A little 80's nostalgia, for Ryk Spoor

BLACK SCREEN

S/FX: The old tinny Starfighter video game opening music.

Centauri: (v/o) Greetings, Starfighter. You have been recruited by the Star League, to defend the Frontier against Xur, and the Kodan Armada. Get ready. Prepare for blastoff!

( Some things should remain in the past )

 “Zoo Adam-121 Zoo Adam-12!” Clawhauser’s anxious voice came over the radio, “ Predator gone savage, female adult tiger. Address 312 Amazon Drive, Rainforest District! One bunny reported eaten !”

“Acknowledged, Central!” Judy called back. “Zoo Adam-12 enroute, ETA three minutes!” She hit the accelerator and the cruiser zoomed through traffic, siren ( Read more... )

 Judy was just turning the corner into the financial district when she heard Nick cry out, “ Aw, no.”

“What’s up?” she asked, starting to slow down.

“Giraffe with the sign, on my right.” Nick pointed to an elderly looking giraffe standing on the sidewalk, maybe in his sixties, dressed in ragged looking, faded green fatigue pants and jacket. In his ( Read more... )

 Tundra Town, Icepick Eatery, 1 AM

“That’s a particularly forlorn look you’ve got there, Officer Wilde,” Judy teased, coming back with her coffee refill to the booth she and Nick had staked out in the corner of the all night diner.

Nick looked up at her, his chin resting on his folded arms, in front of the remains of a plate of pancakes and toast ( Read more... )

 Zoo Adam-12, we’ve got a Code 237-D, Savannah Central , Clawhauser reported over the radio. The big cheetah sounded apologetic, Sorry guys, look like it’s in your apartment building, the Grand Pangolin Arms.

“Acknowledged, Grand Pangolin Arms,” Judy called back.

“Aw, shit,” Nick muttered. “I hate, hate, hate these kind of calls.”

“Tell me about it ( Read more... )

 Zoo Adam-12, Code 594, Clawhauser reported. Monster mash in Little Rodentia.

“Confirm, code 594, Little Rodentia. We’re on our way,” Nick replied, bringing up the lights and turning at the next intersection.

“Code 594 is Malicious Mischief,” Judy said, ears perking up as they zoomed down the street. “But what’s a ‘monster mash?’”

“If you’d grown ( Read more... )

 “Zoo-Adam 12, 10-20 at the corner of Antelope and River Ford. Looks like an SUV and a compact,” Clawhauser’s voice came over the radio. “One driver reported to be having difficulty communicating with bystanders.”

“This is Zoo-Adam 12. Acknowledge, accident at Antelope and River Ford. We’re on our way,” Judy said. She flipped on their cruiser’s ( Read more... )

Revenge of the Winter Warlock

“Good job, team! Good job, Rudolph!” Santa cried out heartily, as his sleigh glided into the workshop. Another Christmas was done, though it had been a near thing with that blasted snowstorm. If it hadn’t been for that kid with the red nose his sleigh would never had made it.

“Thanks, Santa!” Rudolph called back, ( Read more... )

“Robert darling, so good to you again,’ E greeted waving the heavyset super into her living room. The massive Art Deco statue Prometheus Ascendant towered over them both as the tiny metahuman fashion designer sat him in a chair.

“What brings you here today?” she demanded, continuing before he could get a word in. “Another patch job? I have upgrades ( Read more... )

LOG ENTRY
MISSION DAY 701

You’d think after a year and a half of talking to myself I’d be ready to shut the fuck up, but nope. Turns out that the shrinks at NASA want me to keep a running log of my “reintegration experiences” now that I’m back on the Ares with honest to God other human beings to talk to. Apparently there were “some concerns” after ( Read more... )