Into the Dark chapter 4The hallways of the St. Bartholomew Hospital were quiet, and still. The upper levels left evacuated and empty, played host to the occasional Scotland Yard Officer who paraded back and forth, lazily, on their rounds. On the lower levels, the usual patients slept, crowded together as they were forced to share a closer company in order to properly isolate the patient that slept high above them. It had been a great shock to the ward when word came that they would be accommodating the greatest criminal in London. Crowd control had been needed, to calm the worried patients, and keep the nosy public from swarming the premises.More Like This
They had placed James Ratigan on the top floor of the emergency wing, strapped down to a hospital bed and locked in a small room, behind who's door two armed men stood at the ready. On every floor below, a pair of officers walked, patrolling through the night. The building itself was surrounded as well, police manning a 10 foot perimeter from every entrance.
Into the Dark chapter 3"One more time gents! All together now! Heave!" The Leading officer shouted as he directed his men. Almost Twenty Police officers were propped up against the side of the shattered wood of the last of the prison cells. With one final push the obstacle creaked and moaned but slowly began to roll away from the spot where it had fallen.More Like This
"Very good, men. You lot, quickly, throw those ropes over its side and tie it off so it doesn't fall back onto the opening." Other officers jumped to action at his command and set to work securing proper bindings around the structure. As soon as it was tied off the men who had moved it looked as if they wanted to collapse. They had been at it for almost an hour, clearing away the rubble of this unexpected roadblock.
The leading officer stepped forward. He peered into the blackness that lay beyond the barrel they had just moved. Without turning back to his men he stuck out his hand to them,
"Give me the light," he said quietly, his eyes searched
Into the Dark chapter 2I walked quickly down the sewer tunnel, the tapping of my heels adding to the hollow echo of the constant drip of water from the world above. The bottom of my dress dragged through a shallow layer of water that had collected from the evening's heavy rain.More Like This
My eyes searched the shadows, my ears twitching for any sound of movement beside my own. The entrance to the hide out was sure to be guarded with twice as many men then usual due to the severity of our now exposed location. The threat of attack from my own gang mates wasn't out of the question. They all knew me; after a year of acquaintance with the professor I had earned a reputation around the sewers and an almost protection to its dangers that lurked there, simply with association to the Napoleon of crime himself. But there was no way of saying how that would hold up now. Professor Ratigan was captured, some of the henchmen might of not even know that he had survived the fall and now believed he was dead. It was impossible to say h
Into the Dark chapter 1 The bell rang just as the hour struck. Midnight, today had been cast into tomorrow, the day the plan was supposed to fall perfectly into place, the first in a soon to be many days of happy freedom that were promised to come. But the bell that was meant to signal a time of completion and relief, the start of a new day, a new life, changed suddenly. He was never supposed to be up there, so high and so far away. The clock tower had come from the nowhere of London's heart, a looming building of stone and glass that pointed from the center of the city like a steak through a corpse. They weren't supposed to be up there, hell two of them weren't even supposed to be alive. How they escaped was a mysterious as the men themselves, well one of them any way. The detective.More Like This
Shortly after they had fled the palace, I too left, catching a cab and pursing after the aerial chase as best as I could. The streets of London were in chaos after the attack
The Nebula's Tide ch 12 A New FaceMore Like This
“Ow.” Kala cradled her arm, rubbing her bruised elbow with a wince of pain. The doctor had forgotten Treta’s warning to brace for turbulence, the nebula’s cloud outside her port window having served as a captivating distraction. It wasn’t until Galliano’s com message that she remembered and leapt for the bunk to try and take hold. What followed was a jostled and bumpy ride in which she somehow managed to bang up every part of her body. When they broke free she was thrown to the floor, hitting her elbow and striking the funny bone with thud that left her arm burning.
As Kala sat up, leaning her back against the bed, a slight hiss from across the room drew her attention to a safety hold that had apparently emerged earlier from the wall. She cursed the wanton sound of its retreat as it mechanically, and smugly, slunk back behind its hidden panel.
