Wheelchair Wars Oreus (iii)

“That is fine, Mefus. Leave me.”

Expressionless, he walked out of the room.

Above Oreus were screens of Timothy and Audrey practicing. Their faces contorting as they gave maximum effort at all times.

They have cunning, guile and intelligence but is it too soon?

Oreus thought back to all the hundreds of warriors he had seen over the innumerable time cycles. Most died quickly, roaring in agony long before he tried remembering their names. Some though, he had grown fond of, even admired. It had made it all the more difficult to watch them being ripped apart in the various arenas. And mostly, by the Fionn.

He recalled his first meeting with what was then a young Brigid. Back then, the Fionn feared the Fianna, but not her. She stared right back at him, no fear. Then the results began to change. The stream of bloody bodies became a flood, that still continues.

Maybe, this time would be different. There was something about this latest crop.

Oreus bellowed, “Sean, call Brigid.”

The woman reappeared scowling. “So, are you a go?”

Oreus spoke with defiance. “Yes, we are a go.”

“Oh, the Governor will be happy. And my warriors even more so.”

Distant Love (Part 69)

A rustic kitchen with sleeping pets and giant breakfast food floating in the landscape.

Derek smiles. “It sounds and smells lovely but what’s a rasher?”

Jessica laughs. “Oh, that be bacon to the likes of you.”

“Smashing, where’s Maeve?” Derek asks.

“Ah, she went out walking. To clear the head. Have you any plans for the day? I’m sure you have plenty of thinking to do.”

Nodding, Derek replied, “Yes, I have a lot to think about. I’m going to head over to the ship, make sure it is fully operational. And then, how to make some money?”

She places her hands on the table. “Remember, the two of you are not alone. You have support here. Don’t forget.”

Satiated, Derek later heads outside. For a moment, he pauses. It is a totally different sensory experience to being on the moon. The clouds drifting in the sky, the wind blowing through the grass and the smell of the sea in the air. Maeve was nowhere to be seen.

He drives his wheelchair forward over the stony surface down the winding lanes to the ship. It looks totally out of place.

The ramp deploys as he approaches. He looks around before heading straight to the control panel.

His presence turns on all the lights and computer analysis.

Wheelchair Wars Oreus (ii)

Uniformed officers examine a large holographic projection of a planet on a futuristic bridge.

Oreus shook his head. “Yoou neever chaange, Saaooirse. Eeveen aafter aall thiis tiime.”

“And you are still a fool. So, have you another team lined up for the slaughter?”

Oreus turned his chair and looked down at his fighters. Timothy and Audrey were engaged in what looked like deep discussion. “Thheey arre noot reaady yet.”

“You would turn your back on me! I can sense your weakness even from here.”

Oreus grimmiced. “I haave thhe maakings oof aa teeam buut its too sooon.”

She was angry now. “The Governor will not be happy. There is an edict that the people are to be entertained. He has senses that the forces of Chaos grow strong on this planet”

With that, the transmission ended.

“Mefus,” Orpheus shouted.

One of the large men that were always at his side entered the room, lifted him up and placed him on the bed. For a moment, Oreus looked at the long scar on the back of the man’s head. It reminded him on the first time they met.

I would apologize but the brute would not be able to comprehend the immensity of the injury I had done. No way to explain that he had mangled his brain to induce servitude.

Wheelchair Wars 4 (i)

A person in a hooded jacket standing under a running shower in a metallic communal bathroom.

Audrey’s heart was thumping, her hands shaking. Body parts of her teammates were strewn on the ground. She wanted to scream, but nothing would come out. Instead, the vast crowd continued to cheer.

The bloodied, hole-laden Gargantuan lay motionless on the ground, its immense body still memorizing.

A pale, sullen Timothy soaked up the crowd’s adulation.

She pressed her joystick forward unthinkingly and began the journey back to base. No words passed them.

The corridors were still full of people carrying the Fianna emblem. Their smiles disappeared on seeing her.

She went straight to her room and locked the even though she sensed a gathering was expected. The shower was turned on, and she undressed.

The water flowed over her body, cleansing it of the small pieces of flesh jung on,

She held her hands up to her eyes and cried uncontrollably, so hard at times that she struggled to breathe.

Memories of those lost flooded her mind. Jack’s smile, gossiping with the girls, and even Olsen teasing her about Timothy. Then, older memories of all the girl’s that died at the convent. Harriet’s screams as one of the sister’s beat her one too many times.

You can do this Audrey. You’ve been through too much to just give up.

Wheelchair Wars 3 (iii)

Man in tank-treaded wheelchair facing a giant robot in a smoky hallway.

One of the Zeplins tapped Audrey’s arm and nodded, before walking away.

Audrey turned her wheelchair. The difference was apparent. The chair was no longer nimble and fast. It was slow and cumbersome, the centre of gravity was all wrong. .

The two guys looked at her.

Audrey bit her lip. “No, this won’t do. It’s far too slow. and targeting would be too difficult.”

