#amwriting #wip A bit more

Some of this you’ll have seen and still a lot to write to reach my old beginning – maybe another 60 pages. New start is already at 45 pages and total of a 145 pages but this, as I keep saying is just raw ideas; developing plots, characters, a new world – ad inf.

Thanks to people who are interested and like the stuff.



The power of the Attack and Scout ships however, was a drain on the Admiral’s space support systems and as power now dropped to various low levels tubes automatically appeared onto the planet without waiting and prisoners and associates were dropped in, in more ways than one, before the Admirals realised.

Where the clean bombs had gone the old prisoner camps still existed – kept almost as monuments – but where de Bowed’s dirty bombs had gone there were now large radioactive holes.

The four Admirals faced disaster as their power ran out and they were running for the tubes with protective suits on and down to the polluted planet as all the ships started loosing power but one Admiral also had nuclear protection and a very limited lifespan if the other Admirals found him and Percival de Bowed was already at a castle to the north-west.

The new prisoners and associates were dumped at the site near Toshon; the one near Ascan and near the Lodge. The Toshon site some miles from a Percival de Bowed dirty bomb but the sites near castle Jamesson, and between the Lodge and Matira were clear.

Once the prisoners near Toshon had been wiped out – four hundred years by the sea sweeping in and now by a dirty bomb but already the waters were sweeping into the hole left by the bomb and debris, bodies and radiation were floated together. Toshon once again was a seaside castle to the west.

I suppose, if you were alive, life became interesting. Dwarfs normally live very long lives and now Marcel Droga was meeting an old James Droga; Stefen Matira was in Matira whilst Martan Matira was in Toshon and Peter Jamesson was meeting David Jamesson. No-one was meeting Percival de Bowed however that was by his choice and although Angus du Storme’s castle was shielded by mountains, his castle had been bracketed by two of Percival’s dirty bombs.

When the Admirals thought about it looked fairly obvious that Percival’s main target for his bombs had been to destroy the Droga and Du Storme castles; leaving his own as the castle in the north-west. Percival’s dinner invitations had now reached zero and the only punch served would come from a fist.

One other result of Percival de Bowed’s actions was the bomb by the Lodge also destroyed the sea defences and while the water sweeping in hadn’t touched the Lodge it had cut off the north-east and north-west sections of Destraight. Matira for example was now cut off, apart a narrow causeway to the west. The prisoners in the camp were now literally prisoners with no-where they could go and that was nearly forty thousand people. They couldn’t touch the fish as they were radioactive and whilst the explosion site was now under the sea, and they were forty miles from the site but now only eight miles away from the water, they were as their predecessors had been, manacled and unable to move at speed, or with any precision.

The sadness was that most of the Trons had nowhere to escape from as the forests burnt, nor the Minuets. The Rocs in the mountains near Toshon were shielded but elsewhere the people in the towns near the castles were obliterated. The castles had protection designed from the beginning but outside the towns remained intact, the people died and so did the food, the animals and those who hadn’t bolt holes and didn’t bolt were the Admiral’s main dish. No-one had ever told them the clean bombs would kill everything not protected. Dirty bombs normally kill by immediate blast and then by radiation, either directly or carried on the wind that the bomb creates. The castles survived but everything either died immediately or slowly, afterwards – there was no clean solution. The sea swept at various places and once again the country was cut as if it was strategic bombing and several bombs did in fact miss their targets completely.

Over the next twenty four hours all bomb sites near the coast were flooded.

A new map of Destraight would show Percival de Bowed’s castle surrounded by water with the nearest land some ten miles to the east. Droga and Du Storme’s castles had just escaped but De Bowed’s castle was not even on land any more and the prisoner’s camp outside Toshon was also under water however a De Bowed dirty bomb had killed them before the waters flowed in.

The major issue for now seemed to be James Droga and Marcel Droga and the dirty bombs with Argus du Storme also wanted revenge. Percival de Bowed might not think he was lucky stuck in sea but the other Admirals wished to stick him somewhere else.

