Tuesday, 30 June 2015

JUNIPER’S DAUGHTER – FRONTIER TOWN A novel by Nick Armbrister

   Juniper’s Daughter did the flyby noticing the transporter carried on its original course and speed. Another fly by on their left side followed by a steep turn right in front of their nose should do the trick – a risky manoeuvre due to the low height and dangerous gun on the craft. Closer and closer she flew in a feat of brilliant airmanship, tilting her shiny silver saucer until the angle was dizzying. By thought alone she controlled her ship curving round just a hundred feet from the transport, which was rapidly lost from view due to the steep angle of her turn and closeness of the other craft.
   Onboard the transporter, the officer and pilot swore and screamed insults at the saucer and witch. Keep on course ordered the officer in anger, don’t let that bitch win. She won’t open fire due to the prisoner but we can fire, a warning shot, do it now ordered the officer to his pilot, who obeyed. His finger pressed the trigger and five nuclear bullets left the barrel of the single specially modified machine gun. The special shells flew forwards at a mile a second, hitting the ground three miles away. The flying saucer was still in the rear hemisphere turning back to do its next pass.  Would her tactics change? What would the witch do now? Would the small nuclear explosions put her off? She was a tenacious bitch but even she had her limits. The English army knew much of these and even knowing some of what the witch couldn’t do, still put the army at a huge disadvantage. New weapon systems like nuclear bullets and Devil Snails helped tip the scales a little in their favour but not much. The most powerful laser mounted on the largest Devil Snail was a peashooter when compared to the laser cannon mounted on the flying saucer and even her magic when directed by the crystal on her wand was three times as powerful as the twin large lasers on the largest attack unit. This last capability drained Juniper’s Daughter’s energy levels to dangerously low levels, after using such a skill she was dangerous to counterattack or even capture.

   Five nuclear bullets flew forth out into the sky, each one exploded like a mini nuclear explosion with bright flash splitting the heavens, a small fireball one metre in diameter and over thirty million degrees Centigrade – a mini sun, this vaporised everything close by. Following this was a supersonic blast wave kicking out in a sphere for a distance of one hundred metres destroying everything apart from solid granite mountainsides; reinforced concrete would yield to such powerful weapons. One might be brushed off but not ten or even a hundred, destruction would be total; after the supersonic blast wave, a wind of two hundred and fifty miles an hour occupied the space where the air had been blown away. This wind blew in two directions – first away from the main shockwave back to the point of the explosion and then in the opposite direction away from the blast, in the footsteps of the main blast wave. In-between all this was the firestorm, a left over from the high temperatures of the almost infinitely hot fireball, structures made of natural materials burned like under a blowtorch. If the shockwave was at ground level, a mini earthquake was created to shake down any tall buildings like a tower block or bridge. When five nuclear bullets went off all together the effect was devastating and lethal, luckily the witch and her saucer were out of range when the explosions occurred. It got her attention and that was the desired result. A total of a hundred and fifty nuclear bullets occupied the magazine of the single machine gun on the nose of the English army transport, giving wicked firepower and a powerful advantage to the English army. With the right tactics they could control the whole landmass, given time and total violence using their newly invented wonder weapons. Adolf Hitler would die for such lethal technology.

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