'Star-fire'-A Bo Jon Little-horse p.i. novel

by Danny E. Allen

was all that matter. P.L., had just spoken with some of his friends and hearing from him was the best. He kept in-touch with his military associates who'd offered their services for anything he needed. But his father, before retiring had many eyes observing and carefully, upholding the military-line. ...One of his friends was Rear-Admiral Tom Tokashami, a long time compatriot and Officer. Tom was very intelligent and had a pulse-on the Mars mission.

  Their fellow-devotion was a key to P.L.'s contention... He was grateful-for his-friendship and Tom wasn't going to let him down. ...Though, their-paths had divided long ago, it lasted the long-span of time. And there fellow-duties made for a residing-fellowship. Although, he didn't know it; the many important details were being observed by some of Tom's close-friends and allies. Peter Shitaki was a long-time building-constructor. Hired-on the team of Mars mission as a state-of-the-art worker. He was made to remain on site for the last six-weeks of pre-flight. Shitaki, was also a very observant worker from the bolts and flakes in steel to the 'smoothness' of graphite he could tell when something was askew. He just happen to be sitting watching the carrying-on of work as usual, when he caught the 'too, simple' work of several Middle-Easterners that might have seemed 'too, normal'...

  ---15 days, 16 minutes, 28 seconds till final log-off, and countdown... The workers, were looking forward to time-off and final sign-off; which meant a job-done well. ...P.L. was already on-launch pad at the Martianaut relay-base. They were going to be quarantine, in 28-hours... Then, permanent-installment to go over the entire-mission... His-mates, were there. The loop was closing. P.L., was in-charge. After the thirtieth-day before blast-off, there was nothing more put at stake; of the noting, 'innovation' and on 'cutting-edge'... So much that technical, manual, electronic and dimensional were new-wave, or noted. There was all sorts of 'fell-safe', examinational-scales and scopes-analytic... So being, just as these; of such knowledge, were set to register and act-of the moment...

  With all the participation by multi-nations, the ultimate-reliance had to be impeccable. And it was conjoined by a worthy-nation... 'P.L., sir...' '...Don't be so formal, we'll need-to be together for a long-time, just: 'P.L.'', he said to the Data-Specialist who was 28, the best computer-technologist and near-space specialist from Bulgaria. There was going to be nine of them, in module-quarters for a month. Each went through 8-stages of pre-space and orbital-training. From ventilation to retro-rocket command each had to be competent in their duties. All had to calculate, and transfix on the flight, space and orbital... Each stage was to be a triumph, for the earth as a whole. In theory and thought everything had to be up to 'par'. There could be no error or mistake. There was no room for superstition, or the plan could go awry...

  As things progressed, the differing-crews where given security-release and allowed to go home. The Middle-easterners were released and on their way to Ohio to meet with their collaborators and confirm their true-mission. Deriving from the equal-role they had to be personally, accessed by higher-ups. The U.S. had for several years after the second Great-Recession, two-wars of relent and the improve of world-economy times could grow and be better... After Obama's first-term the in-flux of American, European and Asian-world corroboration put an end to once human-struggles. The many soldiers went home, Middle-eastern culture ended religious states and the world saw a tone correction. One that said the very-human society take part for all.

  As cultures glued-together the youth, empower and economies took part in innate self-community. A self-dedication that would emerge utterly, triumphant. As the four men at a Middle-eastern restaurant in Cincinnati, they fitted-in as it was a ME-heritage neighborhood. The many arrivals in culture had fully been considered, as they spoke Arabic; were easily, ignored. The official-attaché had entered the country in the 'new-awakening' for world-travel from Iraq. Through this precept, any national could come and go without reverence. Three-years of Terrorist alert now, was dead. The re-acculturation of Iraq after the end of the conflict put them as forgotten as was Vietnam some 60-years earlier. It was now considered a wary war-hawk debacle, left in the memory of soldiers and insurgents long-gone.

