Posts Tagged ‘Royal Offworld Navy’

  1. RON Episodes 8 & 9

    15 September, 2010 by Alexa Chipman

    One of the things RON will be covering is possible solutions to various “history mysteries”— in this case the Carroll A. Deering. While the practical story is that there was a mutiny and for some reason the mutineers decided to abandon her, in this case a more fanciful version plays into the RON story.

    They come across the Deering drifting in space (for precedence please go watch Doctor Who). I won’t spoil the surprise, but let us just say 1. the mystery is solved and 2. seriously don’t go aboard the Deering if you see her. I also used the opportunity to begin showing that Pendennis is beginning to hear ships— something that plays out later.

    Excerpt:

    The Deering responded ominously as Pendennis gingerly stepped off the shuttle and onto her planked deck. He half expected the wood to dematerialize if he put any weight on it; the old deck merely creaked in response. His heavily weighted boots made it difficult to walk, although he was glad bulky spacesuits had been replaced with a light belt producing a personal shield and miniature atmosphere. They were only good for a few hours, but that was plenty of time for most spacewalks.

    Lydia had insisted upon accompanying the team, and rested her hands gently on one of the masts.

    “Anything?” Pendennis asked.

    “The ship is not here…” she breathed.

    “Yes it is, we’re standing on it,” he tried to stamp a foot for emphasis, but by the time he’d managed to pry his foot off the deck it seemed pointless.

    “She is divided— separated. I feel a consciousness that is shorn.”

    Lydia was not making any sense, so Pendennis headed for the great cabin. It was set for an elaborate meal— plates, knives and even some main dishes.

    “Sir,” one of the marines spoke up, “there’s no gravity— why is everything still on the table?” The ship creaked again sending a shiver through Penn’s body. He could feel a presence in the cabin with them— angry and afraid. To show such feelings did not affect him, he boldly walked into the galley. The rest of the food was sitting partly prepared— bread with a few slices cut off, vegetables half chopped. Like the cabin, some sort of internal gravity appeared to be at work. He flashed his torch into the cupboards— nothing seemed to be out of place.

    This episode introduces our main villain of the series— hinted at in an earlier episode. We finally meet the formidable rebel Welsh ship. Pendennis’ ability to speak with ships has grown to the point where she nearly takes over his mind.

    We also hear hints that the ship herself was instrumental in bringing the rebels together. She plays a cat-and-mouse game with Lydia before disappearing once more. She is a bit busy trying to defeat the natives of the planet Cymru, so Lydia is only a game at present.

    Excerpt:

    Pendennis lay wide awake in his rack, straining for any sense of the other ship. When he finally fell into a fitful sleep, the presence came again. He seemed to see a figure in the distance, robed in green with fiery dark eyes and black curling hair blowing in an unseen wind sending the silks of her medieval gown swirling around her. They seemed to be in the great hall of a castle bedecked with red and gold banners.

    “You see me,” she commented, then laughed. He knew that laugh— the rebel ship.

    “Why are you helping them?” he started forward, “they stole you out of spacedock!”

    “Dear boy, dear foolish English boy,” she tossed her head back and forth as tiny golden bangles tinkled along her headdress, “they did not steal me. I called them to come.”

    A crackling announcement over the loudspeaker sent Pendennis awake. Sweat dripped off his forehead— was the encounter real, or merely a fantasy concocted by his subconscious?

    After several uneventful hours on duty, another hit sent Lydia shuddering and creaking in agony. The other ship, aware that she could be sensed, had been even more careful to mask her presence. The attack took Lydia completely aback. The hull plating obsorbed most of the blow, but the unexpected guerrilla-like tactics were taking their toll on the morale of the crew. They were used to having plenty of warning when new contacts arrived— the idea that a hostile ship could come out of nowhere whenever it pleased was less than comforting.


