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Wheelchair Wars: First Tark Encounters – Etreides 451

A cinematic science-fiction illustration inspired by a tense military interview about Etreides 451: a vast alien planet under Imperial militarization, an ominous chain of distant colony worlds going dark, heavily armed futuristic forces preparing for an unknown threat, and a bleak monumental command outpost beneath a dramatic star-filled sky. Dark, serious, atmospheric, mysterious, epic scale, detailed concept art, no text, no logos, no recognizable existing franchises.

The following is a further transcript submitted by the ISS. It is from an interview with Supreme General Malthus Oppenheimer in 75823 EY.

Agent: Thank you for meeting me. The Service believes that the information you provide will prove invaluable to the Empire.

General: Anything for the glory of The Emperor.

Agent: Please begin from the start.

General: I was assigned to planet Etreides 451 to protect what was envisaged to be a rapidly expanding part of the Empire. Colony ships had been set to many of its surrounding systems. All seemed to be going well at first, and each colony ship gave an update every few years. Then, the most distant stopped. This can happen. Perhaps due to faulty equipment or a local disease that wipes everyone out.

Agent: And when did you become aware that it was something more than that?

General: When over a number of years communications stopped abruptly from two further colonies. A sequence leading to Etreides 451 had formed.

Agent: What action did you take?

General: I invoked Imperial Decree Number Five, of course!

Agent: Indeed General. But for people who will review this interview in future, perhaps tens of thousands of years in the future, please detail what this involved.

General: All resources are transferred to the militarization of the planet. The Governor became subordinate to my command.

(To be continued)

Wheelchair Wars: First Tark Encounters P3

A cinematic science-fiction horror illustration for a short story titled “Wheelchair Wars: First Tark Encounters P3”: an isolated alien camp at dawn on a distant planet, strange lights descending in the far background, a tense survivor watching from concealment, and several tall humanoid reptilian creatures with thick grey skin forming a menacing circle around the camp. Ominous atmosphere, dramatic blue-grey light, dust and mist, cinematic composition, suspenseful and non-graphic, no text, no gore.

Agent: Then what?

AC: Life carried on. On the third day everything changed. It was early morning. The first thing to hit me was the noise. Then I saw lights that seemed to land in the distance. All hell broke lose in the camp. There was much chatter but then they went back to their routine. I decided to wait where I was.

About two hours the monsters appeared without warning. They had formed a circle around the camp. It was..

Agent: Take a moment. Then continue.

AC: They were humanoid in form, at least six foot, but their skin was thick and grey like that of a lizard. No attempt at communication. They just set about tearing each person apart with their teeth, usually starting with their faces. It was all over quickly, but then settled down to eat the remainder.

Agent: Did they notice you?

AC: No. I could watch no more and fled. I came across our ship. Honestly, what are the odds? I inputted the coordinates for the Empire and here I am. They must be stopped.

Agent: Your testimony has been noted and will be archived appropriately. By your own admission, you are a traitor to the Emperor and you will now receive punishment under Edict 671 (a).

AC: No. Please don’t. Not after everything.

Wheelchair Wars: First Tark Encounters P2

A cinematic science-fiction illustration inspired by the short story “Wheelchair Wars: First Tark Encounters P2”: a tropical alien planet with dense swamps surrounding a rare dry settlement, a small human colony of about three hundred survivors, and a tense sense of isolation and difficult first encounters. Dramatic atmospheric lighting, literary sci-fi cover-art composition, detailed environment, no text, no logos.

AC: Yes, that’s correct. All we’d to do was show up.

Agent: Tell me about the planet.

AC: It was tropical. Our settlement was in one of the rare expanses not covered by swamps. There was about three hundred of us. Thinking back, we were so happy to finally leave that ship.

We found local edible plants and brought grain and pea seeds. But life was hard in the heat. And the local fauna proved difficult too. Our leader, sympathetic at first, grew increasingly erratic and demanding.

Agent: In what way?

AC: It started with requests to spend more time working and listening to his sermons. By the end, every second moment was either working or listening to him proselytizing. Then he wanted turns with each of the women, even some of the younger ones. That was when the first instance of dissent occurred. They were banished. Never heard from again. One day, he got in the ship and left us, before returning hours later.

Agent: Tell me about the monsters.

AC: Eventually, I could take no more. Told him to shove his sermons. Well, I was thrown out. What they didn’t know, was that I’m somewhat of a survival specialist. I climbed one of the trees near the settlement and made a little hut up in the sky.

To be continued.

