Author: Ronald Wintrick
Publisher: Ronald Wintrick
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 278
Book Description
Science fiction space opera. Action, adventure, humor, romance and a lot more. Excerpt; “Take a sedative Melanie. I have to stay awake now. If you could be so kind as to bring me about five stimulants first I be greatly appreciative. Then before you go to sleep some food. I can't take the chance of going to the galley myself.” I said. “Just going to the head is going to be risk enough.” There was a head right outside the bridge but even that was a dangerous risk. Unfortunately it was a risk I was going to have to take, unless I wanted to soil myself. Unfortunately sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures but that one I just wouldn't be able to do. She made three trips, the third trip was my fifth stimulant and her bottle and glass. I had given her permission to drink as long as I was awake and there was absolutely nothing for her to do anyway. Her only job would be to sit in that co-pilots seat when I was asleep and wake me if it became necessary. We were going to be living on the bridge. The only good thing I could say about that was that my captains chair did recline. Melanie managed to get four drinks down before the sedative took her away, hopefully to sweet dreams. I got up and reclined her seat for her which didn't even come close to waking her. I picked at the food she had brought me over a period of hours, not wanting to fill my stomach. A full stomach would have the effect of tiring me and that I couldn't afford to let happen. Nine hours later Whelan was on the com. “Still awake?” “Still here Whelan.” “I know you said twelve hour shifts but I just had a good sleep and I know you have to be tired.” Whelan said. “So I'll take over now for a twelve and you can do a twelve next time. Get some sleep Marc. Try to sleep for a solid twelve if you can.” I thought that was possible actually as tired as I was. Melanie was stretching I noticed, our conversation having woken her. I looked at her and her eyes were open. “Use the doc. Go get yourself about five stimulants. Get enough food to last the day and use the head. You're about to be on deck.” No talk of reluctance today she rose to do as bid. She had a healthy desire to live. That was clear enough. I connected com to the ships stereo system and put the volume on high. If Whelan had a sudden warning to give I was definitely going to wake up. Then I poured a cognac. Three would be my limit but no sedatives. It wouldn't even be close to getting me drunk but it would help me get to sleep without the sedatives. I definitely could not take sedatives. I needed to be able to wake up if it became necessary. Our ships were in passive mode. Everything that we could afford to power down was powered down. If the Tssah passed over our crevice it was possible they might not notice us before it was too late. The guns held residual charges, maybe a few shots from each and hope that was enough while I brought the ship back to life to continue fighting should that be necessary. She that even be possible, I amended. I really had no idea just how advanced they were. Certainly not the most advanced but certainly more advanced than we were. Melanie came back with stimulants and food on a tray she had found and saw the drink in my hand. “I thought you weren't going to get drunk?” “I'm not.” I said. “Just a few. I can't afford to take a sedative. My shift starts again in twelve hours. Try not to make noise and I'm going to try to sleep all the way through.” “I take it Whelan is doing his twelve now?” Melanie said. “He is but I have consistently been a better fighter. I'm going to need you to be on point Melanie. This is truly serious. This is as serious as it gets. I know you'll be bored but this is our lives and we won't get second chances.” “I understand. I'll be awake and I'll be sitting right here the whole time, unless I have to use the head and there's nothing I can do about that except try and make it quick.” I told her about the com being connected to the stereo system, drank my drinks and not surprisingly, fell fast asleep. I only got up once to use the head. Good to her word Melanie was awake and alert next to me. And sober. The co-pilot had the same console I had including access to the guns. If I took control of my console it overrode hers. I used the head and watched for a moment while she did the same. I had another drink and back asleep. I slept a total of about nine hours. When I awoke rested I unhooked the stereo from com, used the doc, made stimulants and got something to eat. Then I was back on the bridge. Melanie did of course know how to use the guns and was very good. There was a practice program that was just like the real thing to help acclimate a person to this particular system and she was nearly as good as me, maybe just as good. She was after all a gunner by trade. Whelan had a little over two hours left of his shift so added to my twelve hour shift it was a total of fourteen hours I would have to be alert. Perfectly doable. “If you want to drink go right ahead.” I said. “I'm basically on duty for the next fourteen hours.” “I thought you'd never ask.” Melanie said. She picked up a half empty bottle, filled her glass and drank it down. I watched enviously.
