Stories from the Shepherd Moon - Interviews 1

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Stories From The Shepherd Moon
by Bobbie Cabot
 
After The Storm: Interviews #1
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"To find a fault is easy; to do better may be difficult."
- Plutarch, Earth biographer, ambassador and magistrate, 1st Century Earth

"Before we blame we should first see whether we cannot excuse."
- Georg C. Lichtenberg, Earth scientist and writer, 18th Century Earth

"What do you know? Haven't you heard of suspension of disbelief?"
- Ed Wood, Earth screenwriter, producer, author and actor, 20th Century Earth

"Tasha, I just got dressed!"
- Prince Ren Tevann-Reshanii-Kerr, at the Great Plains Palace, Elyra, GY 9994

 

 


Following are excerpts from an interview by the Royal Elyran Broadcasting System, with Heir-Apparent Crown Princess Tasha Liaran-Kerr, Crown Princess Amelia Catherine Liaran-Kerr-Steele and her Excellency, Duchess Sahsha Marie Liaran-Kerr-Delyer, conducted after the events of the Seeker/Shepherd Moon Mission, and just before the inauguration of the new Elyran Republic.


It has been a while since the events of that first Seeker/Shepherd Moon mission, and a lot has happened since. But Mia, Sahsha and Princess Tasha weren't thinking of anything remotely related to that. They were in one of the interview rooms (Mia would have called it a studio) in the Royal Elyran Communications Institute in Tasha's home city, and they were currently standing around, waiting for the cameraman to do some color and light tests. The Princess was insistent that the people would always see her new family at their best. For the first family of the new Elyran Republic, image was important.

"Tasha, do I really need to wear this?" Mia asked as she fidgeted with the ornamental dress sword of her new royal squadron commander's uniform. The uniform reminded her of a formal man's morning coat, especially with the tails. Except for the royal blue color. And the blue waistcoat, ruffle cuffs and collar, and the tight-fitting white pants...

The princess herself wore a full set of a royal warrior's armor, including a full breastplate, vambraces, gauntlets, greaves and a short mail skirt. "Stop it, my love," Tasha said. "It is part of the uniform. Get used to it. Look at me." She gestured at her own sword.

"The difference," Mia said, "is that it looks good on you." She leaned down and gave the princess a kiss. Before it could progress any further, they were interrupted by Sahsha.

"Hey!" Sahsha exclaimed. She had taken to wearing her translator everywhere nowadays, and by now, Mia and Tasha were used to the odd double-sound of Sahsha's voice speaking simultaneously in Terran and Elyran.

She went to Tasha, hands on hips and huffed irritatedly. Tasha smiled in delight and turned to Sahsha, took the Terran diplomat's face in her hands and kissed her soundly on the lips.

After a while, Sahsha broke the kiss and tried to get her balance back. "Umm," Sahsha said, trying to catch her breath. "What was I saying?" Tasha and Mia laughed.

Tasha looked her up and down. "It's too bad you didn't choose to wear the clothes I selected for you. You would have looked beautiful. But your Earth Fleet uniform suits you. You look lovely... in an Earther sort of way."

Sahsha smiled and reached for Tasha's hand.

"Excuse me, ladies," the cameraman said, interrupting them.

"Apologies, lad," Tasha said. "Here she is." Tasha ushered Mia forward.

The taller woman stepped forward. "What should I do?" Mia asked in fluent Elyran.

"Just stand at ease, your highness," the cameraman said. "I just need to get some shots."

After Mia, the two others joined her and the cameraman continued calibrating his video equipment. Normally, he'd just adjust on the fly, but this was the crown princess and the Earther warrior. He didn't mind the little unnecessary make-work chore, if it'll put them at ease.

Other people bustled around them, fixing up the stage and adjusting overhead lights. The three of them sat down and enjoyed a few glasses of the tart-sweet Dixx wine that Mia and Sahsha loved, called kraahng. Kraahng this fresh had almost zero alcohol content, and they treated it like orange juice from back home.

When the cameraman signaled everything was ready, Jem, the planet's most famous video celebrity, came in, dressed in an outfit that Sahsha's mom might have said was a little too frou-frou for a grown man. But here in Elyra, that's how most men dress.

