Mi Kee, as I’ve said on various occasions is just a Work In Progress.
I’m learning and developing as I try to write a story and the story tries to write me.
The trial writing was to allow me to start to think what the ‘immortal’ I was doing.
The Cats are mental; the hounds create the intelligent wolves; the Old Stock; power of the Dwarfs – so much to write and I need to take my time.
Some ideas below.
Chapter I – The Trials Of Magic
Destraight was considered excellent as a prison planetary name. An old unstable planet ideally suited to prisoners the Dwarven race had taken.
During the years, three Armada Class ships – Andromeda with Admiral James Droga; Surreptitious with Admiral Martan Matira, and the Ancient with Admiral David Jamesson, approached and along with twenty thousand sleeping prisoners/politicians per ship there were guards, hounds and hunting Cats. All asleep and they would stay that way until they were placed on the planet.
They were all disposable, apart from Admirals Droga, Matira and Jamesson, who would turn their ships around and sleep until their return.
Crew staff stayed awake but in five shifts so they would only lose ten years of their lives. The Admirals would lose, perhaps four weeks but they were selected for having no dependents alive – something that had attracted attention in its day and then the Dwarf clans had closed up and nothing, apart from cries and bodies attracted any attention afterwards.
The planet seemed ideal.
Landquakes, typhoons and tidal waves abounded but these all seemed to hit just one side of the planet and that turned very slowly, possessing only three moons; the other side had a distant sun producing a temperate area but for unbeknown reasons the planet was held in some kind stasis that bound it to the moons and the sun and so its movement was both erratic and slow mirroring thoughts as the Admiral’s pondered their careers and a homecoming to no-one and the words across the sentinel wires were caustic in the extreme as the Admirals discussed their futures.
The Admirals had authority; guards; Cats; Hounds and prisoners to be controlled. The decent side of the planet looked okay; the guards were just failures, leftovers and of little value without guidance, and guidance from the Admirals would be there in substance and very quickly they could be ruling and not returning home to a pension that wasn’t worth the Geld.
All was going to plan and the various Admirals watched the horizon and Destraight and guards, Cat, Hounds and Administrative staff finally landed.
This side of Destraight had also been chosen for its large land as it allowed easy disposal into the self-build camps.
The self-build camps were a combination of silicone, concrete powder, air and water dropped as moulds and needing only power to generate them. The sun-shell power nodes were already reacting and the camps were rising.
The three Admirals had met on the Ancient to watch the final disposals and now as they moved their eyes from the camps they could see trouble. The hounds were savaging the guards and prisoners. The Cats had completely disappeared and prisoners were somehow outside of the camps and running.
Something had gone badly wrong and as Admirals they didn’t meet each other’s eyes, they stared at the overhands; the terminals; each other’s large stomach’s until three aides in unison said, “we need a decision, Admiral? It is mayhem down there!”
“The prisoners are on the planet. Our roles are finished. Ready the ships for return.”
The three aides once again sang in unison, “You must vis-moot on the planet, Admiral. Nothing is legal without the three of you in vis-moot on the surface?”
James Droga looked at the other two Admirals, “if we don’t vis-moot we might as well cut our throats now. Just seconds on the surface; finish the vis-moot, and back up here within ten minutes.”
The problem with plans is that plans don’t usually allow for, ‘I’ll be down in a minute’ and expect, or demand, on various occasions that the automatic systems feed you into a shuttle and once safely settled release you.
The systems operate and there was no-one left when all three crafts exploded as the Admirals made their way down.
No-one was going back.