  2. RON Episode 7 “Collano”

    8 September, 2010 by Alexa Chipman

    I’ve been rereading Plato’s Apology recently, and I let it seep through into RON. I also wanted to bring back the Dryadians so we could learn a little more about them (they were the recycle happy aliens from HMS Lydia series 2). Basically Lydia comes across the corpse of a Dryadian floating through space, and Pendennis accidentally has a part of its consciousness transferred into his own mind and begins acting strangely and eventually accidentally starting a revolution.

    I also incorporated part of a dream I had last night about some open fields of mustard knee-deep, although that became a lawn dotted with wildflowers. I hope to bring the Dryadians back later as well. I’ve had feedback from two people requesting more info on the various aliens Lydia has encountered so I hope to do that in future!

    Excerpt

    Pendennis gazed into what was once the creature’s eyes and thought he could still see a sadness there. A glint of metal peeped through a group of twigs which could have been a hand and he leaned over to gently touch it. He was always more able to connect with alien life than the rest of the crew, and he knew somehow that the tree had suffered before his death. As Penn’s fingers wrapped around the silver ring it sprang to life, sending a shockwave through Pendennis. The doc was busy examining other parts of the corpse and did not notice a streaming light that had enveloped the Comm officer.

    The room spun round for a moment, and Penn took hold of a bit of piping to steady himself. He headed for the galley— it was probably merely because he had not eaten anything for most of the day. That always happened when he was caught up in a translation.

    He could hear chef shouting to an unfortunate galley crewman who had ruined her carrots, and decided not to brave a special order. Instead he quietly sidled by and swiped some biscuits and a cupper. His head still felt off somehow, and he heard strange words. Several times he saw a flash of memory from what appeared to be living woods.


  3. RON – Episode 6 “Hacked”

    7 September, 2010 by Alexa Chipman

    Finally got off work long enough to do some writing! Whew! I started out with a concept of doing a play on an Easter Island myth but what ended up coming out was a rant against the hacks that Ilane has suffered under recently. I say rant, but it was more of a subconscious outburst of anger… okay that didn’t sound right either. Basically the hacking storyline pushed its way into the episode and I decided to give in and go with it.

    As a result what we ended up with was an interesting character piece with insight into Lydia herself when Penn enters her world via a neural interface. Although not explicitly stated, it shows that Lydia has been having trouble recently with her own life because of the loss of Fitzgerald. She’s shut people out and also become softened herself alone in there with her grief. When Penn bursts his way into her world in an attempt to save her she realizes that she isn’t alone and can once more become the ship she was when we first met her before Fitzgerald died.

    I had hoped to touch on the storyline a bit later, but that’s how it worked out. As I said, none of it was planned. Sometimes characters just grab you by the wrist and demand their story be told. So blame Lydia, not me.

    Excerpt:

    “Where are you?” he shouted, turning around in the virtual world. She lay shivering in darkness, fading in and out of existence. He rushed to her, pulling her close. The shifting world of code and blackness dissipated and he found himself holding her in a large crowd. Grotesque faces surrounded them— monsterlike insect creatures devouring their way toward her. Instinctively, Penn loosened his sidearm, but what good could it do here? They were virtual— probably representations from Lydia’s own mind of what the virus was like. He glanced back at her hovering form, bathed with blood and tears as her terrified eyes looked up at him. He realized what he had to do.

    “Who are you?” he asked calmly, trying to ignore the clucking and slithering noises surrounding them.

    “Lydia.”

    “What are you?”

    “A ship,” she sobbed.

    “Wrong,” Malcolm pulled out his gun and handed it toward her, “you are a warship. What is your duty?”

    “To protect the crew and England.”

    Penn looked her straight in the eyes— only she was truly in the ship’s computer and could defeat the virus. Something in her face hardened. She cocked the gun and fired. An insect-creature exploded right before reaching her. With firm precision she took out the next one. Upon seeing their weakness, she dropped the weapon and began hand-fighting her way through the mob— ruthlessly knocking them down and out. Penn followed as they fled through a door. Lydia slammed it shut, there was a series of otherworldly shrieks, then silence. Grimly she looked over at the young officer, “you are right. I had forgotten who I was. Do not let me forget again.”