Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Outline for Gremlins in the Mist

This is an outline for my next Writers of the Future entry.


Gremlins in the Mist

BACKGROUND

The year is 2248, and humanity has spread across the galaxy. While sentient extraterrestrial life remains undiscovered, non-sentient life populates numerous habitable worlds. Humanity quickly began colonizing these different planets, resulting in a multitude of cultures over time.

The settlers of the planet Solomon discovered a planet filled with a wide range of fauna. The Solomonians became renowned for their skill in handling and dealing with animals. Society is centered on massive family groups often controlling entire industries.

They still retain a very tribal aspect to society and consider themselves better than any human cultures. These families are close knit and exclusive. Each holds their own traditions and ceremonies all family members must respect before they are considered part of the family.

CHARACTERS

Sydney Bateman – A 28 year old warden in Solomon Downs, one of the biggest interstellar zoos, run by the Corbeck family. Her parents were both Corbeck but she was adopted in, and is ostracized as an outsider since she never passed any of the appropriate trials.

She lives in the shadow of her deceased mother, considered by most of the family to be the paramount of Corbeck excellence. Her mother died in a shuttle accident over a dozen years ago, leaving Sydney with just her father, a full blooded Corbeck. With his wife gone, her father, who had never approved of the adoption, blamed Sydney for the accident and dissolved into drugs and alcohol. He died a decade ago.

Rasket – A gremlin. Gremlins are small hexapods (six legs) animals from a light gravity world. They’re incredibly curious and known for living up to their name sakes. (Gremlins were imaginary creatures blamed for engine troubles during WW1/WW2) Because of this, most wardens are loath to deal with the creatures, seeing them as a headache.

Director Anna – Director of the zoo, and leader of the Corbeck family along with Chief Warden Corbet. She despises Sydney as an outsider and if she could have her way, she’d have Sydney thrown out. She acts as a family leader in matter of traditions.

Chief Warden Colm – His title is somewhat of a misnomer as Colm’s chief responsibility is towards the welfare of members of the family. He acts as their advocate no matter the reason, and is the only thing approaching a friend that Sydney has.

PLOT

Act 1

Sydney accidentally induces an attack by a Cthulhian (an abyssal squid-like animal) when she enters its enclosure with her lights still on. The smelly animal hurls her into a wall, but she survives thanks to her suit. Her supervisor, Anna, berates her, and informs her Chief Warden Colm will hear about violation of procedure. With luck, Anna says, Sydney will be tossed out by the end of the day.

A few hours later, Colm calls a meeting, and Sydney is terrified she’ll be publically dismissed and humiliated. However Colm warns them about evidence of a smuggling ring operating inside the zoo, selling off valuable specimens. Some look towards Sydney, thinking her responsible. Relieved, Sydney begins to leave, but Colm stops her.

He tells her Anna is pressing him for a dismissal, but he must act appropriately regardless of personal stakes in the matter (it’s vaguely surmised that he agrees with Anna). So instead of a dismissal, he’ll put Sydney in charge of the Gremlin enclosure.

Act 2

Sydney arrives at the enclosure to find the previous warden elated he no longer has to work with the animal. He introduces her to Resket, the Gremlin. Resket is rather hostile and tries to bite Sydney numerous times before the previous warden tosses the animal her comlink. Resket ignores her and gleefully tears apart the device.

When Resket isn’t aggressive, he becomes incredibly laconic, and Sydney is at a loss as to what to do. She gets the impression Colm is disappointed she isn’t taking the initiative nor investing in her future, and she resolves to do something about it. All the while, the smuggling ring continues to strike, stealing rare or valuable specimens.

Sydney’s plan is to befriend the animal by discovering why it’s such a volatile creature. Her first assumption is Resket’s diet is improper, so she tries to alter its food to something approaching what he might naturally eat.

Instead of becoming less volatile, Resket slips into a coma, and she rushes the creature to the zoo hospital. Sydney dodges the blame for intentionally poisoning the creature, and waits for it to recover during the night. She realizes while waiting that she has somehow misplaced an access keycard, and gets another.