“’Good morning,’ ladies," Jem said.

"T'chahn," the three of them responded. Sahsha had to give the guy props for trying to put Mia and her at ease by looking up some English phrases. The familiarity by which he addressed them showed that he, too, was of royal lineage.

"So... have you seen the program before?"

The three of them looked at each other and embarrassedly shook their heads no - a gesture Elyrans and most humans had in common.

Jem giggled. "That's all right. Not too many like to watch interview shows. But now that we got you three here, I think they'll watch this episode!" He rubbed his hands together in excitement. "So let's get started!"

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"You know," Jem said, halfway through the interview, making sure that the camera got his good side, "many Elyrans are quite impressed with Earth technology." He showed them his wrist. "Look at this! I picked this up at the emporium just the other day. It's a genuine Earth timepiece called a Timex. Imagine - a clock on your wrist! And don't ask me how many crowns I had to pay for it."

Mia and Sahsha tried to stop themselves from smiling.

"But what most would like to hear about, I am sure, are those wonderful, umm, cellphones I think they're called. Too bad they aren't available for sale?" Jem's question was obvious.

"Umm, I'm sorry about that," Sahsha said through her translator. "But Earth Government has prohibited the distribution of devices with certain technologies. One of these proscribed technologies is called Phase-Wave. It's a bit like radio except it has unlimited range."

"Unlimited, my lady?"

Well, I can place a call to Earth if I wanted."

"Goodness!"

"Well," Mia said, "Humans didn’t used to have Phase-wave. It's a fairly new discovery."

"What did you use before?"

"Something called a Seren station."

"Tell me about these Seren stations."

"Well, just before Phase-Wave, there were five Seren stations in the Solar system at the time, whereas now there are none - Phase-Wave had made Seren transmitters obsolete, so they were retired. There was a sixth one being constructed near Saturn, but with the discovery of Phase-Wave, they abandoned the project. The Seren stations were on Venus, Phobos station on Mars, Neptune, Jupiter, and near Earth, of course.

"A Seren transmitter is really a kind of wormhole generator, but of a kind that allows matter to pass through. Normally, wormholes don't allow matter to pass through without collapsing, but this kind allows light and electromagnetic waves to go through. Even so, it gets... pinched off in a matter of nanoseconds. At least the collapse is predictable, and with no... unusual effects when it does. So Seren transmitters come in pairs - one on each end of the tunnel. Since the wormhole doesn't last long, the pair of transmitters need to be synchronized to a ridiculously precise level so the extraction of light pulses or electromagnetic waves can be coordinated properly, extracting the bits that get through and then properly reassembling them, sort of, as well as re-opening the hole to transmit the next bit.

"These transmitters allow near-instantaneous communication between the major planets - Earth, Mars, Venus, Jupiter and Neptune. Saturn had no station then, so they had to limp along with delayed communications.

"However, the stations were hellishly expensive to run, but commerce knows no boundaries: even if each used about five hundred exajoules of energy per Earth year to run, each colony was able to keep theirs running, even if they used eighty percent of their total planetary energy output. In the case of Earth, though, this was only twenty percent. And with Mars and its energy-poor ecosystem, they had to resort to extremely large and expensive solar farms, built specifically for that purpose; they didn't want to be left out in the cold like Saturn."

"Exajoule?" Jem asked.

"It's a scientific Earth unit of measure, for measuring large masses or amounts of energy."

"All right. I'll look it up later. Please continue. This is interesting stuff!"

"For the humans," Mia continued, "the good thing about the retirement of the Seren transmitters was that, after their retirement, Humans suddenly found themselves with a mind-boggling surplus energy capacity of about three thousand exajoules. Imagine an energy surplus of more than six times the total yearly energy output of old twenty-first century Earth. And with a present human population just fifteen percent the size of old Earth, I dare say, at the time of the Seeker Mission, we were probably the richest single race in the galaxy. This practically-unlimited energy surplus was how EarthForce (the current slang for the United Earth Defense Force) was able to construct a big, new fleet in less than a year.