The Nebula's Tide ch 11Captain on DeckMore Like This
The bridge of the Monoceros was a suspended room of Bavanti glass, flat at the back and pointed forward toward the bow. Its arched dome was a single flawless piece, incredibly thick, beautifully transparent, and damn near impenetrable. The best pirated money could buy. Captain Treta designed his beloved star racer in the romantic style but he knew, for the sake of its innovative prowess, this glistening addition was a necessary exception to the ships décor.
He scaled the left staircase leading to the bridge with the swiftness of an Asmurian half his age. Galliano, his first mate, the one the doctor had identified as the man with the keys, took notice of his captain’s swift demeanor.
The Nebula's Tide ch 10Small SpacesMore Like This
The walls of the ship shook with frightening fragility. Jostled and pounded, the Monoceros tore its way through the mouth of the merciless space channel, the quantum forces like teeth ripping and grinding the unwanted vessel along its trespassed path. Doctor Leahy kept her eyes squeezed shut, clenching her jaw as she tried to keep from biting off her own tongue with every jolt. Her muscles ached as she clung to the rough material that pressed up against her, the Captain keeping her utterly immobilized and pinned against the wall behind her. How long this jackhammer ride actually lasted was unclear, but with every shattering quake it felt like another hour was added to the endless rapture of their travel.
In all actuality, the jump was only total of forty-nine seconds, an impossible feat by the federation’s understanding. And yet, days away from the dead space boarder, in a blustering corner of the quadrant, the pores of space opened, releasing the pirate ship and her
The Nebula's Tide ch 9The Captain’s WarningMore Like This
All eyes were cast upon the sky. Through the projected glass of the central screen, the wide wandering black peered back at them. Nothing, there was simply nothing. Here on the edge of dead space not even the twinkle of distant stars could offer solace. All that lay ahead was the cold presence of the permanight, and in it only the imprint of something greater that had been here not a moment before.
The absence of the pirate ship had taken with it all expectations of the federation crew. The silence of the Doctor’s emergency system left them feeling as if the pirate’s blade had struck each and every member on board. And so they sat silenced and dumbfounded, surrounded by the panting of their war ships insatiable with blood lust, the terminated SOS of their Hantae comrade still ringing in their ears.
Fletcher was lost, his eyes scanning the empty sky for what he already knew was no longer there. How could this happen, and so suddenly too? Without a
The Nebula's Tide ch 8Where One Life Ends…More Like This
Kala lay upon the floor of her cell with her arms out stretched and her brow deeply furrowed. Surrounded by the muffled clanks and crashes of distant machinery, she felt as if her ears were ripping apart. It was roughly three in the morning, if she had been keeping track correctly, and this cacophony of noise had been going on now for nearly an hour. The good doctor tried her best to remain calm, alternating at first between different breathing techniques, and soothing exercises in attempt to block out the sounds. But as the screeching of metal wielding suddenly roared up into full assault, she decided that she could take it no more.
Her eyes widened and her back arched as Kala let out an exasperated bellow of her own, flailing her limps as she kicked herself up to a sitting position. Her outburst was enough to startle the still sleeping Bioman next to her. But the monster only drooled a little and after making a low moaning sound collapsed back into his in
The Nebula's Tide ch 7Code Red Series Niner-NinerMore Like This
On the other end of the vast quadrant, Federation Station Fifty-Nine, code named Needle, was on high alert. The uppermost control room of the slowly spinning top was swarmed with early woken officers. All computers were on, every dash had its attendant, all searching and scrolling, calling out their readings as soon as they emerged. The Needle had established a twenty four hour watch on the doctor’s signal the instant her ship had disappeared from their tracking system, switching out operatives every six hours to maintain a constant feed on her health and location. A small dispatch team had been sent when her signal broadcasted coordinates that ranked high on the federation’s quarantine list, coming in from the slave planet Texth in the Lejos galaxy. But the distance was far, and the team was not able to surpass the slaver’s blockade undetected, before her signal transferred once again.
