Morning exercise and teaser. Because, as you know October and all that... Captain Ross winced as he heard the shot. They were trapped, dead men. An hour ago they had collided with something as they breached the thermocline. What it was, Ross did not know. A whale? Some piece of debris from an earlier wreck? In any event, the leak and fire had killed most of his crew and sent HMS Revenge to the ocean floor. They had struggled for hours to effect repairs, till long, long after it was clear that they were doomed. Grimly, Ross had handed out pistols from the armoury to the fifteen survivors. He had given no orders, there was no need. The men had just nodded and taken the weapons, one by one. Ross looked down at the weapon. Slow or fast? Did it really matter? Now? He thought of Joan. What would she think if he, no, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. He looked at the pistol beside him and picked it up. “I’m already dead,” he said. “That’s right you are. So do yourself a favour...
What did a battleship do? Or a cruiser or a destroyer? Learning interesting things to not sound like a nong when using those words. For those interested here is the cliff notes version. A cruiser is your basic 'workhorse' warship. It does the commerce raiding, escorting and is the backbone of your fleet. They need to be a mix of speed, endurance and firepower. A Battleship by contrast is all about the big guns and bringing them to dominate a naval battle. Big guns, armour to withstand said guns and a measure of speed to get anywhere useful made Battleships very expensive. This made committing them a chancy thing at best as they were a lot of eggs in one basket. By contrast, a Destroyer is a specialist warship. Originally short for torpedo-destroyer, it was a platform for bringing the then-new weapons to the battlefield. Later, they filled other specialist roles such as anti-submarine or anti-aircraft roles. So what does this mean in your typical Space-Opera? Ideally, we want ...
Huzzah! Off on a new journey. This one is being a writer. So to start let's kick-off with the intro to a world not so different from our own. Vampire Lord of Kumeu I should have known something was wrong when I awoke. Normally Jeremy is there with the newspaper and an amusing anecdote. He'll mention something odd that happened in the world at large, recount some man bites dog story that the Herald would never cover or announce that today was Nikolai Tesla's birthday. This evening however there was no amusing witticism, no paper. No Jeremy. It was a break in my routine. Routine is important to me. Without routines, I would be hopelessly adrift in my mind. I wouldn't know whether it was bum or breakfast time. Not that I eat breakfast or use a toilet of course. In fact, I don't think I've ever used a toilet in the sense that you understand them. I don't think it's severely inconvenienced me, just one of those little things that Jeremy should be telling ...
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