Popular Tales of Pilot Jim: Pilot Jim

By Tony Jim

Crazy adventures of science fiction space opera.
A selection of the best and craziest adventures of pilot Jim. Many of them inspired by popular tales from world literature.
An anthology of science fiction stories by Tony Jim: Writer of light science fiction short stories with touches of humor.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tony Jim
• Release date: May 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201551476

Tony Jim

Escritor de relatos cortos de ciencia ficción ligera con toques de humor. Entre estos relatos destacan los protagonizados por el piloto Jim, un extraño héroe galáctico, un tanto patoso, pero que en el fondo es buena gente.

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Popular Tales of Pilot Jim: Science Fiction and Fantasy

(Crazy Adventures of Pilot Jim)

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Tony Jim

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Este libro es un trabajo de ficción, cualquier semejanza con personas, vivas o muertas, o lugares o eventos, es pura coincidencia.

Table of Contents

Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter One: What the Count Hides

Chapter Two: The Witch of the Oldsmobile Delta 88

Chapter Three: From Superhero to villain

Chapter Four: Space Carpenter

Chapter Five: A Trekkie Adventure

Chapter Six: At That Time of Night

Chapter Seven: Cavernous Dragon

Introduction

Hello! Space-Time traveler, I'm Tony Jim and, like you, I love to travel through space and time.

If you're a Star Trek fan, you like Futurama and, science-fiction, you're in the right place.

I love history and science fiction, so one day I decided to put these two passions together to write light sci-fi stories, time travel, some humor stories and the somewhat absurd.

My passion for Star Trek also led me to set the adventures of pilot Jim, my most iconic character, in the exciting Trek universe.

I began to publish these stories in fanzines with a Trekkie theme, and then went on to specialized magazines such as Alfa Eridiani and Incredible Stories.

And so chino, chano, I already have 9 compilation works of my space-time adventures. The most recent ones are: Get a TUP, you'll travel, Repent pilot Jim, said the man and The Pilot... From Another World!

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This work brings together several of the pilot Jim's stories that pay homage to various tales from popular literature.

Chapter One: What the Count Hides

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I wake up with a huge headache. I am lying in some kind of bunk, made of straw and wood. I sit up enough to see that I am in a dirty cell with bars and everything.

Had the Klingons captured me again? It was a pretty high probability, because this barred cell thing is a very Spartan Klingon thing. Of course, the bunk did not bother me much, because even though it was a rather uncomfortable and rickety thing, at least it was a place to lie down, and it does not seem like a luxury that the Klingons have, come on, I imagine that even in the private quarters of a high Klingon official there are not bunks like this. And much less, in the authorized places made to hold their enemies.

I felt the area of my head that hurt the most, and I realized with great pain, that in that area a huge bump had been born. Fruit, surely, of some blow, of course.

That made me think that lately I’ve been hitting my head a lot, some will say that it is logical, given my legendary clumsiness; and, there will even be others who think that these repeated blows to the head would explain many things about me. But well, right now that didn't bring me any relief. It was clear that I had to be more vigilant on my next trips. It might be a good idea to wear a helmet on such trips. At that moment, I also realized that these repetitive blows to my beloved head coincided with times when I was traveling alone, without the company of some nice and beautiful alien or anything like it. Which may also explain these blows. Because of what one has the head in another place, which is usually said ...

I was thinking about all this, when suddenly I realized that in front of me there was a man with a certain strange face who was looking at me, sitting on a stool, from the other side of the bars.

It was a man who seemed to wear strange clothes, like leggings instead of pants, and a doublet instead of a shirt or T-shirt. On his head he seemed to be wearing a Phrygian hat, as well as that of a Smurf or a Catalan beret, and he was holding an enormous wooden club with both hands.

The archaic appearance of that lord, or at least of the clothes he was wearing, made me think of my previous adventure, where thanks to a possible failure of the TUP (Tele Transport Unipersonal) I had traveled through time and space to the remote past of the Earth, specifically 1863. So, the logical deduction was that by using such a device again, to try to return to my correct time and space, I had moved in Earth time again, but instead of into the future, this time more to the past, to a time that seemed somewhat medieval.

The logical thing would be to ask the man who was watching me from the other side of the cell where I was imprisoned, but of course, I could not ask him if we were in medieval times, because such a concept did not exist in this time. And, asking him what year we were in, could also be a thorny issue, given the uneducated appearance of such a character, or the possibility that he took me for a madman or a person upset in some sense.

In addition, such was the case that he did not understand me, that he did not understand my language, of course, if a secessionist soldier understood me, there was no reason to think that this good medieval man would not understand me as well. Why he could understand me, I did not know for sure. Perhaps that rumor was true that all members of the Starfleet, or former members as in my case, were implanted with a universal translation device to facilitate interactions with beings of other species or with beings of the same species but with different languages. Conclusion: better not to ask him about what time he was in, but without ruling out asking him something