Intergalactic Terrorist (New Dimension Book 1)

by J. F. Monahan

  He looked down at the computer screen. Chugwell had programmed the dragon’s homing beacon into the ships computer. Giblet activated it and read the coordinates that were listed. He knew the planet that this dragon was on… yet at the same time he felt like he had never heard of it at all. Perhaps this was something to do with what Fungust had been speaking of earlier. Something about space changing? Giblet thought that he perhaps should have paid more attention to him. He shrugged. It couldn’t have been that important. Could it?

  The cube-like ships thrusters fired and he headed off to fight the dragon on the distant planet called Baggus’Regious.

  Chapter 15

  Travelling faster than the speed of light was something that, for many, many, many years, was believed to be impossible. There were many theories why it wouldn’t work. It would rip whatever one was travelling in to pieces. It would rip whoever was travelling in it to pieces. It would rip the very fabric of space to pieces. And one particular theory from a drunk squid-like scientist on a very fishy planet, was that you would come out in spots and put all of your organs on the outside of your body.

  The actual thought of travelling faster than the speed of light was something only believed by lovers of science fiction, not science fact.

  Of course, the speed of light had to be broken in order to logically travel from one side of space to another. What would take millions of years at any other speed, such as the mediocre speed of sound, or the even lesser speed of smell, would take only a week or two at the speed of light. It was breaking that barrier that proved to be the hard part.

  Those who tried usually ended up ripping their ship, themselves and the area of space around them into pieces. And one particular drunk squid-like scientist came out in spots and found his organs outside of his body. He did not care about it for very long.

  The speed of light was of course broken eventually. Every space faring species in every dimension would eventually learn how. Each had their own unique way of course.

  The Lampans learned to harness the power of black holes, channelling their energy through the ships circuitry. When they travelled at speed they didn’t so much zoom as blink out of existence to the mortal eye and reappear at their destination.

  The Intelimals of Intelligeous Prime developed a very unique engine that trapped space inside, shrinking it to allow shorter travelling distances.

  The Wizards clearly used magic to power their speed. However even Wizards magic could not control everything, therefore they train a special select few who spend their entire lives, hooked up to their space faring vessels for the sole purpose of pumping all the magic they can give into the engines.

  The Dwarves conquered a small race of unintelligent creatures named Noxons who, by their own natural ability, could run faster than light. The Noxons were forced to run in large wheels in their ships therefore powering their engines.

  Greebol’s electrical worked on a whole different basis. A giant boot on a large metal leg extended from the top and, on the pressing of a button, swung down and kicked the electrical up its backside, sending it hurtling through space at ridiculous speeds. Not a very pleasant experience as Charlie Pinwright had discovered. He had discovered it all over the floor, all over the walls and all over his own shoes.

  Still, learning to travel at the speed of light in Greebol’s electrical was something, he had realised, that he better get used to.

  Chapter 16

  Baggus’Regious in all its glory!

  A large, fat looking planet, brown in appearance and surrounded by the swirls of dark grey clouds. Orbiting the planet was a large space station that hung like a drying pair of shorts just out of its atmosphere. Numerous ships flew to and from it and down and up from the planet.

  The interstellar port of the galaxy. Or as some would call it, the interstellar slag of the galaxy. Everyone came here. It was the centre of the universe's trade. Of course when we say universe, we do mean the universe in the dimension that Greebol came from and not that that Charlie existed in. Or the one the Dwarves existed in.

  Greebol decided it was time to explain to Charlie the logistics of the dimension he came from. He explained that there were ten different space faring species in his galaxy. They all formed the Galactic Unison, a joined collective government that ruled space, led by the Overseer, an elected politician.

  Each of the ten species recognised and followed the same set of laws and they shared the same currency system called, somewhat unflatteringly, Knobs.

  Baggus’Regious, also known as the United Planet, was the first planet colonised to cater for all the ten species. It was the first planet where all of the ten lived and worked together. A place of peace and of eternal happiness.