Marc Deveroux
Author: Ronald Wintrick
Publisher: Ronald Wintrick
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 278
Book Description
Science fiction space opera. Action, adventure, humor, romance and a lot more. Excerpt; “Take a sedative Melanie. I have to stay awake now. If you could be so kind as to bring me about five stimulants first I be greatly appreciative. Then before you go to sleep some food. I can't take the chance of going to the galley myself.” I said. “Just going to the head is going to be risk enough.” There was a head right outside the bridge but even that was a dangerous risk. Unfortunately it was a risk I was going to have to take, unless I wanted to soil myself. Unfortunately sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures but that one I just wouldn't be able to do. She made three trips, the third trip was my fifth stimulant and her bottle and glass. I had given her permission to drink as long as I was awake and there was absolutely nothing for her to do anyway. Her only job would be to sit in that co-pilots seat when I was asleep and wake me if it became necessary. We were going to be living on the bridge. The only good thing I could say about that was that my captains chair did recline. Melanie managed to get four drinks down before the sedative took her away, hopefully to sweet dreams. I got up and reclined her seat for her which didn't even come close to waking her. I picked at the food she had brought me over a period of hours, not wanting to fill my stomach. A full stomach would have the effect of tiring me and that I couldn't afford to let happen. Nine hours later Whelan was on the com. “Still awake?” “Still here Whelan.” “I know you said twelve hour shifts but I just had a good sleep and I know you have to be tired.” Whelan said. “So I'll take over now for a twelve and you can do a twelve next time. Get some sleep Marc. Try to sleep for a solid twelve if you can.” I thought that was possible actually as tired as I was. Melanie was stretching I noticed, our conversation having woken her. I looked at her and her eyes were open. “Use the doc. Go get yourself about five stimulants. Get enough food to last the day and use the head. You're about to be on deck.” No talk of reluctance today she rose to do as bid. She had a healthy desire to live. That was clear enough. I connected com to the ships stereo system and put the volume on high. If Whelan had a sudden warning to give I was definitely going to wake up. Then I poured a cognac. Three would be my limit but no sedatives. It wouldn't even be close to getting me drunk but it would help me get to sleep without the sedatives. I definitely could not take sedatives. I needed to be able to wake up if it became necessary. Our ships were in passive mode. Everything that we could afford to power down was powered down. If the Tssah passed over our crevice it was possible they might not notice us before it was too late. The guns held residual charges, maybe a few shots from each and hope that was enough while I brought the ship back to life to continue fighting should that be necessary. She that even be possible, I amended. I really had no idea just how advanced they were. Certainly not the most advanced but certainly more advanced than we were. Melanie came back with stimulants and food on a tray she had found and saw the drink in my hand. “I thought you weren't going to get drunk?” “I'm not.” I said. “Just a few. I can't afford to take a sedative. My shift starts again in twelve hours. Try not to make noise and I'm going to try to sleep all the way through.” “I take it Whelan is doing his twelve now?” Melanie said. “He is but I have consistently been a better fighter. I'm going to need you to be on point Melanie. This is truly serious. This is as serious as it gets. I know you'll be bored but this is our lives and we won't get second chances.” “I understand. I'll be awake and I'll be sitting right here the whole time, unless I have to use the head and there's nothing I can do about that except try and make it quick.” I told her about the com being connected to the stereo system, drank my drinks and not surprisingly, fell fast asleep. I only got up once to use the head. Good to her word Melanie was awake and alert next to me. And sober. The co-pilot had the same console I had including access to the guns. If I took control of my console it overrode hers. I used the head and watched for a moment while she did the same. I had another drink and back asleep. I slept a total of about nine hours. When I awoke rested I unhooked the stereo from com, used the doc, made stimulants and got something to eat. Then I was back on the bridge. Melanie did of course know how to use the guns and was very good. There was a practice program that was just like the real thing to help acclimate a person to this particular system and she was nearly as good as me, maybe just as good. She was after all a gunner by trade. Whelan had a little over two hours left of his shift so added to my twelve hour shift it was a total of fourteen hours I would have to be alert. Perfectly doable. “If you want to drink go right ahead.” I said. “I'm basically on duty for the next fourteen hours.” “I thought you'd never ask.” Melanie said. She picked up a half empty bottle, filled her glass and drank it down. I watched enviously.
