Oolite Bulletins

So, now that I just finished my third Elite-based book, and I figured I'd create a page to compile them together. What started off as a series of short connected vignettes ended up being three short novels about 50,000 words a piece, which I've taken to calling the Mossfoot Muckabouts. The first one...

Epilogue HR 1986 is an uninteresting Class G star near the constellation of Orion. Its distant companion, a red dwarf, is equally unremarkable. The primary has a single dead planet in its orbit, HR 1986 A 1, and around that orbits an ancient Cobra MKI. The Mark I model had been out of service for f...

Unexpected? No. Intentional? Yes.

Just a bit more to go

And I'll be back eventually with a new story I'm sure

Forward March So, it looks like Radio Mossfoot is off the air. After having caught up with Violet’s side of things I realized my amateur entertainer days are pretty much over, so this is just for me I guess. Maybe if things change I’ll broadcast the lot. I always found something therapeutic about j...

About Face The name I go by is Mossfoot, and I’m worried I might not be dead. Actually I’m not dead. I know that. The fact I’m recording this is a bit of a giveaway, even if my old ship did blow up in a combat zone somewhere in Alliance space. I’m hazy on the details, because I wasn’t the one in ch...

Final Interlude Brother Sparks turned on the lights to his temporary quarters and stepped inside. He needed some time to himself. It was over. God forgive him. Now he was left wondering what came next. The station they were on was a staging ground for the last stage of the Order’s exodus, chosen fo...

The Great Escape My eyes flickered open, squinting at the bright light. But it wasn't of the "come into the light" kind where I end up reunited with my pet dog on the rainbow bridge, it was that crappy hospital light that hasn't changed in a thousand years. I was on a stretcher, and Broth...

The Mind Palace Well, dying sucked. At least the first time it was peacefully in my ship. Never felt a thing then. When Sparks said I'd have an allergic reaction, he did not warn me just how long that reaction would take to finish me off. First the burning all around my skin where the new progenito...

Ah, Crap. "This will never work." Brother Sparks shushed me. "Of course it will, have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately? You'll be lucky they don't throw you straight into ICU when we walk in the door." For the birthplace of humanity, Earth was all right, I guess. Someho...

Solward Bound Sparks had us hang out near Hutton Orbital in Alpha Centauri, pretty much the last place anyone would be looking for a Clipper since it can't dock there, but also because a member of the Order had been stationed there. I don't know if it was punishment, or just to get away from it all...

Brother Sparks Baldy took his time dishing out the answers. First he wanted access to my shipboard computer. Given that I probably owed my life to him, I wasn't about to start getting paranoid about his motives. Still, I looked over his shoulder to see what he was doing anyway. His fingers were lig...

Enter The Janitor Obviously, since I'm dictating this, that did not happen. I wish I could give a more detailed account of how it happened, but I can't. First there was all kinds of activity and hustle and bustle going on in the room. Then there was an odd high pitched noise, like a severe case of ...

Let Me Pick Your Brain Okay, so the goons with guns should have been my first clue that this joker wasn't going to be won over by my charm and diplomacy. I've talked my way out of a number of hairy situations, and into just as many. In this case it didn't matter either way. The guy already had it i...

Shinrarta Dezra The Hauler dropped me off at Telus and I took the Troubadour out of cold storage. Some moron had given her a fresh coat of paint. Sheesh. Don't ask me why, but there's something inherently pleasing to me about having a posh Imperial Clipper and having the paint job worn down. Feels ...