Admiral Jacob Fletcher was the standing commanding off
The Nebula's Tide ch 6Dissecting CircuitsMore Like This
The Ship was dark and resting. After the Doctor left, Captain Treta had ordered an immediate withdraw from orbiting the star and instead set them adrift deeper into space. The patrols of federation ships around this area were more frequent then the previous slave planet, and with their cargo broadcasting its distress signal, Treta knew that they had to keep the Monoceros moving, to ensure that the trail was as difficult to follow as possible.
After finishing his Captain’s duties on deck, he returned to his cabin. The room was dark. The holographic window behind his desk, now turned off, let in the dazzling spectacle of nebulas and star mist as they gradually floated by.
He discarded his coat and hat and took a seat, calling the ship’s computer to activate the master screen. A portion of the desk cleared, previously camouflaged to replicate the swirling wood of the rest of the table, and awakened the technical display of the tablet’s interface
The Nebula's Tide ch 5Under His KnifeMore Like This
Kala awoke to warm sunlight on her face. Blinking softly she opened her eyes. She still lay on the hard wooden floor of her cell, her slanted view of the world showing the soft swaying of ropes and netting beyond her bars as they dipped and leaned with the creaking of the ship. Slowly she pushed herself up to a sitting position, rubbing her sore neck and shoulders.
The Bioman was still asleep, and probably would be for another day or so. As her memory cleared away the clouds of sleep, she recalled the massive needle they had used when subduing the beast. That syringe had clearly been meant for animal sedation and had been loaded with a dose that would have proven fatal to any living thing, save for this genetic abomination. Still, she was grateful for his silence, and took the opportunity to fully walk around her area.
The sunlight that pooled in a perfect spotlight from her window caused Kala to pause. They were traveling through space; the presence of a direct light s
The Nebula's Tide ch3A Number ‘Round Your NeckMore Like This
The slave market was a sea of crooks, beggars, and endless chains of the condemned. It seemed that species of aliens from every stretch of the galaxy could be found here. Shackled and on display, the bigger ones were held in cages, the ones with more sexual potential were dressed up and placed on higher platforms around which crowds of smugglers swarmed shouting out their bids for the next beauty they would add to their collection.
Kala was lead through the busy streets at the end of a long line of prisoners, her wrists aching from the metal cuffs that tugged her along as she stumbled after the others who shared her chain. The planet they had come to was one that she could not easily identify. It was hot and humid, though the ground cracked underfoot and looked as if it hadn’t ever known the touch of rain. Three moons hung just over the horizon and with the enormity of the sun in the sky, its size implying the planet revolved on a third level proxi
Belle of the Ball Belle stood in the corner of the gilded ballroom watching as the dancers made their graceful turns across the floor. She had promised her father she would make an effort tonight but she was finding it hard to keep her mind on the party. She couldn't stop thinking about him and all the peculiar moments they had shared, each more bewildering than the last. Oh she remained true to her word for her father and danced with any man who seemed interested, and there had been many, but the company of Earl's sons and banker's boys were nothing compared to the Prince.More Like This
Yes she thought, and smiled to herself. He was a prince. A prince of the forest. Not quite a king for that implied too much. But a prince...He possessed the airs of such a title better than any man here.
As a gentleman approached and offered her his hand, Belle smiled and took her place for the next waltz.
They began to dance. The spinning motion lulled her into a pensive dreamlike state. Belle hardly
I Really Want YouIs a poor man rich in solitude,More Like This
or will mother earth complain?
Did a beggar pray for a sunny day but,
Lady Luck for rain?
They say a million people bow and scrape,
to an effigy of gold.
I saw life begin on the ship we're in and,
I really want you.
The clouds released their rain upon the city as if the water had been cut from their sides. Grace anticipated the downpour. The sky's had been heavy for days. That's why she had brought her umbrella. Susan and Demetri called the car to come and get them but despite their urging, Grace kindly refused the ride. She wanted to walk home. She needed to think, and the rain would help to clear her thoughts.
Under the awning and warmed by the glow of the coffee shop window, she waved goodbye to her cousin and friend and opened her umbrella. The rain hit hard and Grace readjusted her grip on the handle.
The rain had all but cleansed the streets. There was still a notable scattering of people, but compared to the usual crowd G