Wheelchair Wars: First Tark Encounters P1

A cinematic science-fiction illustration for a story titled “Wheelchair Wars: First Tark Encounters.” Depict a tense first-contact interview in a dim Imperial interrogation room: a human man named Alan Chirac seated in a wheelchair on one side of a metal table, facing a stern Imperial Secret Service interviewer, with a subtle holographic star map of the distant Tark World T456782 and the planet Gaia glowing in the background. Add hints of an underground religious movement: a mysterious figure in a white robe with long black hair appearing on a poster or holographic projection, watched by curious followers in a shadowy tavern. Atmosphere of authoritarian space empire, forbidden belief, conspiracy, and impending danger. Detailed, moody, realistic cinematic concept art, deep blue and charcoal tones with warm amber light, no readable text, no logos.

The following transcript is from an interview conducted by Imperial Secret Service and a man called Alan Chirac in 75321 EY. It is the first documented encounter between humans and Tarks. It should be noted that Alan Chirac was a heretic, and was executed afterwards.

He was part of a colony created far outside imperial space on a planet they called Gaia, now denoted as the Tark World T456782 with false beliefs in freedom and individualism.

Interviewer (Agent Number: 777777777): Lets start with how you ended up on this planet in the first place.

AC: I’m from the planet Vesuvious, the capital city Dubba in particular. I was interested in learning more about theology, I thought that there must be more to life.

Agent: More to life than the Emperor?

AC: Yes, and I’m not expecting you to understand. I saw a poster for a man called Hen Hui. It posed a series of questions such as –

Do you long for something more?

Do you feel worthless at times

Do you wish you were more confident?

It all seemed so innocuous at first. There was a date and time for a meeting in a tavern. I went out of curiosity as much as anything.

About eight people showed up, mostly women in their twenties. Being about thirty myself, this increased my increased.

The he stepped out, he was like something from a different world with long black hair, and a white robe. He had these big, brown eyes. They just swept you in. I went week after week then. The crowd grew bigger and bigger.

Interviewer: And why go to this planet?

AC: Local enforcement officers started breaking up our meetings. He said that we needed to find somewhere free of the Emperor. That the Universe was huge. He had a ship and would we go with him to the Promised Land? Most of us said yes.

Agent: So he chose the planet to go to?

(To be continued)

Wheelchair Wars: Appendum

A cinematic science-fiction archival illustration for a novel appendix: an imposing sapient bipedal reptilian warrior resembling a Komodo dragon stands on the alien world Tarkonia, surrounded by ancient clan-world architecture and a vast starfield. The atmosphere is ominous and imperial, suggesting a classified Emperor's Archives dossier about a hostile enemy species. Include subtle hints of countless worlds and orbital warfare in the distant sky. Dramatic moonlight, muted bronze, deep red and black palette, highly detailed, serious literary sci-fi cover-art style. No text, no labels, no logos.

Hi guys, this is an extract of the appendum I’m thing of putting at the end of the novel. Any thoughts?

You have been granted privileged, exclusive access to the Emperor’s Archives on the planet Libricus. A world of one billion subjects filled with records of the Empire. Care must be always taken with these sensitive materials.

The material in the archives may contain passages that contain chaotic thoughts. These should be treated with caution and must not be repeated to the general populace.

Long Live the Emperor!

The Tarks

Status: Hostile – Enemy of the Empire. To be Eliminated.

Homeworld: Tarkonia

Number of systems: Exact number unknown but estimated to be in the region of four million.

Biology: The closest similar creature in the Empire is the Komodo Dragon on Earth. A sapient bipedal reptilian species. Reproduction is through internal fertilization and waterproof amniotic eggs.

The eggs are usua

Politics: No overall government. Instead, each world is a clan world. Kin is everything. They may join at times; nit it will only be a matter of time before the alliance fractures.

Armies: Excellent Warriors with elite weaponry, never surrenders. Little care for their wounded, considered shameful to return mutilated from the battlefield.

Weakness: Lack coordinated action on a grand scale. Their eggs are very vulnerable to destruction from orbital fire.

Wheelchair Wars (Sisters of Revenge)

A dramatic sci-fi illustration of a group of fierce, armored women warriors standing in formation in a dark, burning medieval-futuristic city. The women wear ornate religious military armor with red and black color scheme, evoking both devotion and ruthlessness. The background shows the city of Nantes in flames, with smoke rising into a dystopian sky. The mood is dark, epic, and cinematic — reminiscent of a grimdark future empire.

