The Incursion, Chapter Three
Joe strode down the Stronghold’s cold corridor, thankful Mini-Flash Splitsville had given him something to smile about. Her regular warnings that theirs was to be a strictly casual affiliation had commenced the very day they met, as if she herself had yet to notice she’d become a key member of Joe’s most trusted inner circle from effectively that moment on. Indeed, our hero wondered whether the moody loner of her own self-perception would recognise the Mini-Flash Splitsville he knew, that small silver-blue-haired permanent presence asking him endless questions about Rebel Without a Cause. Joe wished there were more like her. No Mini-Flash besides Flashtease gave him greater reason to suppose his theories on this galaxy were valid.
The Incursion, Chapter Two
Petunia’s performance of the three odd-numbered songs from her repertoire had gone down well on the Rings of Xandreth. True, it was only a small nightclub some distance from the VIP ascension of that galaxy’s ten thousand mega-mile orbital pleasure-strip, but if Petunia had touched even this handful of lives with that which she represented, she was satisfied. From their hoots and howls and waving pseudopods it sounded as if she had, so with a last half-circle twirl she treated them to one more look at the symbol they were doubtless cheering for.
The Incursion, Chapter One
Beyond the ornate railings a rock-lined lane wound its way through parkland densely roofed by trees in the thick of their late-summer leafage. Breaks in the black boughs disclosed a sky gilded with sun, and to exit the deep green tunnel was to move through heat. A light patina of sand that crunched in whispers underfoot hinted at seaside nearby. Along this track of cooling shadow slanted and dappled through with gold, Joe and Flashtease were strolling.
Neetra and Joe, Chapter One
“I wanted to save her, Joe,” said Neetra. “I tried.” These remaining two members of The Four Heroes were alone atop the hill from which Nottingham Castle once towered, their backs to the wreckage that was all the war had left, and Joe’s eyes fixed on a point far beyond the rubble-strewn grass and the cliff’s edge directly ahead. He was staring somewhere above the outspread rooftops, somewhere into the heart of the endless sky. The news had not been good. Neetra and Joe were at more or less the very same spot on the castle grounds where they had sat together the day the Next Four completed their moving-in, and then they had laughed and made fond jokes to each other about how well their relationship seemed to be going. That memory now felt like something from another century that happened to a pair of strangers who lived then.
Neetra and Joe, Chapter Two
Light-years away, peaceful peoples of an entire galaxy were gathered as they were on Earth to celebrate an end to the Solidity’s war. Down in Planet Eshcaton’s subterranean sanctuary thankfully meditated the four wise sages who had led this passive resistance, but the populations which rallied round them were high above the barren surface, jubilating on the roofs of star-cruisers in synchronous Eshcaton-orbit. Another troupe of musicians, all residents of that far-off quadrant and personally known to Neetra, had been belting out pop song after pop song to a vast open-air audience and countless others via live holographic feed. But none of those millions knew why it should be that the lead singer Cherry, having just rounded off the latest in a line of upbeat party-numbers, suddenly slowed and paused.
I'll Find Your Planet
The diminutive globular manager wasn’t putting Cherry’s psychic powers under any strain in his bids to commune with her from the other end of the auditorium. In fact his despairing gyrations and palpitations were most expressive on a purely visual level, especially in the wake of one earth-tremor and the annihilation of an outdoor passage. Keep calming them down! was the general gist. We’re sure to lose them otherwise!
Issues, Chapter Four
“Talk to me, Prof.” Every screen along the corridor blinked to the direct line, so that Dylan and Phoenix were marching past image after image of the same aged face.
Centre of my Cosmos
There had been one or two hitches, but here at last was the fallback point, another Xandreth district still under construction. Phoenix Prime, the holdall containing Scientooth on her shoulder and Petunia under her other arm, touched down on a rooftop overlooking the darkened half-finished neighbourhood and folded her flame-wings. She had intended this to be the landing-site, and to have done without that regrettable race through a dozen blocks of densely-peopled nightspots. Now however, after all that, her objective was finally within reach.