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Post by swemer on Sept 11, 2005 14:50:43 GMT -5
Thank you... I am sorry that I keep you waiting so long between chapters. But I cannot rush this...
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Post by swemer on Oct 3, 2005 12:46:27 GMT -5
I am sorry that it is taking so long. I've been busy with other things. But I promise that you'll have the next chapter within 2 weeks...
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Post by philip on Oct 3, 2005 15:57:02 GMT -5
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Post by swemer on Oct 3, 2005 17:32:42 GMT -5
Congrats PHILIP!
then you have little less than 400 posts to catch up to....
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Post by philip on Oct 4, 2005 10:55:32 GMT -5
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Post by swemer on Oct 4, 2005 12:51:31 GMT -5
No problem... You are welcome
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Post by swemer on Jan 13, 2006 20:41:26 GMT -5
Chapter X - Daybreak at Duxford
The sun had begun to rise over the airfield. It was one of those typical late English September mornings, with a cold and wet morning mist. The airfield mechanics had begun their work with preparing the planes for the day's mission. The planes stood like grey shapes in the mist, like big, deformed ravens. Men walked around the shapes, like ants. Although they where so many men out there, the scene was eerily quiet. The mechanics worked with a kind of silent routine that comes from years of working with the same task together. Three tired looking men came walking towards the hangars. The first rays of the sun hit the man in middle's red hair, and it looked like his head was on fire.
The man in the middle said: It is cold... I hope Biggles is okay...
Ginger didn't admit that he hadn't been able to sleep. But he could see that he was not the only one that had had a bad night. Both Algy and Bertie had bloodshot eyes and tired-looking faces, and Bertie who usually was joking and laughing was quiet as they walked towards the hangar furthest away from the briefing rooms and canteen. A dim light spilled out into the mist from the hangar. Inside two men were doing the last preparations on an silvery aircraft that looked a bit like a toad, with bulky domes of plexiglas in the nose, pontoons, and a landing gear that made it look as if it was sitting on the ground squatting, ready to make a jump.
- Is she ready for takeoff, Murphy, Algy asked one of the men.
- Yes she is ready, sir. We've done all the checkup, and filled her up. But where are your gunners?
- They couldn't spare us any. As you know, losses were huge yesterday. One of our bombers actually blew up right in front of me. Bloody Messerschmits! I sure hope that we'll not run into any trouble. Turning to Bertie and Ginger, Algy said; Okay chaps, lets get this toad into the air. Ginger, you take the radio, but be ready to switch over to the gunners seat. Bertie, you take the front dome. Keep a lookout for traces of Biggles, but keep an eye out for interceptors as well.
As the big plane started to move out of the hangar, and onto the runway, Ginger felt a twist of fear in his stomach. What would happen if a flight of Messerschmits spotted them? They would not be able to stand a chance without gunners.
He was awoken from his dismal daydream by the radio.
-RAF101! - Raymond, is that you? - Yes, just want to wish you luck. Take care out there - you are alone. - We'll be careful. - Well then, over and out. - Over and out.
The radio was dead again. He went back to his gloomy daydreams, as the plane climbed and took a southbound course.
To be continued--->
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Post by swemer on Apr 23, 2006 19:18:51 GMT -5
XI Eyes
Eranos sat on his throne, his eyes a color of grey. Maryna knew that color quite well. It was the color they got when he thought that everything was hopeless, but didn't want to admit it. But his eyes always gave away his thoughts. She could always tell from them if he was happy, sad, curious or angry. No one else in Atlantica but Eranos had that kind of eyes. She had even asked around in secrecy to try and find out the secret about his eyes. But no one in the whole kingdom could shed any light over the matter, and so she had dropped it, accepting the fact that the mystery would never be solved. She sat silent, thinking about this as Morabane, one of the leaders of the search party, entered the throne room and greeted them with a bow and a face that looked resigned.
-Your majesties, we have now searched all of the kingdom, and no trace of the princess has been found. We did however get a witness report that she had been heading out towards the ship-grave close to the border to the barbarians. We went to check it out, but found nothing...
Eranos, who had sat silent while the captain gave his report now flared up in anger. - Well, what are you standing here for then Captain. Go back O-U-T there and look again. She must be around those ships! And don't come back until you have some more information. Is that clear?!
Morabane did a salute and swam quickly out of the room, thankful that he hadn't been hit worse by the kings famous temper. If he had seen the kings face as he left the room, however, he might have felt more pity for him.
Eranos sat sunken together on the throne, and it looked as if he had aged into an old man in just five minutes. His eyes where now dark grey and seemed lifeless. He let out a heavy sigh.
- Do you think she has been kidnapped by the barbarians, she said to him in a worried voice.
- No, that would never happen...
- And how do you know that?! How can you say that she hasn't been kidnapped?! When you know that the barbarian border is out there!
- I just know, he said in a strangely calm voice, that made her lose her last bit of self control.
- How can you be so cold?!! It is YOUR daughter that is out there! I am going to go out there and look for her! And you don't dare to stop me!
She tried to swim away, but he lashed out and grabbed her hand with a surprisingly quick move.
- Come to your senses woman! I know she is not kidnapped! She can't be! - Let me GO! You are hurting me!
- I am not letting you go until you promise me that you wont leave this castle. If I lost you as well...
