It is said that in Space, nobody can hear you scream. In fact, nobody can hear you at all. At least, that’s what the teachers at the Space Corps hoped when they sent a certain cadet out into it. Not the brightest, not the best but certainly the most frustrating cadet that they had ever had. With such a vast expanse of emptiness, it seemed inconceivable that he could cause any problems out there, at least for them. They couldn’t have been more wrong...
It may be a vast emptiness but Cadet Patrolman 908154Bogg still managed to bump in to some other life forms, 3000 alien warships worth for starters...
The Space Corps are full of the handsome, daring, elite heroes that regularly save the World three times before breakfast, win major sporting tounaments single handedly mid-morning, have rugged workouts on death-defying assault courses in the afternoon before raising some money for charity, saving the World again and spending the rest of
The Space Corps are full of the handsome, daring, elite heroes that regularly save the World three times before breakfast, win major sporting tounaments single handedly mid-morning, have rugged workouts on death-defying assault courses in the afternoon before raising some money for charity, saving the World again and spending the rest of the evening successfully seducing beautiful women. Of course they go to bed early so they can save the World again the following day. Regrettably, when the gravest threat to Human existence appears, they all seem to be away snowboarding. The World will therefore have to rely on Cadet 908154Bogg.
Enthusiastic. Very enthusiastic. That, if nothing else, could be said of the least successful cadet in Space Corps history. Eager to please but lacking the ability to learn and the natural skills required to pass his training. Ultimately, his teachers feel they can take no more and they give Perseus what he wants. Excitement turns to indecison when his first space patrol duty takes him directly in to the embrace of the Vraagas fleet. He makes a (bad) judgement call, and then decides to appoint himself Ambassador, blissfully unaware that the Vraagas are about to invade Earth.
Ignorant or naive? Maybe a bit of both. These titles, if nothing else, could also be added to the enthusiastic tendencies of Perseus. The phrase ‘where fools rush in’ springs to mind although not to the Cadet’s mind of course. Very little ‘springs’ here. The fate of the Earth rests in his hands.
The Vraagas Executive Admiral General is the most respected and feared individual on his planet. This is a situation that pleases him immensely. Quite impressed with himself after fooling the Humans in to a false Peace Treaty, he is about to unleash his battle fleet on Earth. Then Bogg arrives. His flawless attack plans unravel as unexpla
The Vraagas Executive Admiral General is the most respected and feared individual on his planet. This is a situation that pleases him immensely. Quite impressed with himself after fooling the Humans in to a false Peace Treaty, he is about to unleash his battle fleet on Earth. Then Bogg arrives. His flawless attack plans unravel as unexplained things start happening on his state of the art ship during the invasion countdown. This is a situation that does not please him immensely. It doesn’t actually please him very much at all.
The V.E.A.G. attempts to regain control of the situation but his crew and an assortment of droids don’t seem to be helping him much. All he wanted to do was to pass the time before invasion by torturing the Earthling but now his confidence has started to slide towards despair. Is the Earthling really stupid or were the Admiralty on Earth more cunning than he thought?
The trusted second-in-command on the V.E.A.G.’s mothership is good at his job. He is also as loyal and as scared of the V.E.A.G. as the rest of the crew are. The ship is so automated that he doesn’t really have to do much but what he does have to do he does very well. He prides himself on this and is therefore as frustrated as the V.E.A.G
The trusted second-in-command on the V.E.A.G.’s mothership is good at his job. He is also as loyal and as scared of the V.E.A.G. as the rest of the crew are. The ship is so automated that he doesn’t really have to do much but what he does have to do he does very well. He prides himself on this and is therefore as frustrated as the V.E.A.G. when things start to go wrong. Number Two unable to answer a question promptly or deal with a problem quickly and efficiently? Never.
Hmmmm, perhaps now we’ll find out just how good Crewman No.2 really is...
Crewman No.12 is so far down the crew rankings that the only control he has is the knob that controls the brightness on his consol. He doesn’t have to do much, which is just as well as he can’t even do that very well. He is aware of this and is therefore utterly terrified of the VEAG. This may explain some things...
Crewman No.12 would r
Crewman No.12 is so far down the crew rankings that the only control he has is the knob that controls the brightness on his consol. He doesn’t have to do much, which is just as well as he can’t even do that very well. He is aware of this and is therefore utterly terrified of the VEAG. This may explain some things...
Crewman No.12 would rather his first assignment had been somewhere other than the flight deck of the flagship of the fleet but here he is. He would be relieved to be relieved of duty. He would also be relieved to be able to relieve himself and attempts to do so several times. As was already mentioned, he is utterly terrified of the V.E.A.G. and his crewmates are now also wishing he had been assigned elsewhere or at least that the air purification system worked properly.
When things start to go against plan, the VEAG activates his Security Droids. More like psycopathic killing machines than security guards, they are highly suspicious of everything and look for any excuse to employ deadly force. In this case, their primary directive is to utilise an array of nasty implements in order to catch a certain cad
When things start to go against plan, the VEAG activates his Security Droids. More like psycopathic killing machines than security guards, they are highly suspicious of everything and look for any excuse to employ deadly force. In this case, their primary directive is to utilise an array of nasty implements in order to catch a certain cadet.
Even other droids are scared of the Security Droids. If they had any fear at all, they would probably be scared of themselves. But they don’t have fear. All they have is a compulsive obsession to carry out their orders and they feel free to interprete these orders in any way they see fit. This usually means adding the words ‘maim’, ‘kill’ or ‘mutilate’ so that the orders actually make some sense to them. The zealous way in which they carry out their duties has less to do with programmed obedience and more to do with job satisfaction.
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