Stefen and Martan Matira still didn’t know the other existed and Stefen was locked away in the south-east of the country in an abandoned castle with only one habitable floor and that had been created four hundred years ago. The Admirals were not achieving their goals and already the keys were passing amongst the prisoners – freeing them up from the manacles as the Rocs managed to communicate and left the keys from the previous Admirals.

One of the untoward effects of the bombs was to move land as well as water some places were now a lot further away from each other than they had been and bordering on the sea.

Once the Admirals felt they had settled in, the politics started as James Droga and his small guard were overwhelmed; the same for David Jamesson, leaving Droga castle with Marcel Droga and Ascan castle with Peter Jamesson as leaders.

Two Dwarfs – as they say – are an argument but both Marcel and Peter chose to up the ante – making it a war – without the Trons and Minuets telepathy there wasn’t any sharing of the true thoughts of the Admirals … yes, some of the Trons and Minuets – with their telepathy – had survived in the north-east and were now being hunted and killed by Stefen Matira, when he could find them but the Minuets could fly and the Trons – being wood – could float so some of the old races were finding refuge although one of Percival’s dirty bombs had landed some twenty miles from the Lodge which is where most were heading. The Lodge had refuges and bolt-holes and then the sea swept in – yet again – diluting the radiation and the floods protected the survivors in various ways.

The Wolfen had their own survival skills and telepathy and new prisoners were being released to confuse the issues even more as the old races worked to confuse the Admirals.

Yes, the Admiral’s plans … like themselves … were ill-thought out, and relied on domination, force and destruction and now the survivors were plotting their destruction.

The world now invaded by the seas after the Admiral’s bombs had rained down was defined only by the rising and falling land-masses; forty thousand people dead for the Admiral’s egos; food stocks wiped out, and two compassionate leaders wiped out by their relatives in the Dwarf fashion.

Yet another Dwarven driven Admiral excursion was destroying another planet and those driven underground – who called themselves the People – now started to build their own world again but underground and over the four hundred years they built and took their revenge with constant wars with the Admirals.

The People, in their own words and thoughts started in Toshon. The Lodge was now an island called Dagril. They’d built across to De Bowed castle for their first revenge but when they saw what it had become they left it alone; then there was Ascan, Matira and eventually they had completed an underground route covering every major area, especially including the Admiral’s castles, even Toshon after Martan Matira was poisoned. They had Rock Trolls, Slurms and a People who hated and sought revenge.

Stefen Matira took over both castles and favoured Toshon but he didn’t move far from the castle walls which kept increasing in size, unless in force. That Toshon had been owned by a relative made it almost a gaudy trinket worth more than his own.

The bombs had changed Destraight to what the Admirals now called Astoria.

To the People it would always be Destraight.


About Dave Page

I'm now working on Astoria. Sci-Fi/Mix of Future and Past. Dwarvia decides to rid herself of several hundred thousand Prisoners plus Dwarfs who've made the mistake of falling out of favour - big-time. Published books: Parky's Lunch, Afters and Teamtime, and Magic Midnight are the books in the Parky's espionage series. FYOG - Don't Wait Up and I May Be A Long Time are the two books in the FYOG series. The Good, The Bad, And The Awful Poetry Book is not that awful and all available on Amazon. Dave served with the Royal Navy for 8 years including 2 years in an ex Japanese Execution Camp in Singapore before embarking on a career of Accountancy and IT lasting some 40 years in Europe, the UK and the Far East before writing. During his Royal Naval Service Dave represented 500 guys on a Welfare Committee for two years and worked on two Royal Tournaments including putting up pay with the Bagpipes practising in front of his office and the RAF Dogs joining in behind him. Leaving the Royal Navy Dave worked in a Funfair and a Pub of the Year in London. Born in London, Dave lived in Chelsea for 10 years and now lives in Gloucester. Dave on Amazon is https://www.amazon.com/author/davepage
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