Badger has started a new story. Excitings. Intended to be a SciFi serial, this is the first time she has written a SciFi, and in the first person. Therefore the first episode, entitled “Pilot” of The Crew Chronicles will be available to read in instalments here, in Story Corner and on an App called Wattpad, for those of you who do apps. When Pilot is complete it will also be released for free on other ebook readers. If it turns out to be popular then the series will continue. As always feedback is welcome. feel free to post a comment below. And, Enjoy!
Humans are not nice. as a race they are aggressive, judgemental and fearful of what they don’t understand.
When Earth was low low on resources the “Aliens”, as they referred to them, (those beings who had been observing the Earth) made themselves known. Why they thought a race of beings who systematically destroyed their own planet, ripping apart its natural resources and raping its land would be receptive to help from a more advanced race is beyond me really. They blame the aliens for the subsequent destruction of their planet, but in fact it was them. The nuclear bombs they used made the entire planet uninhabitable for hundreds of years, so they aliens took them with them, on ships. Even then they did not see it as a rescue, they saw it as enslavement and attempted to rebel. The ridiculous thing is, in space there is absolutely no-where to go.
Now there is a tenuous peace. Mostly they avoid one another. Apart from us. We have found a sort of strange unity, working together, travelling from port to port, like a cruise ship, only without the hygiene, or the postal service, and without the crazies (mostly).
So, you may have noticed that I have given you a brief history (I skipped the boring bits) about they humans and the aliens, and I bet you’re wondering which am I. Well, that is you all over. Desperate to put labels on everything, never happy unless something fits into a nice little box. Well, I am just not a box kinda guy, I guess. My mother was human, my father, well, wasn’t. Not that I ever met him. I go simply on the very distinctive DNA he left me with, along with a lack of gender. I am the modern day version of a mule. It doesn’t bother me you understand. But it seems to bother everyone else. So, if I make you uncomfortable I guess that’s your problem, you don’t have to read this, do you?
Anyway, today started much like any other. We pulled into Aquarious station plenty early enough to restock and check out some action. I’m a bit of a gambler. Poker is one of the main things that the humans insisted on taking with them when they left Earth. Probably because they are greedy. There is usually a high stakes table lurking somewhere around these places so whilst the rest of the crew head out to restock or find work I hunt for somewhere to refill my purse. Did I mention I always win? It’s something I inherited from my father, part from the strange purple tinge. Jeeze, there’s no need to stare. So, I am eyeing down this grizzly looking bastard, serious stubble, no front teeth, not sure even a mother could love that face. He has intimidated his way into the final round. Most guys on the table folder cos he frowned at them. I don’t scare so easy. You don’t go through life looking like me without learning how to take care of yourself. Anyway, I can see from his smug expression that he thinks he’s got me beat. I can also see from the reflection in his eyes that he don’t. My vision is, er, acute, and it ain’t cheating. Just makes me luckier than others is all.
So, I can tell that whilst this jerk off is at the table the stakes ain’t gunna get any higher, as everyone’s scared of him, so I take a chance and go all in with my already considerable winnings.
“Look’s like you’re out of luck, Pal,” I taunted him, knowing that he would rise to the bait. “What you got in front of you there ain’t gunna see me.”
“This will!” Angrily he slammed a black leather bag down on the table. “That’ll match you!”
“Fine,” I said. “Let’s get this over with. What have you got?”
Sufficient to say he was not impressed to see my hand. The table was flung over scattering the chips and the cards over the floor as the ugly beast thundered towards me.
“You cheated!” he fumed.
“Come on, Pal. Don’t be a sore loser,” I offered, drawing my retractable staff from my sleeve and assuming a defensive stance. Like I said, you don’t grow up looking like me without learning a thing or two. I am quite slight, and lithe, both traits which serve me well when fending off attacks from lumbering oafs such as thins one. That combined with my skill with a staff meant that this idiot was soon on his back and unconscious.
“Well, it’s been a blast, fellas,” I said to the rest of the game as I gathered up my winnings and the mysterious black bag. “But I really gotta rejoin my crew now.”
* * *
“Got some work?” I asked Hank as I found him on the promenade.
“Couple of students looking to go on a field trip to the third moon of Gallery, reckon the fauna there is second to none.”
“So are the whore houses,” I observed.
“Well as long as they pay travel. Reckon we can pick up some quality gear there too, so will be worth the trip.”
“Well, everyday is an adventure anyhow,” I philosophised slinging my loot proudly over my shoulder.
“What you got there?”
“Played me some poker.”
“Nice. What’s in the bag?”
“Dunno. Look when I get back to the ship. Won it off Big Ugly so better be good.”
“You know, you would get us all in considerably less trouble if you looked into the bag before bringing it on board, at least once in a while.” Hank smiled dryly.
“Hey you!” a voice bellowed from across the promenade. “Where did you get that bag?”
“You see?” Hank said exasperatedly, pulling his gun and turning in the direction of the voice. “Who’s asking?”
“This is not your fight, Human. This is between us and the inbred!”
Inbred is one of the nicer things I have been called, but I knew it would rile Hank. Ever since we were kids it’s annoyed him when people have called me names.
Whilst in their ignorance and “us and them” mentality humans tend to refer to all aliens as “aliens”, there are many different species. These two were of the nastier looking variety, with hard scaly skin like a rhino and hook claws that look like they could do some serious damage. I don’t fancy Hank’s chances.
“Don’t call him that!” Hank had drawn his baton now too.
“Hey…” I tried to calm the situation. “We don’t want any trouble. I won this bag in a poker game. I’m sure we can come to an arrangement if you want it so badly.”
“How about, you give us the bag, and we don’t kill you? How’s that for an arrangement?” They advanced menacingly.
“I don’t really like that arrangement,” Hank was grinning broadly now. A thousand watts of electricity surged through the body of one of our assailants leaving him twitching on the ground. The other turned sharply to see the tall, well muscled marine standing over the body of his colleague.
“Cross!” he gasped.
“I see my reputation precedes me. So, you have a choice. you can either run away, or end up twitting in a pool of your own piss like your friend there.”
He chose the former.
“Honestly, I can’t take you two anywhere. What did you do this time?”
“Nothing,” Hank looked at his feet sheepishly.
“I won this bag in a poker game, they want it. I don’t know why.” I explained.
“Don’t you know what’s in it?”
“Haven’t looked yet.”
“Of course you haven’t. We’ll look when we get back to the ship. Come on.”
“Yes Mum,” we said simultaneously.
This was the first chapter in a new SciFi Serial by C H Clepitt. Find out more about Badger’s other writings by checking out Badger’s Books. And to keep up to date with the next instalment follow is on Facebook and Twitter by following the link in the top right of the screen.