Resket recovers faster than expected and escapes right in front of her. She chases the animal through the mostly empty zoo. The creature’s gift for mechanical destruction leads them through several enclosures, including the Cthulian’s, until the chase abruptly ends outside the zoo when Resket suddenly calms and becomes more docile. Upon further analysis, Sydney realizes the electrical fields in the zoo interior caused the animal’s mania.

She has Resket’s pen enclosed by a Faraday cage and the animal becomes calm. Everything seems fine, and Sydney gets to gloat over Anna, who before had been constantly taunting Sydney of her impending dismissal.

Act 3

Sydney lies awake when she received an automated com warning, saying she’s still checked in at the zoo. Confused, she heads down to figure out what is going on. She finds the entire zoo empty, and wanders around for a time. She starts to leave when she hears a disturbance from Resket’s enclosure and goes to investigate.

She stumbles onto Anna and several others trying to smuggle the irate animal into a crate. They also have Sydney’s missing keycard from before. Sydney realizes Anna was behind the smuggling ring Colm mentioned earlier and she was using the card to potentially frame her.

Anna finds herself in a bad position. She can’t exactly kill Sydney, but she can’t let her go free. Anna presents a proposition then for Sydney. Pretend she saw nothing, and Anna would see to it that Sydney was inducted into the family, as well as promoted to the enclosure of her choice.

Sydney considers the proposition for a moment, but recalls her father cursing her and calling her a coward. She remembers Colm’s own words saying she’d never be one of them. Rather than prove them wrong, she rejects the offer and frees Resket. Anna and company draw weapons and try to stop Sydney, deciding eliminating her will be much easier after all.

Resket freaks out and runs off, with Sydney on the animal’s heels. Resket enters into a dark enclosure, and as Sydney brings out her light, the animal savagely attacks her, breaking the light. Thinking she’s dead, she watches as Anna and company enter the enclosure.

They step inside, lights and guns raised, ready to finish the job. Just then, Sydney recognizes a memorable stench, and ducks just as the Cthulhian attacks Anna and Company, stopping them in their tracks.

Sydney is greeted is a hero by the rest of the family, and Colm inducts her on the spot. He then grants her the promotion to move into the sky whale enclosure, but Sydney remembers Resket and rejects the offer.

END

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Poor Son of Hell

Alright. The last story is done. Time for the next one.




Poor Son of Hell

“You’re late,” Duke Zapporo said.

From an alley, a gangly man in a trench coat stepped into view. “Never can be too careful.”

Zapporo raised a cigar to his mouth. The Charleston Gold ignited on contact with the devil’s mouth and he inhaled, savoring the flavor. “We’re clean. And lateness is no excuse.”

Norman West glanced up, inspecting Zapporo’s devilish visage. “Not when the Imperial Bureau of Investigation has been cracking down hard on the Black Market lately. Emperor Theodore sent Special Agent Elliot Ness to shut down Capone’s outfit.”

“Then it lies in both our interests to finish this business quickly,” Zapporo said. Interesting. Ness’s involvement is going to complicate further business here in Chicago.

“You got it, Zappo. You’ll excuse me for bringin’ a couple of my boys along,” Norman said and he snapped his fingers. More shapes materialized from the alley, shambling like stunted men. Tattered flesh hung from the vacant faces of the zombies, and their hobbling gait wouldn’t win races anytime soon.

I hate necromancers. “Far be it for me to forbid you your security,” Zapporo said. “Did you bring what I require?”

“Yeah, I got the thing. Tricky business, getting’ hold of it. All the dough’s there too.”

“Give it here.”

Norman’s hand vanished into his coat, reappearing with a fist-sized bag jingling with coins. He tossed it to Zapporo who snatched it from the air.

Sixty-sixty golden American dollars sat inside, but the newly minted 1929 coins were chicken feed compared to why Zapporo was here. The reason sat in an isolated pocket of the pouch. Zapporo drew out a gray pendant and held it against the brilliant light of Chicago’s skyline.

Time’s inexorable march had worn the pendant’s luster away, and the sigil on the face was nearly obliterated. Not even the stingiest miser would pick the trinket up from the street if they happened across it.

“I gotta ask, Zappo. What’s it for? Don’t look like much, tell you the truth,” Norman asked.

“As far as you’re concerned, necromancer, it’s a fashion accessory. You need not trouble yourself,” Zapporo said. At least I’m not the only one in the dark about this thing. But when Beelzebub, Zapporo’s superior, wanted something, he got it. “Everything appears to be in order.”

