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Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY
IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I
generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family
rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to
write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration
(quote, website, podcast, etc.) and then a thought or two that came to mind.
These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat,
irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if
anything comes of them.
SF Trope: The
rag-tag rebel army/fleet struggles valiantly to overthrow the Evil Empire (The
TV series FIREFLY used this trope to great effect!)
Current Event: http://metro.co.uk/2013/06/25/star-wars-actor-warwick-davis-id-love-to-be-a-villain-with-a-lightsaber-in-episode-7-3854887/
Zehra Borg bit her
lower lip, then remembered that it wasn’t exactly the most impressive look in
the world. Captain Fenwick was up front, trying to cut a deal with the
insectoid Krkrach swarm leader. They’d watched the entire classic movie,
DISTRICT 9 in order to get them ready for this.
Still, the things
were creepier than all get out – and she wasn’t helping to create a fearsome
Human image by biting her lip.
Beside her,
Warwick Yilmaz dug his elbow into her side, leaned over and whispered, “They
really do look like crickets on steroids!”
“That’s ‘allies’
to you, boy!”
He subsided and
grunted. They needed all the help they could get. The upper stratosphere of the
Empire was controlled entirely by Humans. There wasn’t a single alien in any
position higher than the Secretary of Inter-Species Affairs – and it’s job was
mostly ceremonial. The real decisions were made by the Human Director of
Inter-Species Affairs. The Secretary, while it certainly seemed to be an
intelligent snail-like being, didn’t seem overly smart. She sighed. That was
how she’d gotten involved in this whole rebellion.
From behind her, a
thorny creature known to Humans as an Athing, nudged her, nearly knocking her
off her feet. While most Athings were polite, philosophical if somewhat
long-winded beings, this one was rude, obnoxious – and seemed to be out to get
her goat.
Warwick saw what
Geffner – that’s what this one’s name (or title, she wasn’t sure) was – did. He
flushed red and balled his fists, muttering, “If the captain weren’t trying to
negotiate help...”
Geffner rumbled
something back and while none of them had their translator circuits tuned at
the moment, its intent was clear. Warwick murmured back, “You and what part of
the squad?”
Suddenly the
Captain turned around and snapped, “Geffner, Borg, Yilmaz and Kachuh’Gna –
forward!”
Zehra’s eyes
widened and she glanced at Warwick as she snapped to attention and went
forward. Geffner farted – an Athing’s response to unexpected stress. She wasn’t
exactly sure what Kachuh’Gna did, but the amorphous alien was suddenly resting
near the Captain, it’s pangolin-like pet seated on top of its pulsating blob of
a body.
Zehra and Warwick
stepped lively, though Warwick had to step faster than she did because his legs
were markedly shorter – he was from Human stock that had once been called
“midgets”. Kachuh’Gna was already there and after a moment of immobility,
Geffner had lumbered up to join them.
The Captain said,
“You four are going to be doing a solider exchange. We need to better
understand the Krkrach. You four are the best we have at adapting to
alternative life forms. So you’re going to live with the Swarm for the next
two months. You’re going to share your
ideas with each other and you’re going to make the integration of our two
forces go smoothly and without a hitch. The Flota
de Rebelde is planning an major incursion into Imperial space and we need
every advantage we can get – including a thorough understanding of our new
allies’ military and communication abilities.” She nodded to them, then turned
and bowed to the Head Cricket On Steroids...
Names: ♀ Turkey, Malta ; ♂ England, Turkey
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