans, but it has been confirmed that the 40-year old admiral has been arrested by the Public Safety Service. The PSS have also arrested 20 other senior officers within the Terran Navy. One hundred other servicemen and women have been confined to barracks pending investigation by the Military Police.
The Judicial Department has confirmed that it will be handling the prosecution of Tenka and that the matter was outside the jurisdiction of military courts. Justice Minister Carole Sokeho has said "Tenka's alleged actions are a crime against the very foundations of democracy. They constitute a clear breach of trust by military personnel and thus they must be dealt w
Kathy in Custody ch1Admiral Kathy Tenka had spent a sleepless night in the cell. The shock of arrest and the prospect of a trial had made sleep an impossibility.Kathy in Custody ch12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cell was not uncomfortable. The mattress was comfortable and it was warmed by underfloor heating. Perhaps the comfortableness of the cell was what made it so offensive to Kathy. The brigs of her battleships did not have underfloor heating; they were harsh metal boxes. Most heinous of all was the appallingly civilian magnolia colour of the cell walls.
A guard brought her some breakfast, a muffin, some tea and a carton of orange juice. Kathy mused over how much this accommodation costed taxpayers. Things would have been a lot tougher if her coup had succeeded and she was in charge. The felons of the Terran Republic did not know they had been born.
A bit later there was a knock on the cell door and a besuited woman, aged about thirty entered.
"I've been sent by Admiral Condor. My name is Wendy Moo. I'm your attorney," said the woman, offering he
A Brownie in Elfprincessland ch1"Ouch! You stupid girl!" howled Princess Venatriel as the hairbrush snagged on her long golden hair. "That brownie over there is more gentle than you. I should get her to do it," she told her maid, pointing to Lady Melkanen.A Brownie in Elfprincessland ch12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You mean, 'your noble sister over there,'" said Melkanen. "Your Highness, I'm your bodyguard not your maid. I can't defend you with my sword when I'm messing with a hairbrush."
Venatriel frowned. Her elven maid continued brushing her golden hair. Venatriel's tresses fell to her knees. Melkanen sometimes wondered if her own waist length hair was a little impractical, but here in the elven city of Parvinead it was just about shorter than average. There were very few elves, male or female, who did not have at least waist length hair and some let their hair grow even longer than Venatriel's.
Venatriel frequently screamed at her elven maids, but she never raised her voice to Melkanen. Since the brownie had saved her from death at the hands of a dark elf assassin, the p
VioletThe renegade Time Lord known as the Watcher was in big trouble. He ran through the maze of trenches looking for an escape. In the distance he heard the thunder of artillery and the thudding of shells. Was it Kaleds shelling Thals, or Thals shelling Kaleds?Violet8 months ago in Horror More Like This
His pursuers were gaining on him. If only he could reach his TARDIS! He tripped and fell into the mud. He looked up, realising with horror that he had come to a dead end in the trench. He turned around to see his pursuers bear down on him.
The first one was a woman, a tall young woman with pale skin and chestnut hair. She wore a camouflage-patterned combat suit and a blaster gun was slung over her shoulder. A 'Chairman Mao' cap completed the outfit. She opened her mouth, baring a set of terrible fangs. 'A vampire, like in the legends of Gallifrey!' he realised with horror.
The second pursuer was a tall man wearing a black dinner jacket with a bow tie. If he had been a human, he would have appeared to be in his early sixties. A shaggy