The bag vanished into Zapporo’s dark coat. He nabbed another pouch and tossed it to Norman who nearly dropped it before peering at the powder inside.

“Don’t look like much.”

Zapporo narrowed his eyes. “I hold to the arrangement as agreed. One Imperial pound of hamadryad dust. Good for strengthening dead flesh, and seasoning roasted chicken if you’re feeling peckish.”

Norman’s eyes sparkled with greed. “Good. Good. Anythin’ to get these zombie-bozos working better. Last batch ripped my assistant’s throat out. Made a real mess too. If this works, I’m gonna have all of eastern Canadian-America under my thumb.”

“Ambitious. Not since the War of American Succession has there ever been a more ambitious plan.”

Norman scowled in response. “Hey, I ain’t no House Jefferson flunky. I think my plans through. But, what can I say? Some people wanna leave their mark on the world. I’m gonna leave a stain.”

“Such evocative imagery. Pleasure doing business with you,” Zapporo said, and turned to leave.

A disembodied voice penetrated the silence as he retreated. “Finished, Zapporo? Then we can continue to other affairs.”

Zapporo jerked to a stop, and spun on his heels to face the newcomer. His hand instinctively shot to the grip of one of his holstered guns. I know that voice.

“Hey, Zappo. You said we was secure. Who’s this clown? I smell a rat,” Norman said.

A solitary figure stood illuminated by a beam of light from the street lamp a dozen yards away. He held the aura of a performer in the spotlight, waiting for the orchestra to begin his performance. The lamps only served to better highlight his ivory skin and golden hair poking from beneath his fedora. His light tan coat billowed behind him in a nonexistent breeze.

“Ramiel,” Zapporo said.

Inquisitor Ramiel, actually,” the seraph corrected.

“Inquisitor? You’ve moved up since I last saw you. Was the lackey business too unfulfilling? Did you decide to branch out to elite prude?” Inquisitors sat among the highest echelon of the Celestial Inquisition, Heaven’s equivalent to America’s Imperial Bureau of Investigation. They were elite agents, love wolves aimed at Heaven’s enemies. He and Ramiel’s paths hadn’t crossed since the Crusades forced the Infernal Host from Jerusalem.

Ramiel shrugged. “They must have been desperate. You’ve changed too. Horns and the red skin. Good choice of trench coat. It matches your eyes.”

Zapporo bared his pointed teeth. “What do you want, Ramiel? I’ve business to attend to.”

Ramiel’s smile vanished. “Come now. Can’t we banter like old times? When the Betrayer fell, he took the decent conversationalists with him. I do so miss our talks, Azariel.”

“Don’t ever use that name, you frolicking fop,” Zapporo said. “Much as I’d love to chat, I’d sooner bash my skull open with a brick.”

“A brick?”

“Yes. It’s a fine tradition. You should try it.”

Ramiel sighed. “Very well, Zapporo. Ten-thousand years in Dis seems to have sapped you of humor, so I’ll snap to the chase. You’re in violation.”

Zapporo blinked. Becoming an Inquisitor had apparently straightened the twit’s spine, and bestowed him with the arrogance common among elder angels. The old Ramiel would be avoiding this confrontation, not pushing forward.

“Violation of what?” Zapporo asked.

“Section thirty-six-dot-two. Trafficking illicit goods on the mortal plane.”

Zapporo grunted. “Didn’t know it was against any accords.”

“You’ve done penance for it thirty-seven times.”

Zapporo smirked. “Oh right. That violation. Good times, those were. So you’re working with Elliot Ness and Emperor Teddy’s boys?”

“It’s not so hard to imagine. The IBI and the Inquisition hold similar goals.” Ramiel’s eyes narrowed. “Though I’ll admit curiosity, Zapporo. This isn’t typical of your methods. My reports don’t show you playing delivery-boy to two-bit necromancers. You always called the shots and played in the big leagues. Seems a step down.”

Zapporo shrugged. “I owed a debt. Had to repay it and I got offered this charming opportunity.”

“You devils and your debts. I still don’t understand why you’d hold to such bizarre traditions.”

“Despite what you may think, Inquisitor, we still have honor. I always pay my debts.”