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4-H-N Fireworks, Chapter One
From an archway across the busy street by the shuttle-port 4-H-N looked in dismay. Stripped to her knickers, barefooted on concrete, she was still reeling from the Ritual of Demand and her subsequent expulsion from Flash Club Headquarters. It had been worse than she’d imagined, and the Drenthis feeling shuddered within her. Staying out of sight in the alleys and shadows had kept it from intensifying any further, at least. Half the galaxy was aflame, and the conurbation reminded 4-H-N of afternoons on Earth when bad news had broken. The passersby may not have been human beings, but all were distracted and afraid. Keyed to the sudden eruption of violence they expected any second, a half-naked hiding girl hadn’t crossed their minds, and consequently most of them didn’t register her on sight. That had ironically been the one point in 4-H-N’s favour as she made her way, creeping under walls, one arm thrown over her torso.
By Doc Sherwood2 months ago in Chapters
A Shock for 4-H-N, Chapter Three
4-H-N was after him in an instant, so hotly as to incur a painful reminder about her ankle. Two parallel narrow pipes spanned a pit ahead, and Flashslip was taking tentative steps onto his, struggling. Funny how either at home or in another galaxy, girls were always better at this. Injured or not, knickers on or not, this event was 4-H-N’s. All ready to show off she started surely along the other pipe.
By Doc Sherwood2 months ago in Chapters
A Shock for 4-H-N, Chapter Two
4-H-N was watching with Professor Grindo from a vantage-point which commanded the whole of the assault course’s open-air span. The stands on either side were fast filling up with Mini-Flash membership, while Prof via his remote control made the last checks on a huge moving form far off in the distance towards the finish-line. The Kral-it-Gor Memorial Security Lodge, in its robot mode, swung and held satisfactorily through the motions of final guardian.
By Doc Sherwood2 months ago in Chapters
4-H-N On The Trail, Chapter Three
4-H-N kicked out of her stand and scorched the supermarket tiles, as swirling turbid liquid swallowed potent particles and summarily swelled to a greyish-white mountain rising above the stacks. Yorkshire puddings had hit the quadrant in a big way, and from a retail perspective the only problem was the panic-buyers were racing for the emergency exit rather than the tills. Soggy vastness heaped itself over aisle-top after aisle-top, while the bloating batter encroached outward as well as up, squeezing every last breath of space from the avenues between. It was so like a nightmare that as 4-H-N Habitrailed ahead she began to think she’d fallen asleep in front of the telly again, watching either a Katsuhiro Otomo film or Delia Smith.
By Doc Sherwood2 months ago in Chapters
4-H-N On The Trail, Chapter Two
For some hours 4-H-N traipsed the lit streets, a female Mini-Flash conspicuous only for the small backpack she wore, which looked like it was slotted together from interlocking plates of metal. At length she found herself before the entryway of a vast supermarket concourse. Above the heads and other organs of life-forms proceeding inside, spotlights fanned the beginnings of space where bobbed several blimps bearing the outlet’s name.
By Doc Sherwood2 months ago in Chapters
4-H-N On The Trail, Chapter One
Every week when she wasn’t on duty, 4-H-N would go down to Prof’s lab and spend time with Robo-Petunia. That automated approximation of a pretty girl seemed to have somehow imprinted on her, perhaps because it was 4-H-N who’d dragged her out of the junkyard storeroom where she’d been stowed. Today they were sitting on the laboratory floor, pointing the soles of their feet at each other, and slowly rolling a yellow Flashball back and forth between them.
By Doc Sherwood2 months ago in Chapters
