A blog where one NaNoWriMo Seattle Duck posts the chapters of the novels she never wants published for people to enjoy in the literary abandon.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 12

Dom checked off the shipment as it arrived in the shipping dock. He glanced down at his clipboard, knowing they were to expect a third truck sometime tonight. So far he had gotten almost everything on his list. Once the items were unloaded from these large semis, they were then reloaded into smaller cars that left at sporadic intervals towards the mother ship. In his trips down there, he had managed to get the solar panels installed and feeding into the generator, which was now powering the facility.
            If he was going to get more power, he required more help to aid him in setting up the windmills. Those took the longest, and had to all be specifically tuned. Dom was hoping he could train someone to do it so he wouldn’t have to, but right now, none of the recruits seemed remotely interested. A good portion of them wanted to train with the weapons or the computers… but none of the general maintenance things. All of those tasks sounded too menial and pointless—or unimportant that there was really no point in having them as jobs. In the end, Dom had to drive down and get to work on installing everything—which caused him to have to put whatever he was currently building, on hold.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 11

Dom did not like the idea of upping their current production. It would require people to be working around the clock. The person that was currently doing that was D00m, and that’s because she miraculously didn’t die; and living off Monster and Rock Star among other food—occasionally. The whole council was currently in a heated debate about whether they should move to working 24/7. Right now he was just listening as many of them argued.
            “If we just keep going at the pace we’re at, we’ll never get finished in time. They’ll have that thing up in thirteen months,” Ane said, pointing to the picture they had currently displayed on the large screen from one of the projectors. Staring at it for several moments, Dom moved the design of the satellite to be shown from one of the other projectors.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 10

All the adjustments to the weapons were taking longer than Dom had originally anticipated. He had to keep ordering new parts, and then order other supplies from Hadrian and his other suppliers. It also didn’t help that they were getting a consistently larger group coming to their nightly meetings. This required him to order more food and provisions to meet the needs of their cause. The biggest problem with this though, was that more shipments and arrivals to the warehouse made things more suspicious. Or at least that’s what Dom thought.
            Tonight’s meeting though had everyone there. He was surprised they hadn’t been discovered yet. With this many people arriving, he knew he would have to schedule everyone to come and go at different times. It was already suspicious enough having this many people working for him during the night shift. Time sheets were posted throughout the basement informing people when each person needed to leave specifically so as not to rouse suspicion.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 9

Dom frowned, glaring at the screen before him. No one said reversing a brainwashed victim was easy… but it should not be this hard to crack this egg. Already he had lost a few days worth of sleep. Much like D00m, Dom was relying on coffee, tea, and every so often, an energy drink. He would catch a few hours rest here and there when he needed to stretch or close his eyes because he was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open.
            None of the programming was going right. His current victim was a friend of Minari’s that they desperately needed to help. This woman happened to be the princess’s lady in waiting that was a very close friend. She had tried to escape with her mistress, but unfortunately she was captured and sacrificed her wellbeing in order to protect the last member of the royal family.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 8

Dropping Dom and D00m off so early was not in her plans at all. Right now, Sola wanted to be sleeping; but no. She got roped into taking them to the airport. Grumbling about how late or… early it was, she helped them get out of the car before she hugged D00m briefly and then stood awkwardly with Dom.
            “So, I guess this is good-bye,” she said, wishing D00m were back over here and not just off somewhere probably checking in the baggage.
            “Well, we’ll be back. So it’s not… definite,” Dom said, hands in his pockets. He didn’t know whether it would be appropriate to hug her, or show some amount of affection. After all, he did ask her out—not in the most romantic way, but he was trying.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Writers vs Ritters: The EPIC Battle Chapter 7

            Dom busied himself with plans for weapons, armor, and of course, rebel insignias they could use to signify their existence. Carefully sketching out his plans in his little composition book, he looked up seeing Sola was making herself useful by listening to the radio, speeches and of course telecasts from the “Good for You” and Ritters party. It was important they figure out exactly what their plans were next so that they could be prepared. As he continually observed her, the phone rang, nearly scaring him out of his own skin. Digging through the mess of papers, he found the phone and answered.
            “Dom here, what can I do for you?” Sola looked up, curious to know who was on the phone. Rarely did someone call at this time of night… although that was generally the safest time to call downstairs. She watched him, figuring she could eavesdrop at least just a little. Just as Dom was about to speak, Sola caught sight of D00m some distance behind him in the basement. Squinting Sola had to hold back a giggle with the aid of her hand as Dom’s assistant swung from the lamps like Tarzan, or maybe even an ape. Turning her gaze back to her “boss” she saw he was calmly talking as if nothing was going on behind him.