Jack took a large breath. “Damn, that’s a pity. So what next?”

“Maybe, the flame thrower?” Olsen said, “It must burn just like everything else.”

Audrey frowned. “Timothy wasn’t too keen on that at all, remember? Too slow and might make the Gargantuan even more vicious.”

“True enough, I suppose. So, what next?” Olsen drove towards her. “We don’t have many time cycles left, and we’re going to have some time to practice.”

“We need to keep going?” Her jaw clenched.

Over the next hour, they took on and off weapons. Some overly impinged on the chair’s versatility; others inflicted too little damage.

“I think I have it!” Audrey roared. Machine guns were affixed on either side of her. Her chair rocked back and forth as she fired at the distant target.

“You go, girl!” Jack whupped.

Olsen grinned.

Wheelchair Wars 3 (i)

Bustling fantasy military camp at sunset featuring knights, magical creatures, and wooden siege engines.

Sweat dripped from Audrey’s brow. She looked at those that remained around her, Olsen, and Jack. They were in the Fianna hall,

Will any of them survive the next battle?

They had spent the whole day exploring different weapons and tactics to use against the Gargantuan.

Timothy retreated to rest some time ago, and Caoimhne followed. She knew that she was on her way to his room, but tried not to think about it. The thought of facing the Gargantuan was enough. The others followed to their beds soon after.

“You okay, Audrey?” It was Jack, giving her a warm smile. She found him to be a welcome addition to the team, however long or short that might be.

“Good, cos we kind of need you at the top of your game. Like, you’re definitely one of our best fighters,” he said with a wry smile.

“I’m fine,” she replied in a loud, firm tone.

“I think she’s jealous,” Olsen said with a wide grin.

“What are you on about?” she replied, shaking her head. “You should both be concentrating on the task in hand, not concerning yourselves with me.

“He likes you, I can tell,” Olsen continued.

“Whatever.” Audrey rolled her eyes. “What weapon is next?”

Distant Love (Part 68)

Empty wheelchair draped with a blanket by a window during a rainy day.

Derek awakens to the sound of pattering as rain hits his bedroom window. For a moment, he rests and ponders the splendid magnificence of it all. The great hydrological cycle of the Earth, the life giver. Back in the lunar days, it had all seemed like such a strange and improbable process. And yet here he was now listening to water hitting against his window that had come from the sky as if conjured up by some strange God.

And then there was the light, flickering in through the window after a million or more long journey. So much for him to do and see today on this first day on this small island. There is a smell of bacon and toast wafting into his room.

As if I needed any more motivation to get up.

The room was smaller than he was used to, which made his maneuvers more difficult. He struggles saying under his breath that the gravity feels stronger here despite what the lunar technicians had previously told him.

Fully dressed and in his wheelchair, he exits his bedroom and enters the hive of activity that is the kitchen.

Jessica smiles. “Aye boy, wha’ wud ya like? Some rashers and sausages, maybe?”

Wheelchairs Wars 2 (i)

The Emperor is the saviour of humanity – Sister Paletine

“So, what do you think of Timothy?” Jessica whispered from her bed. Audrey had found having a room all to herself strange, so had volunteered for a roommate. Jessica moved in at the last time cycle.

Audrey looked at the triangle in the semi lit room hanging from the ceiling. “I like the way he thinks deeply about battles, the strategies, different formations.”

Jessica giggled. “Not like that. Would you like to know.. you are about the same age.”

“Are you serious? Our lives hang in the balance?”

Honestly, where did I find her?

Jessica continued. Audrey had to stay stillstill to hear. “Well some of us think he’s fit. Daire can’t stop thinking about him.”

Audrey felt her stomach ache. Daire is beautiful.

“Time for sleep.” Audrey’s voice was loud, her tons stern.

“Alright, alright Audrey,. I was only asking. No need to go all fire and brimstone.”

“I didn’t. We have a big few time cycles in front of us, and we need to rest.”

Doesn’t she realise her life hangs in the balance? And that the men have women sent to their room anyway. And she really needs to concentrate on her skills.

Wheelchair Wars (i)

Oh my Emperor, please let me suffer and die in your name – A nun’s prayer from The Order of Deliverance

The Emperor is our God; may we suffer greatly for our salvation – A nun from the Order of Retribution

Our Emperor, who doth rule from Earth,

Hallow be thy name,

Thy Empire conquer all,

What is done on Earth pervades the Universe

Give us your spirit and courage,

Forgive us any trespass

And deliver us to your Service

The chanting reverberated through Audrey’s body. Her two surviving roommates were on their knees on each side of her, and her wheelchair. In front of them, holding a wooden triangle, in her habit was Sister Nora. A tall woman with an aquine face, she towered over them. Her face is stern. The chanting has been going on for nearly half an hour in the small prayer room.

“That’s enough now, girls. You can go back to your room.” Sister Nora spoke in an authoritative tone, devoid of any love or intimacy.