"Anyway, even though Seren-based communications wasn't really instantaneous, it was almost instantaneous, and it improved our communications by a matter of more than a thousand-fold. Let me illustrate - the distance between Earth and Neptune is between 4.3 and 4.7 billion kilometers, right?"

Jem giggled. "I'll take your word for it."

Mia smiled at that. "That means a radio signal would take more than four and a half hours to travel from Triton to Earth, and for a Seren signal, it would take about twelve seconds. A vast improvement over conventional communications, but still not as good as Phase-Wave, which was really instantaneous."

"Those are human units of measure again. But don't let that stop you - we'll catch everyone up in post-production. Continue, please."

Mia nodded. "The powers that be on Earth have decided not to share Phase-Wave with our neighbors, but at least Earth did provide the Federation with detailed plans on how to build Seren transceivers... Although I hear no one wants to actually construct one because of the enormous power it would take to run it..."

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"You mentioned the present size of the Earth's population. I had heard that it was larger."

Tasha took up the discussion. "The Earth population? Yes, I heard. Ren's team..." Tasha choked on the name. Sudden tears came unbidden to her eyes. Sahsha leaned over and held her hand.

"Thank you, my love, I'm fine." Tasha shook herself of her momentary grief, and cleared her throat. "As I was saying, Ren's science team estimated the Human population to be forty-five billion... I don't know how much that is in Earther numbers. Mia?"

"Let me think," Mia said. "Let's see, that would be four point nine-six-six billion in Base Ten."

"Thank you, dear. Can you believe my wife? She's amazing. So, that means Ren was off by..."

"Over one thousand six hundred percent off... in base eight."

"Why was the prince so far off the mark?" Jem asked.

"Well," Tasha said, "he had made the erroneous assumption that the rest of the human planets were as densely populated as the mother world, which we now know they were not..."

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"... so you took command of the Seeker mission. I understand that, like in the Elyran navy, an Earth commander in charge of more than one ship would have a higher rank. I am told the appropriate rank for that would be a 'commodore'..."

"Truth be told, Jem, I was offered that," Mia answered, "but I declined. As a recently-drafted military man... I mean woman, I thought it would cause resentment. As it was, Beth had to be demoted, although temporarily, just so I could take command of her ship."

"Beth?"

"Elizabeth O'Connell," Sahsha replied. "She was the captain of the Seeker before Mia took command."

"My reason for going on the mission," Mia said, "was so that I could be part of First Contact. Benjamin..."

"That's Admiral Benjamin Silverman," Sahsha clarified again, "the head of our armed forces."

"That's right. Admiral Silverman insisted that I take command, and that would mean resentment from career military folks who would see me as an outsider butting in. The best compromise I could get with the admiral was a temporary posting as Seeker's captain, and an agreement with Captains Dupont and Okonkwo of the Constellation and the Hermes that Seeker would be the flagship for the mission."

"Temporary?"

"Well, it was supposed to be temporary. Little did I know..."

"How did Elizabeth O'Connell take it?"

"She didn't like it at first, but now she's become quite a close friend, actually," Sahsha said.

"Indeed," Tasha said. "In fact, she was our, what do you call it, Sahsha? She was the 'maid of honor' in our nuptial ceremony."

"'Wedding,' honey."

"Yes, 'wedding.'"

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"Since we've been talking about the Seeker," Jem said, "I'm sure a lot of people are curious about it. I've seen many pictures of her. I mean, who hasn't? It's the most famous spacecraft in the galaxy. I have to ask, though - why does it look so different from the other Earth battleships?"

Mia smiled. "Thank you for saying so, Jem. If ever they see this program, I'm sure Beth and the crew will appreciate it. Why is she different, you ask? Well, she's over fifty Earth years old. One of the oldest, in fact, still flying. She came from a time when there were no deflector shields yet, nor skyhooks..."

"Skyhooks?"

That's what we call geostationary orbital tethers. You have five of them here on Elyra."

"Ahh! The beanstalks!"