  “Really?” Charlie had asked, always the disbeliever.

  It was then that Greebol had explained that a place of peace and eternal happiness was the image that the Galactic Unison tried to portray of the planet. In fact it was a scum ridden cesspit. Only the lowest of the low lived there. Work was scarce, food was short and many people were homeless. The streets were ruled by underground criminal organisations and the majority of trading that went on was illegal.

  Then there was the state of the planet itself. Baggus’Regious was dying. The atmosphere was thick with pollution and the few seas and rivers that flowed were rife with disease. Constant earthquakes shattered the grounds and uncontrollable weathers ravaged, which included flooding downpours and burning hot suns. And suns was the correct terminology as Baggus’Regious had three.

  “Sounds lovely,” Charlie mocked.

  “I am glad you think you will like it,” Greebol said, still not grasping Human sarcasm. “It is like my home away from home. Of course… I am not legally allowed to come here.”

  “What do you mean?” Charlie asked.

  “I am a bounty hunter. I am a wanted Gumthar!”

  As the electrical flew closer to the planet, it passed by the orbiting space station. A beep sounded in the main compartment and a crackling voice was heard that seemed to echo menacingly around the room, reminding Charlie of airport tannoys.

  “Electrical… this is the Baggus’Regious orbiting guard. Please identify yourself.”

  Greebol flicked a switch and a 1950’s style microphone rose up from the centre of the room. Greebol stood behind it and tapped it three times.

  “What’s this?” Charlie teased, “karaoke?”

  “Sometimes,” came the response. “You should see me kick out a belting tune. I could have been a tenor you know.”

  Greebol cleared his throat. The next time he spoke it was into the microphone and his voice was projected outwards in a loud booming tone.

  “This is the electrical trading vessel… erm… King George,” he said and he winked to Charlie who shook his head. “I am Captain Kentara Kerglas.”

  “Please state your purpose at Baggus’Regious,” said the voice.

  “Trade,” said Greebol, “and perhaps a night or two at Lady Lungweena’s massage parlour… if you know what I mean!” He winked again. This time to no one in particular.

  “I understand… please provide your trading code.”

  Greebol stuck his hand down the front of his tight shorts and began to rummage around inside. He pulled out a packet of crisps, shook his head and returned them. He pulled out a copy of some disturbing magazine with a naked Gumthar on the front. He returned it. Finally he pulled out a scrap of paper with a number scrawled on it.

  “9, 6, 7, 81, A, T, 76, 5, 5, floppy pillow,” he read aloud and held his breath. It was an old code. He hoped it would work.

  “Floppy pillow accepted. Proceed down to the planet and prepare for visual identity scanning. Remember weapons are not allowed on Baggus’Regious. Have a nice day. Oh and say hello to Lady Lungweena for me.”

  “I will do. Captain Kerglas out.”

  The microphone retracted and Greebol stepped back in front of the steering square. He steered the electrical slowly and carefully, passing the loomin
g space station and towards the planet.

  Charlie stared at it in disbelief through the porthole. When he had first seen the electrical he had been in awe at the size of the ship. The station however was about one hundred times the size of the tin can they floated in. Rows upon rows of windows looked back at him. Thousands of twinkling lights flashing. Millions even. And in those windows he could see movement. Alien life! He could only make out their silhouettes against the bright lights inside but still it was enough to see that these were not Human.

  And then there was the planet itself! As the electrical began to descend through the dark clouds, the landscape below slowly became visible. Charlie could see the tops of buildings. He could see the tiny lights below. Futuristic space vehicles moving through the streets looked like tiny ants. Albeit tiny ants with lights on their backs and large burning engines up their jacksies.

  What caught Charlie’s attention the most was the fact that the city below, which Greebol called the city of Baggus, seemed to go on forever. It stretched all the way from the large river in the west, far beyond the horizon in the east.