The following except is from the historian Axel Macron book “The Beginning of the Empire” written in 125 EY –

In 3Y there was a rebellion against the Emperor in the city of Nantes in the province of France. Most of the Emperors Troops in the city had been sent to the African front to quell the last pocket of resistance on Earth.

It started like many such events innocuously. Global heating had led to the worst harvest in years in that part of the world. In a dispute over the price of bread, a young man was shot and killed.

Street protests broke out that after three days (or as recently decreed, time-cycles) led to anarchy. Anyone connected with the Emperor’s administration was hung or set alight.

An all-female army of devoted Troops from the island of Britain were dispatched. With religious zeal, they ended the rebellion, slaughtering much of the city as a warning to never again repeat what had happened.

Six ringleaders were identified, and their heads sent to the Emperor. Impressed by their devotion, the Emperor decreed the creation of the Sisters of Vengeance. Their mission to worship and further the will of the Emperor by all available means.

The first convent was created in Bristol, with the Sisters then spreading throughout Earth and the Empire.

Wheelchair Wars Addition Part 2

Two armored robots duel with glowing blue blades in an underground arena

Using the mind control on the battlechair, Timothy slashed his sword this way and thar through the airs. His anger unabated.

Audrey appeared, gaunt and ashen faced. “Let’s do this. It seems to be all you care about.”

She transferred into her battlechair and armed herself with a long sword like Timothy. They were not to be used for training, only real battles. Gasps went up around the hall. All the other teams stopped practicing.

Audrey drove toward Timothy and the sound of metal clashing reverberated through the air.

Timothy swerved this way and that, his entire being focus on the fight.

Driving forwards, he aimed for her torso. She parried and then parried again.

Her reactions slowed as adrenaline flowed through Timothy.

His sword swung once more and Audrey’s fell to the floor. He advanced and put his sword to her neck.

The terror in her eyes sent a tingling down his spine.

What am I doing?

He took a deep breath, and dropped the sword. “I’m sorry.”

Turning to the onlookers, he roared, “What are you looking at?”

They returned to what they were doing. When Timothy turned back, Audrey was gone.

Wheelchair Wars Addition Part 1

Shattered neon highway spiraling through outer space

This is an extra bit I’m thinking of adding to Wheelchair Wars. It’s after the Gargantuan battle.

The following time-cycles were filled with sorrow. Timothy was filled with an emptiness, each death replaying in his mind. He kept thinking that he had seen one of his fallen comrades, only to feel sick moments later with the realization he would never ever see any of them again. They were gone and would not be returning.

Still, he turned up for practice. All eyes fixated on one of the “heroes” that had killed a Gargantuan. Audrey did not appear, and with no new teammates allocated, he sparred alone with his shadow.

His dad had little to say except, “You should go to see her. She’s not leaving her room or eating.”

Timothy didn’t reply, instead staring into the distance.

I don’t feel like a hero. Or, that we won.

It was the fifth time-cycle, and Timothy found himself sparring alone again. His jaw clenched as rage boiled through his body.

He drove out of the hall, and towards Audrey’s room, knocking hard on her door.

Silence.

Knocking again he shouted, “I know you’re in there, Audrey.”

A weak, muffled voice replied. “What do you want? Leave me alone.”

With that, he departed to the hall.

“It’s time to practice. I expect to see you in the hall in five minutes. We won the battle, and I’ll not let you sully it.”

Pegasus (Part 92)

Futuristic spacecraft escaping a rocky explosion above an alien desert

Sunlight could finally be seen in front of the ship.

Derek gripped the controls. “We’re almost there”

Flashing red light appears in the cavern. “What the hell?” Derek asked.

Maeve clattered through the options in front of her. “It’s an emergency message. They are shutting down the base?”

Derek turns his head to face her. “Are they looking for us.

A pale Maeve replies, “I don’t know, maybe?”

Derek knows what he has to do. He fires the thrusters, accelerating the ship.

The opening begins to close. Maeve yells, “We’re not going to make it!”

With shaking hands, he accelerates the ship. Flashbacks of all that has happened whiz through his mind.

The gap is small now, and he steers the ship to its side. A second later, and the ship out. Back to freedom, and the dream for some more.

Cries of “Yay” come from Derek and Maeve. Large smiles impossible to contain.

The ship rose up above the clouds. “Where now?” Derek asks.

“Let’s keep to the plan. Back to Liverpool and the others.” Maeves taps away and brings up a holographic display of their current position, and their destination.

“Let’s rock,” Timothy roars, a mix of fear and excitement about what lies ahead.