  The determination of such men were in strange re-tribute, the idealized-images of disrepute... ...An ill-fated reality still warming with emphatic, and refute... The attaché dressed in a $1,200-suit, with having a beard and turban. He addressed the men-formally. They gave salutation and spoke-without an out-country accent. Then he passed them a large envelope and proceeded to give the directive on what to do, and when to do it. Then, he congratulated the men and left. The men separated and went in their own direction. The set-up had hit its eighth and final-step... All 8-men were given full-directions, before leaving. No one had been detected and by the next-week, they’d be in several points for awhile, then return-home after the plan had been fully-hatched. They’d seemed unnoticed, except for a certain Japanese affiliate contractor who was being observant as usual... The new-terms of the construction was by an inherent-design... With all the legend-issues. A chartered-plan, from creative to material-design. It was forged-in the very fabric of nations and people, and the elaborate of past technological-era. What had becomes gestation of human-edifice. Major-persons making involvement in utter-marginal reward other than 'hopes and dreams'...

  There was a 'cavalcade' of deeds brought-forth by the ingenuity, engineering and committed-excellence from the elicit-formative of Man, model and mission... What would be executed for all mankind. ...These 'dedications', devoted and mortally, joined; by personnel arriving-by essence of entitling-intention to 'adorn' a development-of arrival and instance to plot the definition-of all future-mankind. What would be the perpetuation of the greatest-steward of all-'humanity'. ...Role as missioners, was 'superlative', incentive objectifying-reality in ratification. Very-realization by modern-civilization, deliberations verging-on new 'sublime'-contending, arrival...

  Wondrous hope, envisioned to grasp, encompassing 'salvo' dimension, in a striving-advance. An 'order' now, done-in deriving-development, and ordinal to homage in 'honor'; a provision-holding to make serious 'critical-matter' the mind, spirit and body, embodying directive to move man-ahead. On this early, Spring-day, the command-unit sat sparkling-in the mild-air. The seagulls flew, the salty air smelled-clean and the sun-rose in the East above the shore-off in the distance. The 15-story Mars-rocket with 12-rocket units, 8-modules and command-modules which could only be reached by a special-crane built specifically, for flight-crew, the blackboard-created design was crafted of the most resilient, least remotely, deforming and exact-technical, electronic, mechanical and function material-ever... A superior of human-thought, manufactured-price, definitive executed-intention focus and compounded-intrinsic of virtue-'fortuity'. This was the elemental-service, the now evacuated-workers accomplished, being accustomed to job-duty and tasks in what is endeared to be implicit-intentions of defining-men.

  A remaining-inceptive that a structure-erected by honest and accounting-men and women, whose work was now a product of immense-proportions. In each 'seam', the guided-hands of appending; this, the bearing of entitled-energy. A promise-of potential, posterity and proportion-in a vigil-vocal a preamble-of impact-implication. The idyllic-vision of expense, extent and exaction; an intensity of advocate... In a serious-direction in the intrinsic of certified-concerting. What was back, in timing, terms and tantamount convened-on the err of 'wills' and work in an adjunct-on applied-minds, hands and actions. In what would be a 'triumphant' of contest. A mortal-improving follied-for and invocated-to a ceding ultimate-commitment.

  A most 'civil'-systematic innovating, in the best-dimension about, above and between world-intention in the gifts-of-premise since the age of Christ... Today, in the world-class convention; admired and innovated for a world-to come... A plural-implicit in advent-of the world. An imminent-provision, these simple-men and women imprinting for the voyage-into future. A 'promise' to prosperity reach-into the
universe and set-upon earth, a new-resolution. And the complicity of human-design, to advocate-immersion by what was 'dispersion' of a vulnerable-past... A times gone-by now memoriam-to will no longer un-forgiven, abject and momentarily, illustrious. In determination-vector driven to meet a destiny. To overcome, served by only-'one', a hope-ascending, or destruction. Idolized-men, knew their-work culminated as act by-devotion... Of potential and preeminence, in conviction or such terms. ...Living-provocative, advance and ensued-to dimensionally, 'reorder' the world...

  Yet no one took the terms-easily. P.L. had stowed-away his-belongings at the base-campus. It would be some of the last-acts done-before launch. Saturn was some 520,000 miles-away. The Star-fire module would escape earth's orbit, in 23-seconds with Gs of between 5 and 8, in only 32 seconds they would be 24,000 miles away from earth and easing into travel-momentum. All the path, would be 'by the book'. The immense-operation manual which had been studied