Mia smiled. "Yes, the beanstalks. So since they didn't have beanstalks then, all of their spaceships were designed to manage both flight in space and in Earth atmosphere, so resupply, cargo loading and maintenance can be done dirtside. But, nowadays, all of that can be done in space, thanks to the beanstalks. And when ships absolutely need to enter the atmosphere, like shuttles and other smaller ships need to, with deflectors to manage aerodynamic effects and more powerful engines, new Earth ships don't need to be streamlined nor use the atmosphere to assist in lift. This makes their construction faster and cheaper. They're just as functional, but a lot less good-looking."

"Yes. To be frank, Earth ships are as good-looking as, well, Dravidian cruisers... if you know what I mean..."

"Well, you'll be pleased to know, the new ships currently on the drawing board will look a lot more aesthetically pleasing."

"That's good to know. How about that thing, what Elyrans are calling Earth min-ku -"

"Min-ku?"

"That means 'lightning' in Elyran," Sahsha explained to Mia.

"How..."Jem was confused momentarily.

Sahsha pointed at her ear. "My translator," she said.

"Ahh!"

"Lightning..." Mia said. "You mean the inertia converters?"

"Is that what they are?"

"Our generators are able to convert inertia to radiant energy. That's the 'lightning,' I suppose you're referring to. There are enormous energies involved, but the conversion process limits the conversion to wavelengths in the visible spectrum. Otherwise, Earth ships would have the same effect as an x-ray pulsar, and would fry any object in the path of the generators' beams. There are differences, though. The new ships like the Constellation keep the conversion nearer the red wavelengths whereas Seeker's converters are less precise so her 'lightning' is white."

"You mentioned enormous energies?"

"Well, our system is able to manage it. There would just be more... lightning if there's more energy to convert, especially at the end of a long trip."

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"In the many engagements where Earthers were involved, we never saw them use atomics. Except that one time, of course. It seems odd."

"Well," Mia said, "Earth people do not like nuclear weapons. It took Earth a long time to recover from its nuclear war, and a lot of people died in that war. The race was almost wiped out. It's therefore not surprising that we don't like atomics... And, although Earth warships all carry nuclear weapons, only a direct order from the fleet admiral can authorize their use. Actually, most of EarthForce wondered the same thing about the Federation and Empire ships..."

"It's no surprise, really, my love," Tasha said. "Creation of the raw fuel for such weapons, and managing that fuel safely, makes atomic weapons quite expensive, therefore our spacecraft only carry two or four low-yield missiles, of types that could be mounted on small ships if need be. Like in my own Talon."

"Really," Mia said, looking at Tasha.

"Really," Jem said. "Most Elyrans know that."

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“You’ve never heard of the Millennium Falcon? … It’s the ship that made the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs.” - Han Solo, in Star Wars episode 4

"Good old George Lucas, sitting down and writing the script for the movie, makes the classic error of thinking that a light-year is a unit of time, has heard that a parsec is the same thing only more "futuristic", or equates the "sec" part with second (microsec-ond, kilosec-ond, parsec-ond? cool!), and so has Han boast about making a "run" (clearly a distance) in less than "12 parsecs" (clearly a time)." - Kalen, from everything2.com, April 2005

"Lucas may be something of a hack, but you have to give George Lucas credit for creating characters and scenarios that stay in that warm-and-fuzzy parts of your nostalgia forever." - webcomicoverlook.com, June 2011

   
Writing is a wondrous thing for me, for it allows me to think of the "what-ifs" as if they are real.  Truly, that's a wondrous thing, isn't it?  Especially for most of the people here in BCTS who are like me, where we find the world a lot less... perfect than "normal people."  It's doubly difficult especially if the "what-if" is so near but still out of reach.  In my mind, I see a Dickensian image of a little urchin boy looking through a store's display window, his nose pressed to the glass as he looks at the wonderful toys just beyond his reach, knowing he will never have them, or, more appropriate, and more contemporary, perhaps a Norman Rockwell-esque painting of a little girl in pigtails looking through a shop window, and imagining herself wearing the bright and pretty dresses on the other side, imagining herself wearing the clothes she knows she never will.