Publisher: Ronald Wintrick
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 278
Book Description
Science fiction space opera. Action, adventure, humor, romance and a lot more. Excerpt; “Take a sedative Melanie. I have to stay awake now. If you could be so kind as to bring me about five stimulants first I be greatly appreciative. Then before you go to sleep some food. I can't take the chance of going to the galley myself.” I said. “Just going to the head is going to be risk enough.” There was a head right outside the bridge but even that was a dangerous risk. Unfortunately it was a risk I was going to have to take, unless I wanted to soil myself. Unfortunately sometimes desperate times called for desperate measures but that one I just wouldn't be able to do. She made three trips, the third trip was my fifth stimulant and her bottle and glass. I had given her permission to drink as long as I was awake and there was absolutely nothing for her to do anyway. Her only job would be to sit in that co-pilots seat when I was asleep and wake me if it became necessary. We were going to be living on the bridge. The only good thing I could say about that was that my captains chair did recline. Melanie managed to get four drinks down before the sedative took her away, hopefully to sweet dreams. I got up and reclined her seat for her which didn't even come close to waking her. I picked at the food she had brought me over a period of hours, not wanting to fill my stomach. A full stomach would have the effect of tiring me and that I couldn't afford to let happen. Nine hours later Whelan was on the com. “Still awake?” “Still here Whelan.” “I know you said twelve hour shifts but I just had a good sleep and I know you have to be tired.” Whelan said. “So I'll take over now for a twelve and you can do a twelve next time. Get some sleep Marc. Try to sleep for a solid twelve if you can.” I thought that was possible actually as tired as I was. Melanie was stretching I noticed, our conversation having woken her. I looked at her and her eyes were open. “Use the doc. Go get yourself about five stimulants. Get enough food to last the day and use the head. You're about to be on deck.” No talk of reluctance today she rose to do as bid. She had a healthy desire to live. That was clear enough. I connected com to the ships stereo system and put the volume on high. If Whelan had a sudden warning to give I was definitely going to wake up. Then I poured a cognac. Three would be my limit but no sedatives. It wouldn't even be close to getting me drunk but it would help me get to sleep without the sedatives. I definitely could not take sedatives. I needed to be able to wake up if it became necessary. Our ships were in passive mode. Everything that we could afford to power down was powered down. If the Tssah passed over our crevice it was possible they might not notice us before it was too late. The guns held residual charges, maybe a few shots from each and hope that was enough while I brought the ship back to life to continue fighting should that be necessary. She that even be possible, I amended. I really had no idea just how advanced they were. Certainly not the most advanced but certainly more advanced than we were. Melanie came back with stimulants and food on a tray she had found and saw the drink in my hand. “I thought you weren't going to get drunk?” “I'm not.” I said. “Just a few. I can't afford to take a sedative. My shift starts again in twelve hours. Try not to make noise and I'm going to try to sleep all the way through.” “I take it Whelan is doing his twelve now?” Melanie said. “He is but I have consistently been a better fighter. I'm going to need you to be on point Melanie. This is truly serious. This is as serious as it gets. I know you'll be bored but this is our lives and we won't get second chances.” “I understand. I'll be awake and I'll be sitting right here the whole time, unless I have to use the head and there's nothing I can do about that except try and make it quick.” I told her about the com being connected to the stereo system, drank my drinks and not surprisingly, fell fast asleep. I only got up once to use the head. Good to her word Melanie was awake and alert next to me. And sober. The co-pilot had the same console I had including access to the guns. If I took control of my console it overrode hers. I used the head and watched for a moment while she did the same. I had another drink and back asleep. I slept a total of about nine hours. When I awoke rested I unhooked the stereo from com, used the doc, made stimulants and got something to eat. Then I was back on the bridge. Melanie did of course know how to use the guns and was very good. There was a practice program that was just like the real thing to help acclimate a person to this particular system and she was nearly as good as me, maybe just as good. She was after all a gunner by trade. Whelan had a little over two hours left of his shift so added to my twelve hour shift it was a total of fourteen hours I would have to be alert. Perfectly doable. “If you want to drink go right ahead.” I said. “I'm basically on duty for the next fourteen hours.” “I thought you'd never ask.” Melanie said. She picked up a half empty bottle, filled her glass and drank it down. I watched enviously.
