Davron : The Universe Is Not Enough part 5

By Gary Weston

Part 5, The fight is on! The thrilling conclusion of the new serial. Hang on to your teeth!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gary Weston
• Release date: Jun 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513065250

Gary Weston

Hello again.I've added Drifta's Quest 2 on this site. Unlikely to be a Drifta's Quest 3 but never say never. I am already working on a new book to fit in between other creative projects. As a mere lad of 68 I have a good few years to tell my stories so I hope people will keep enjoying them.

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Chapter 84

'I'm fine, Commander. You go concentrate on your job.'

Commander Drakov said, 'I just had to make sure, Excellency. That was a pretty close call.'

Paul gently brushed away the nurse who was finishing off the many abrasions he had suffered. 'In the end, it all came down to a flying chimp to save us. Where is Muffin by the way?'

Marie Drakov said, 'Back with his girlfriend. I don't think he realises what a hero he is.'

'Any news from our fleet?'

'No, sir,' said Commander Drakov. 'The next time we hear from them is when they engage the enemy.' Lowering his voice and ensuring the room was clear, he added, 'Sir. One has to wonder about that drone targeting your city home not long after the aliens...I mean Patrick and the others were staying there.'

Paul scowled and replied, 'I wish these damn rumours about them could be lain to rest. It was Patrick who sent his pet into the building which saved the day. And they flew into battle taking out enemy ships. What more do they have to do?'

Marie said, 'I told Dad that, sir. Patrick was as worried about you and the others trapped with you as the rest of us were. He's genuine, I'm sure. I wish you could see that, Dad.'

'I'm trying to keep an open mind...'

Paul said, 'You could have fooled me. I suppose Carver is as open minded as you are.'

'A degree of scepticism is healthy, sir. But I'll respect your point of view and cut them some slack. We'll get back. You'll be going to the castle I presume, sir?'

'For now. I'll join you in the command centre in the morning.'

'Do you want me to contact you if anything happens?'

Paul replied, 'You determine if it's necessary. Goodnight.'

'Goodnight, sir.'

Chapter 85

'I shouldn't even be here.'

Burns had enough on his plate without a complaining engineer. 'Mr Devonshire. There wasn't time to let you off the ship before we took off. I'll ask one more time. How are the repairs going?'

'Yeah. Ok, sort of I think.'

'Great. I do love concise answers.'

Devonshire was a small man and the much bigger Burns scared the crap out of him. 'I'm on top of it. I just need to finish splicing up the main power wiring to the laser cannons. So much of it was fried so bad it isn't funny.'

'I'm not laughing.'

Devonshire persisted. 'Sir. Do you have any idea the number of connections to make? And heaven help us all if I get any of them...'

'How long?'

'Two hours?'

Burns snarled, 'Peachy. With a little luck, the enemy won't try to kill us before we're ready then. Maybe if I ask them nicely...'

Burns watched the little man scurry away to continue his work then he joined Captain Castell on the flight-deck.

'Do you think anyone would miss Devonshire if I accidentally ejected him out of the airlock?'

Castell said, 'I'll only miss him if he hasn't fixed the cannons first. Did he say how long?'

'A couple of hours. How long until we get to the alien signal point?'

Castell shrugged and said, 'If they obligingly stay put, another twenty-three hours. Is Patrick still going to attempt to communicate with them?'

'That's the plan. I'd rather go in all guns blazing myself. I want you ready for some serious ducking and diving when it gets ugly.'

Castell said, 'When not if?'

'They came close to killing off his Excellency. Not exactly the friendliest bunch we ever encountered. Be ready for when Patrick's neighbourhood call goes badly wrong then get our cannons firing. I want the targets lined up the second we have contact.'

'Assuming our weapons are actually working by then. But me being the proverbial optimist, what happens if they decide to invite us over for a coffee and a chat?'

Burns said, 'In my opinion, we'll be too busy trying to kill each other to accept.'

Chapter 86

Fighter captain Ford Anglia was nervous enough without Lieutenant Carver pacing the flight-deck behind him.

'Lieutenant. We'll get there when we get there.'

Carver stopped his pacing. 'Put the Romulus on the screen.'

'Again?'

'You've a problem with that?'

'Lieutenant. I may be a fighter captain, but that captaincy still outranks a lieutenant. I just thought I'd mention that little fact.'

Carver said, 'Noted, captain. But I have been placed in overall shipboard command. Excluding actually flying the ship. The Romulus?'

'Anything for a quiet life. There she is. Oooh!'

'What?'

'Surprise surprise. Exactly the same as it was before.'

'Zoom in.'

Anglia said, 'Any particular part of the ship?'

'All of it. Start from the front and pan backwards.'

The image of the front of the Romulus filled the screen. 'A thing of beauty,' said Anglia with a sigh.

'Seriously? In what way?'

Anglia shook his head and said, 'If space was your natural habitat, you wouldn't need to ask. Look at the symmetry. The flow of her lines. The proportions to bulk ratios. The...'

'Mind you don't orgasm. So she looks