I suppose, when I write, I am like that little girl, and I suppose my writing is the closest I can come to trying on the clothes, or playing with the toys.  Reading others' writing is as good, I suppose, but for the fact that, if I were the one writing, I would have the opportunity to shape that which is written, and allow me to shape the world I want to see, and in that imaginary world, I can be as close to being that girl or boy, but this time I can truly get what I want.  Sometimes escapism is the only salve for the soul for those like me, and that imagination is the only weapon we have against despair.

Seems a shame, though that my imagination is found wanting.

Like any person, I am very affected by the comments of those around me.  Like any writer, I am so grateful that so many have said that thay liked what I wrote.  But, likewise, I am very sad when they do not.  It is an unfortunate fact of life that the good words of a hundred people are undone by one detracting comment.  I often find this human equation to be, well, counter-intuitive, yet, I find myself feeling that way often.  Wish I didn't.

To be fair, though, in this particular story, 100% of all those who have taken the trouble to write have had good words to say.  I am therefore perhaps being too egotistical to take the many comments about inaccuracies as badly as I do.  Perhaps a less neurotic person will take that in stride, but I am riddled with neuroses, so how can I hope to be level-headed?

I am not a scientist, and I guess my nerd credentials aren't up-to-date anymore.  And so I did not check the fictional-facts of my fictional story as meticulously as I would have back in the day.  For that I apologize.  And since I do not have a strong enough writer's constitution yet to weather the sticks and stones thrown my way, I am fairly run through, as Robin Hood might say, when my mistakes are displayed  in public, even though they may be couched in friendly words, in a friendly manner, by people who mean well.

The little pseudo-story that I just posted, you will note, has little story in it, dare I say none at all, and is just an inelegant and ham-fisted attempt at answering some of the glaring (as some have said  they are) errors in my facts.  In my defense, though, all I can say is that this is a work of fiction, and its "fictional facts" should therefore not be judged against "real" facts, because if they were... well, even a Jules Verne would never have a chance, nor even a present-day William Gibson nor a Robert Sheckley would.  Fictional facts will never match up against real facts, because they're, well... fiction.

As those that read the story unearth more of my mistakes and inconsistencies, and comment on them, expect to see more of these non-story stories to plug up those fictional-factual mistakes.  And though it is futile to ask, I again request that, for those technophiles who do find them to please PM them to me instead of posting them in a public post.  I will fix 'em, I promise. (My thanks to those who already do PM them to me, btw.)

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Your errors are better than many peoples *best*, Bobbie

I like how you worked it in, that the best Eylran scientists overestimated the human population by a huge amount because they assumed all human planets were as densely populated as Earth.

LOTS of juicy back story here. So you-know-who died or was killed ... and other comments about Earther's reluctance to use *nukes* tells me there were more battles before the apparent peace or cease fire we have now. I assume our aggressive Dettrex royal princess and her even more aggressive ex-slave husband are involved. And what of the supposedly ruling reptile race of the *bad guys*? Clearly the insectoid/crab-like race will be VERY beholding to Earth for saving those trapped crewmen.

Thus the marriage ... which given that all three ( Tasha, Mia and Sasha) have Kerr in their names suggests a three way marriage... or at least Sasha becoming part of the Royals.

Also I see mention of elections and a New Republic? Did they alter their form of government somewhat in response to Earth influence. A constitutional monarchy but with considerable power yet to the ruling princess? She clearly is most highly revered as is Mia, um Amelia.

John Cameron Swayze must be smiling in his grave about the boost to Timex sales. Though the "It takes a lickn' and keeps on tickn'" may not translate well... "Bite the wax tadpole" in China, the "Le Big Mac" fiasco in France and all that.

And the precursor tech to phase wave made sense of the far faster than light transmission times in the first story and helped make the rapid building of FLT ships more plausible.

VERY fine use of seeming errors in your first postings to create something sweet for us to read later.

Definitely making lemonade out of lemons... not that the previous three chapters were lemons!

OH MY BAD!

-- grin --

John in Wauwatosa

P.S. does Mia tell Tasha the truth of HER origins as a man? is it something that impresses her even more than Earth tech and bravery in helping defend her fleet? That he would become she inorder to ensure a peaceful first contact? Good to hear about the Seeker's captain and Mia have become close. Also why aerodynamics did not matter due to skyhooks/beanstalks and shields but were being reintroduced due to esthetics. Heck, look at the Lunar Landers vs the Apolo Command Module or the Space Shuttle.