- But you don't seem to care at all at some times! How can you be so... She interrupted her self and sighed. Okay I promise not to leave the castle... I know that you are as worried as I am for our daughter... But I guess you are dealing with it differently. I am going to go to bed... I never got any sleep... I think you should go to bed too... You have to sleep...
- Okay I think that sounds like a good idea. I am feeling totally empty..., he said and failed to suffocate a yawn.
One hour later, Maryna slipped out of the bed where the king was snoring heavily. She moved quietly out of the castle and into the courtyard...
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Post by Kusanagi on May 1, 2006 5:12:24 GMT -5
I love this story ^_^ keep up the good work swemer
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Post by LuKkYaQuAgIrL on May 1, 2006 22:04:38 GMT -5
whoa! awesome story!!!! keep writing! i love it so far!
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Post by swemer on May 2, 2006 8:10:17 GMT -5
Glad you like it. Now writing on the next chapter. Completion 35%.
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Post by Kusanagi on May 2, 2006 9:21:28 GMT -5
keep up the good work swemer...
I hate being kept in suspence lol
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Post by swemer on May 2, 2006 18:24:02 GMT -5
It is because of my job. I work 5 pm to 10 pm every day. It is also a very physical demanding job so I am often tired when I get home. To tired to write or draw. I often only spend some time talking to Esme, and then I drop dead into bed. So I only have time to write once in a while. And I also have to think about what to write next, what direction the story should take, etc. I have like 3 different versions of the next chapter in my head and I have to sort them out before publishing them.
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Post by Kusanagi on May 3, 2006 9:19:01 GMT -5
okie dokie ^_^ cant wait
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Post by swemer on Jul 16, 2009 20:34:11 GMT -5
XII Fish n' chips?
As doctor Ouberkoppf started to push the blade down against her tail, she stopped struggling. - This is soon going to become painful he said in a playful voice laden with a thick German accent. I suggest you tell me what you and your pilot freund was doing at our abfluss rohren.
A cold calculating thought suddenly took form in her mind. The soldiers that had carried her into the room had taken off her medallion and put it on a small table beside her left hand. If she only could reach it she might be able to distract the doctor for awhile. Maybe long enough to get her tail lose from the strap holding it down. She stretched her fingers to the limit and managed to nudge the medallion a little.
The “doctor” had not seen. He was still busy trying to scare her into telling him things she could not tell him, since she didn't know anything about them. She tried again to reach the medallion and managed to get her middle finger into a loop of the chain. The chain slide over the table with a faint rattling sound and a sigh of relief passed over her lips as she got a good hold of the medallion. Next problem was to get it open. She started to fiddle with the lock, and managed, with the help of her teeth to get it open just as a sharp pain started to spread in her tail. She cried out, and the doctor turned to look at her, saw the medallion, or rather the scene of Atlantica that projected from it. The radiance from the medallion reflected into his glasses, and seemed to bring out every wrinkle in his evil face. He took a stride over and pried the medallion from her hand, she did not struggle against this, and he got it easily from her. He licked his lips and his eyes became vacant as he stared into the projection. He continued to stare and walked up to a stainless bench, that was turned so he had the back towards her and the door. Just when she was beginning to struggle to get free, the door opened quietly and a soldier stepped into the room. He looked at Myrrhia and made a hysshing gesture with his left hand. His other held some kind of heavy metallic object in a firm grip. She realized it was a frying pan. He walked silently towards the doctor, sneaked up behind him and aimed a hard fast blow towards the back of the doctors head. A heavy thud and melodic bong sound was heard as the pan found its target. Ouberkoppf fell down like a sack of rotten apples...
While Myrrhia was being rescued by the soldier, that in fact was the soldier that Biggles had spoken to earlier, Biggles himself had been taken away to meet his old nemesis...
Biggles was unceremoniously pushed into the residence of Erich von Stalhein. He fell down on the carpet, and as he looked up from this to him much degrading position he saw two coldly amused blue eyes stare down at him...
-Ahh, ich sehe, Sie wissen, wie man beugen zu besiegen...
- Oh I mearly thought I saw a cockroach... But I see now that it is standing right before me... And a bloody big bugger it is at that...
-Charming wie eh und je ... If you are done with the pleasantries you maybe want to tell me how you got to know the location of this base. If you'll speak you might come out of this alive. If not... Well... We'll just see how you'll survive a jump out of an aeroplane without a parachute... As we speak one of my very good friends are taking apart your fishtailed friend...
-Myrrhia! What in the bloody blases have you done to her!
- Oh lets just say she wouldn't tell us about how you got to know the location of this place... So I had to
persuade her... And now I see I might persuade you with her as well... Sag mir, wie Sie wissen diesen FAZILITÄT!! He suddenly screamed and put one of his boots down on Biggles cheek. TELL ME HOW YOU KNEW ABOUT THE INFLOW PIPES! The only access from the sea!
Biggles suddenly knew that Erich said to much... He also knew that if Erich had said too much once he reveal more if Biggles could deliver a somewhat plausible fairytale... So he began his story...
TO BE CONTINUED--->
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Post by fathomsbelow on Jul 17, 2009 15:21:12 GMT -5
This story is really interesting and exciting . Myrhhia is just like Melody and Ariel, and Biggles sounds really cool too. I'll have to see if I can find any books about him at the library.
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