  Closer still, Charlie noticed that the buildings were not tall and proud like many of the ‘space age’ buildings back on Earth. These were made of brick or wood (it should be noted that they are made from very old brick and wood) and many were almost crumbling down. The buildings were close together. Too close. If someone leaned out of their bedroom window they would end up with their head poking through the window of the house next door. Probably resulting in a slap, especially if that window happened to be the bathroom.

  Even closer, Charlie could now smell the rich scent that the city had to offer and it made him gag. To say that the busy city of Baggus smelt bad was an understatement. It wasn’t that the city had no sewage system, it was that for some unknown and random reason, the sewage system travelled through large pipes above the houses. Large, holey pipes it should be added. If you thought that birds droppings falling from the sky was annoying, you should try living in the city of Baggus.

  “My God,” Charlie gasped, pinching his nose so hard that not even a microscopic being could enter, “that smell is so pungent.”

  “Glorious is it not?” Greebol replied, taking in large breaths through his strange nostril.

  “Not really the word I was looking for,” Charlie admitted, “In fact of all the words I could be thinking of glorious would be at the bottom of the pile.”

  Charlie felt a disturbing twinge in his groin area and was forced to cross his legs.

  “Please tell me there are toilets in this city?” he asked.

  “Are you sure you do not want one of my tablets?”

  “Greebol my penis is made for two things. One of those things it seems won’t be happening to it for quite some time so please at least give me the luxury of peeing!”

  “Fair enough. But there may be some wait. We have to go through visual identity yet.”

  The electrical landed with such a bump that Charlie almost released his stored liquids there and then.

  Greebol picked up the Image-Rendering Mask and inserted it over his head. As Charlie looked at him confused, head cocked like a dog hearing a high pitch, Greebol pressed a number of buttons and the mask began to distort, change shape and colour. Within minutes the grey skinned, squinted eyed, wide mouthed face that Charlie had now come to see even when he closed his eyes, was replaced by a shiny, smooth, blue face with remarkably very few features. The same species as Professor Amirous

  “Why have you changed to look like a Lampon?” Charlie asked.

  “The same reason I disguised myself as a Human on Earth. To hide my true identity. As I said I am a wanted man here. And it is Lampan not Lampon. They are very protective over the pronunciation of their races name. A hundred year war ensued because of it. Terrible times.”

  “Then I am going to cause a lot of wars,” Charlie grumbled, “for I am a stranger here. I’m going to get everything wrong.”

  “Do not worry my friend. I shall guide you.”

  “That does not exactly instil me with confidence.”

  Greebol squeezed his wobbly body into a Lampan shaped suit. It was like watching someone try to squeeze a pear into a balloon. A slightly sloppy pear at that.

  “All ready to go!” Greebol smiled. Even with the face of a blue Lampan that smile still showed through. It made Charlie shudder.

  “What about me?” he asked shyly. “Won’t I need some sort of disguise?”

  “Why? You’re not a wanted criminal are you?”

  Charlie grinned. “Well… not out here. On Earth however I am considered a very dangerous man.”

  “For some reason I highly doubt that,” Greebol frowned, looking up and down at the Human’s scruffy hair and shabby, dirty, creased clothes, not noticing the joke.

  Charlie decided he should probably refrain from telling jokes in the future. It seemed that, even though the jokes that Greebol made were not too dissimilar, Charlie’s sense of humour was lost out here in space. He always considered himself to be a funny man. People laughed at him all of the time.

  “I was meaning that I am a Human,” Charlie continued, “I don’t belong here. Surely someone is going to notice that.”

  “On Baggus’Regious? You would be surprised.” Greebol patted Charlie on the back with a slightly plastic blue hand. “You will be fine. Trust me.”

  Greebol was the least trustworthy person that Charlie had ever met. But he didn’t have the heart to say it out loud.

  Greebol opened the main doors and the steps descended. He took a deep breath, taking in the vulgar air, and stepped out of the electrical. Charlie followed, not quite as excited to be there, taking care to step as carefully as possible down the steps.