P.P.S. BLESS you for more of this tale.

John in Wauwatosa

Maybe

The only place where your imagination may be found wanting... is in seeing yourself at your 'worst' instead of as the writer you can be. Yes, your work has flaws. There are some errors in science that shift the stories out of hard science fiction (where 'hard' translates to sound theory that most like will be true practical engineering / science sometime soon) into the realm of the space opera (where the theories are less important than the conflict). But that's only really an issue if you're trying to write hard sci-fi and not space opera. And even if you ARE trying to write hard sci-fi, those sort of details are not a death knell to the piece... you get feedback on them from readings by people who actually have the inside scoop and you fix those problems. That's true about everything we write, more so the closer to realistic that we get. I tend to write in a heavily esoteric/occult influenced world, one in which I'm generally extremely well versed.... but there are still occasions when I have to do research... or when I simply take the shortcut and hope that what I've written is accurate. When it will make the difference between selling the movie rights or having the publisher turn it down... then I'll take fewer shortcuts and make sure my details are all right. In the meantime... I take the feedback and try to avoid telling people that I'm ignoring their complaints because it's not earning me any more money to rewrite it to make them happy.

Having errors is not bad. Making mistakes is simply part of the process. There's a reason that you can look at Amazon and find posts from authors about works they've already finished for a publisher... but aren't scheduled to release for over a year. They take time to edit, review, edit some more, and give the author a chance to get some distance on it before coming back to rework things. Most online sharing of stories skips that last part a LOT. We write a story and a half hour after we've looked it over for errors, it's posted online. Even having an editor or a couple of 'first readers' look at something over a weekend before posting it is barely enough to catch your breath. It's nothing compared to setting a piece aside for a month and giving it a chance to settle in your mind before coming at it with a new perspective.

I just got around to reading your first three parts of Shepherd Moon this morning... and I'm glad I did, so I can give you this comment now when it sounds like its needed. This is a really good story... very much reminding me of some of David Weber's work... Crusade and Insurrection (which he wrote in conjunction with Steve White), especially. It's a genre that I've dabbled at myself, but didn't really have any luck with. What really works for me in this is your character development. It doesn't have the sort of dry technical detail that sometimes bogs down Weber's work, but it goes through a lot of the same story evolutions and uses sociological progression to drive the plot in a similar fashion. I haven't had a chance to get to these interviews yet, but I'd suggest that you worry about their structure/format and the different style a bit less. All you're doing is telling us that you aren't 100% happy with the way you handled them... which makes us go looking for the problems.

But honestly, all I really want to look for... is more. :)

Kristin

Good little story few

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Good little story few spoiler's but you shouldn't worry about writing Hard science it is a fiction story it should not matter as it is a very well written and enjoyable read.
Looking at some of there tech eg cathode ray tube's and valve's for computer's i think anyone taking a load of today's lcd tv's monitor's laptop's ipad's and mobile phone's would make a killing money wise.
Really looking forward to more of this story:).

How About Danni

Just thought when are we going to see more of "Danni" just thought I would ask???? A Friend Always! Richard

Richard

Magic

Bobbie

There are writers and there are critics.

The writers stare at the wisps in the void and create new worlds.

The good critics look and say that's nice, but if you did this, this and this ... it would be better.

The bad critics just make rude noises.

You're no physicist, but WOW girl you can create stories and characters that draw you in.

Pat

Stories from the Shepherd Moon - Interviews 01

Even with the limited access to Earth technology, the Federation can copy and in time, duplicate Earth's advanced tech.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Great Story!

I don't see any mistakes, just a great story. If you perceive a problem then work around it. Earth has found the Phase-wave which is simply a way of using hyperspace. Using that let Earth eavesdrop on the rest of the universe and work out how their FTL drives. Earths greater overall tech base let them miniaturize the systems the Federation uses and get more out of it. I did get the feeling that the aliens had to have some kind of really good superconductor that let them get the most out of their clunky systems. However since it worked well, they're also why fix it when it's not broke kind of people. They don't have that same drive that had pushed Earth's technical development. Their culture is more stable than Earths too, but that is ending as that war approaches. Something else that has just occurred to me, is that I kinda get a steam-punk jibe off the universal culture. That just adds to how much I like this.

