The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XVIII

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XVIII

Seventeen Tarbos “Sandy, would you look at this?” Sandy Gutierrez had been doing casual duty helping her Vice President husband with note-taking and keeping track of his schedule of committee meetings, working breakfasts, and the various other functions taking place...

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XVIII

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XVI

Fifteen High orbit over Tarbos The Cachalot’s Captain was not happy. “Say again, Tarbos Ground,” she barked into the wand mike on her command console. “Permission to leave orbit is denied.  You are to remain in your parking orbit until released by Tarbos Ground...

Semi-notorious local political gadfly and general pain in the ass. I’m firmly convinced that the Earth and all its inhabitants were placed here for my personal amusement and entertainment, and I comport myself accordingly. Vote Animal/STEVE SMITH 2028!

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part VII 

Six The Star of Carolina, in transit “Did you ever imagine anything like it?” One of the Star of Carolina’s outstanding features was its observation bubble, a large poly-steel blister on the outer hull that offered a slowly rotating view of space – or, in this case,...

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part V 

Four High Earth Orbit An enormous disk of a ship coasted slowly towards high Earth orbit.  A slight glow of a Gellar drive under one-quarter power slowly edged the enormous disk into the parking orbit recently vacated by the passenger liner Star of Carolina, just...