The two girls on either side of Audrey rose, their faces twisted in pain from their stiff knees.

Audrey struggled to reverse and turn her manual wheelchair in the small space between two aisles of pews. One of the girls begins to push her and whispers into her ear. “I’ll let you take it easy, since it’s your last night with us. Ya lucky bitch.” Audrey looked back at her friend, Grainne, with a small smile. The other girl was Mary.

The few minutes it took to reach the dormitory down narrow, dark corridors were spent in silence.

Their dormitory was large with enough space for thirty girls. But there were only the three of them, and they clustered near the door. A pang shot through Audrey when she thought of all those that were missing. Disease had taken many, batterings from the sisters took some more. The others were sold to slave in the brothels.

Audrey’s movements were slower than those of others. It took longer for her to remove her purple uniform. That, and she couldn’t walk.

After lifting up her footplates and parking beside the bed, she used her hands to propel herself onto it.

This was a time to sleep, and the lights would switch off in a few minutes. But that rarely happened. The darkness was the only time they had when they could be sure they were not being watched.

Grainne was the first to speak. “Going to miss you Audrey.”

“Yeah, me too,” Mary whispered.

Tears rolled down Audrey’s face. “Yeah, me too. And I hate the thought of leaving you here.”

“I doubt we’ll be here much longer,” Grainne replied. “One of the sisters told we’re being sold to Richies in a few days. I hate the thought of having to please all those old, smelly men. I’d rather have an opportunity like you, even if it risked death.”

“I don’t know if I could be as brave as Audrey,” Mary murmured, “You have already had so many great victories. And now tomorrow, you get to leave this place. The Na Fianna compound has to be better. At least one of us has a chance.”

Then there was silence.

When Audrey woke in the morning, they were gone. Instead, Sister Ita stood at the side of the bed. A round woman with piercing brown eyes. “Come on, get dressed. I’m to bring you to the Na Fianna compound. Give me a shout when you are ready.” With that, she turned and went to wait outside.

Audrey grimaced. Sister Ita was the last person she wanted to spend her day with. She was renowned for her vicious nature and taste for some of the younger girls. She tried to put such thoughts in the back of her mind.

As they left the convent, they paused in front of the large metallic triangle hanging from the ceiling. “To the eternal power of the Emperor,” they said in unison.

Outside the central door, they were immediately hit with the smell. A foul mixture of sweat and excrement. The thoroughfare was crowded with children in rags. “Why doesn’t the Emperor just annihilate this scum?” Audrey knew that the Sister wasn’t expecting a response.

The thoroughfare was a large area with a high ceiling. But the rest of the journey was down narrow passageways with poor lighting. Some of the living spaces they passed didn’t even have front doors. Audrey could see into the little hut rooms that passed as their abodes.

It took two hours to reach the Na Fianna compound. Audrey smiled with glee every time the Sister moaned about having to push her creaky wheelchair and her meagre belongings.

Serves the bitch right after all she has done.

Oreus was waiting for them as they entered the bright and clean compound. The Sister gasped at the limbless man in the powerful, armed wheelchair. Audey had met him previously and said a warm hello.

Oreus ignored the Sister as if she were not there. He ordered one of his men to lift Audrey into an electric wheelchair.

“Now, you can come and go as you please, Audrey. Never again will you have to rely on a walker for movement,” Oreus voice boomed, “now follow me.”

Audrey looked around to see that the hated Sister was gone before pushing the joystick to follow Oreus. There were others there with all different manners of shapes, sizes, and malformations. She hoped to get to know many of them better in time.

“This is your quarters. Battle practice in an hour or so. See you again then.You should take every moment here very seriously. Your life depends on it.”

The room was more spacious than she had anticipated. There was a single bed with white sheets and a pillow. There were no stains like back at the convent. There was even a drawer for her clothes. There were some blotches on the green wall, but that wouldn’t bother her.

An hour later, she had unpacked and gone to the great hall for training.

Festive Updates: My Creative Projects in Progress

Hi everyone, I hope you are all enjoying the festive spirit. Personally, I love this time of year and having some time off. It’s great to catch up with people, also.

I like giving these updates every six months or so on all my projects. Occasionally, these posts prove really popular. Other times, I’d be lucky if anyone apart from myself reads it at all. Such is life, I guess. First, an update on my longer-term projects.

Wheelchair Wars

This has now been fully critiqued. I am about to employ a successful author to read through it to see how it could be improved. I’m aiming for the stars.

Romance Short Stories

Critiqued, but I need to work through the suggestions and rewrite as appropriate. Hopefully, this will be significantly improved over the holidays

Pegasus

The first draft is complete; the next needs to go through the critique process.

Distant Love

First draft being written.

The blog itself is going quite well. Last year, it received 1,746 views. It’s looking like this year will be more like 2,746. Still, quite a way to go to become profitable, but moving in the right direction.

I have 2,700 followers on Bluesky. Hoping to get that up to the 5k range by next year.

Plenty of things planned for next year, and hopefully, see you there!