No mistakes here, just a great story!
hugs
Grover

Besides the occasional typo...

Besides the occasional typo - something I'm very familiar with in my own writing (perhaps TOO Familiar), I had no problem with the science and other factors. I took them as this being one of many parallel universes that are likely out there - with slightly different laws. The people living in them wouldn't realize they were in a different universe - to them WE are the ones there.

All I can say about those Elyran's is if they got started on computers, they'd have an early advantage - thinking in octal as they do. I still recall bending my head around the decimal to octal or hex conversions... I never did manage to do it in my head (I'm slow I guess) and had to revert to pencil/paper...

This "interview" hints at so many things that are yet to come in your epic story... Race Relations - warfare - revolution - tech transfer...

I figure someone's going to start a 'black market' in earth tech soon, too... I wonder if Phase-Wave is focusable or if it's more of a broadcast - everyone gets the signal, but ignores it if the packets don't have their address. Sorry. Strange thing run through my head. And, out of such things stories are made... Hey, I wonder about the RANGE of phase-wave... Could it reach the OTHER arm of the Galaxy? How about the core (where stars are older - and potentially civilizations older)? Other galaxies? Could someone ELSE have invented it - and just not told anyone else and are just sitting out there LISTENING?

Thanks for a very engaging story - that is also VERY different from the usual.

Thanks,
Anne

Yeah

This is the question that intereests me as well. So far the communications were mostly in the 'neighborhood' of Solar System and Mother Earth however aren't there any other spacefaring civilisations?

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i would imagine that even phase-wave would have it's limits... however i think it would be able to reach this half of the galaxy..

remember the center of our galaxy is very large black hole... and the solar systems that dont fall in.. find themselves in orbits that are faster than light.

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I would assume the aliens

I would assume the aliens that are further away either don't use radio, they encrypt their transmissions, or it's simply a matter of not being able to identify the radio wavelengths/frequency they're using.

The Federation and the Empire had comparable communication technology to Earth. There's no reason to assume that other aliens wouldn't be more advanced or developed something other than radio.

What happened to Ren? Am I

What happened to Ren? Am I missing something? I don't recall him getting killed in the battle in Part III.

Edited for my brain fart. Obviously this takes place some time after the events of the "main series" and there's more to come.

time jump

its clear some time has passed and stuff has happened.
what happened to Ren?
are the three of them married?
how much time has passed?
as always, looking forward to when you have a chance to send us more.
thanks

Thumbs up!

Professional grade stuff here. Pity it hasn't been updated in a while. Hope it's not dead.

I did think it began a little slow, but by the battle in the last chapter things had picked up nicely. Bobbie has also explored a concept that I've wanted to write/see for some time. It seems that almost all stories/movies/etc... where aliens are invading our turf, they have been enormously technologically superior and the human race only survives out of dumb luck and the occasional "band of misfits". I've always wanted to see the aliens arrive to invade only to discover although they are vastly superior to us in terms of star-faring, humans turn out to be far better warriors with far more effective weapons. This story was close enough to that as to make no difference and I'd love to see more although it seems unlikely at this point.

Anyway, good work, Bobbie and thanks!

It's NOT unlikely

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Hey, Calamity Cordite. No, it's not unlikely.

I am working on stuff for Library, Witching Hour, Girl Detective, Danny and Shepherd Moon, as well as a new story on the Autobots.

I am just swamped with RL stuff that I can't seem to get enough time to work on them, so I cannot commit when they are coming out. Sorry about that...

Anyway, it's not unlikely, so smile, honey.

 
 
   

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personally I think the people

personally I think the people that worry too much about about inaccuracies should step back and realize this is fiction and was meant for entertainment which this story is very entertaining and captures your imagination in your descriptions, I know if you ever decide to continue this story I will definitely read it and enjoy it.
thank you for writing it.

Titles

It’s a good thing Mia doesn’t have any more titles or responsibilities it would be crazy I hope they have kids

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