  The landing bay was quiet. Hundreds of ships of various sizes, shapes, materials and colours. There were ships shaped like balls, turtles, saxophones and cucumbers. Some were blue, some green, many silver and grey. There was even one that was yellow with red polka dots. That was the one shaped like the cucumber.

  Yet throughout this large landing bay, not a soul moved. Charlie expected more. He expected gaggles of aliens, all speaking wild and unnecessarily confusing languages. He expected to have to push his way through the crowd, reeling at the feel of the alien’s skin against his, jumping occasionally as a strange and unwanted tentacle brushed up against him in areas he didn’t want to be brushed up against. He expected something. Yet there was nothing.

  Charlie was a little disappointed.

  “This way,” Greebol ushered, guiding Charlie through the large bay amongst the spaceships.

  A particularly shiny ship with a hull that you just wanted to stroke and say “Ohhh”, beckoned Charlie towards it. He reached out a hand, desperate to stroke it and say “Ohhh”, but it was slapped away by Greebol quickly.

  “You do not want to be touching that,” he said quickly, “See the box at the top of the ship with the red flashing light?”

  Charlie nodded.

  “That is a system five security generator. Very expensive. Very powerful. If you had touched that ship you would have been fried. It would take hours to pull your chargrilled hand from the hull. Kentucky Fried Charlie!”

  Charlie shivered, scared now to touch anything in case it sent him up in flames. Once again he was moments away from death. And once again his bladder stretched. He was desperate. He hoped the toilets weren’t too far away.

  They arrived at a small doorway, where a large figure stood. Charlie backed away slightly. He knew the face on that figure. It was the pig-like alien from the electrical! Charlie panicked. He looked around in wild terror for some means of escape. But he didn’t want to hide behind any of these spaceships for fear of being fried by crazy murdering alarm systems!

  So instead he hid behind Greebol, who seemed remarkably calm.

  “Please ignore my friend,” the Gumthar said chirpily, “it is his first time on Baggus.”

  The pig-like alien grunted.

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��Step Forward For Identification Scan,” he growled.

  Charlie peered out from under Greebol’s armpit (which actually smelt nicer than the air of the city) and stared at the figure. The voice was different. Not much… but slightly. This pig-like alien had a gravelly voice and there was a strange croak like a frog twinge to his speech.

  Plus this particular alien wore an all-in-one costume. Dark grey with black stripes down either side. Large, black boots and matching gloves. A helmet on the top of his bulbous head with neon goggles that could slide up and down from it over his eyes.

  Perhaps this was not the same pig-like alien from the electrical.

  Greebol seemed to realise what was troubling the jittery Human and whispered out of the side of his mouth, “He is an Umfian. Do not be alarmed by his intimidating presence. They are all as timid as mice.”

  Charlie blinked. Greebol chuckled.

  “Okay that was a lie,” the Gumthar continued. “Actually they are one of the more dangerous folk. Could probably rip you in two with their little toes. But I did not want to scare you!”

  “You have one in stasis on the electric right?” Charlie asked.

  “Oh yes. He was a hard one to capture.”

  “I thought this was the same one!”

  “Yes… they do all look the same. Like sheep. I think they can tell each other apart. It would be highly confusing if not.”

  “Step Forward For Identification Scan,” the Umfian repeated, slightly more aggressively. He held in his hand a large flashing device that looked like something a sadistic dentist would use. In fact Charlie was sure he had seen his own dentist use something similar.

  “What’s he going to do to us?” Charlie gibbered.

  “Do not worry my friend. Just a blood scan.”

  “Won’t a blood scan show that you’re not really a Lampon… I mean Lampan?” Charlie really didn’t want to be the cause of any hundred year wars. It was the last thing he needed right now! “Won’t a blood scan show that you’re a Gumthar?”

  “Not to worry. I have replaced a section of my own blood with that of a Lampan’s.”