Chronicles of a Space Mercenary
Author: Ronald Wintrick
Publisher: Ronald Wintrick
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 325
Book Description
The thing I hated most about working for the government, any government, they all seemed to think alike, was that then they invariably thought that they owned you. Patriotism, duty and all those other words that meant they thought they were entitled to what was yours. All meaningless trite to a world-less vagabond like myself. My ship was my home and I needed no other."They're waiting for a response, Captain!" Tanya Serensen said, my strong First and the meanest bitch I have ever met.The war was over. We were, had been, part of the Federation forces which had unsuccessfully attempted to unify the four hundred and seventy-two known human worlds. We had been smashed ruthlessly, to put mildly what had been a lost cause from the beginning. I had been paid handsomely with trade goods and supplies; semi-precious metals and fuel rods, to be exact, plus I'd brought my ship, Last Chance, and my crew through without a scratch. So I had not complained when everyone started signing peace treaties.The problem began when I informed my erstwhile employers that with hostilities ended, so too were my obligations. I had fulfilled to the letter our contract. I owed them nothing more. They had not agreed.There were now three of my former allies, positioned in attack formation outside Last Chance's hull. Not only did they not feel as if I had not completely fulfilled my end of the bargain, but I was getting the distinct impression they would not be satisfied until they had added Last Chance herself to their now depleted arsenal. I guess they felt, that with all the losses they had suffered, that Last Chance would be a welcome addition to their much depleted Navy. I guess they hadn't quite learned their lesson about attempting to force their wills on unwilling subjects. Some people are simply incapable of understanding. Especially people in positions of power, like governments, for example."You bastards!" I snarled. I should have known these ungrateful hypocrites would try to back stab me, especially now that every planet was a law unto itself, only answerable to itself, and they angry at the defeat they had suffered. They were quick at jumping on the bandwagon of self governance, now that no unifying government held sway. That was for sure."Is that your response?" Tanya asked, no inflection in her voice."No!" I snapped. The crazy bitch would repeat it too, if I didn't specifically say no! A first impression of Tanya Serensen would never give you the insightful depth that existed behind her innocent appearing, stunningly beautiful face. Blond hair, blue eyes, body and face of a love goddess, barely fifty kilos soaking wet, but as vicious as a Tarnian Bola Raptor when angered, and if you've ever been to Tarnia you know there is no living creature meaner nor better able to defend itself. That's my Tanya, in a nutshell. A very tough, unbreakable nutcase."What are we going to do?" Demanded David Bren, my Science Engineer, when I didn't immediately make a decision. Bren is a mathematical genius and quite able to compute our odds, no matter which decision I ultimately made, whether we fought or fled, against the three Class Four Katon Destroyers which were arrayed around us in a roughly triangular formation. Not that it took a mathematical genius to figure these odds. We were fucked, and that was the long and the short of it! To fight would be bad. To flee, worse. To surrender, the worst! They weren't going to let us survive to go running around telling anyone who would listen how we had been robbed by the honest, law abiding Katons. They had...
Publisher: Ronald Wintrick
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 325
Book Description
The thing I hated most about working for the government, any government, they all seemed to think alike, was that then they invariably thought that they owned you. Patriotism, duty and all those other words that meant they thought they were entitled to what was yours. All meaningless trite to a world-less vagabond like myself. My ship was my home and I needed no other."They're waiting for a response, Captain!" Tanya Serensen said, my strong First and the meanest bitch I have ever met.The war was over. We were, had been, part of the Federation forces which had unsuccessfully attempted to unify the four hundred and seventy-two known human worlds. We had been smashed ruthlessly, to put mildly what had been a lost cause from the beginning. I had been paid handsomely with trade goods and supplies; semi-precious metals and fuel rods, to be exact, plus I'd brought my ship, Last Chance, and my crew through without a scratch. So I had not complained when everyone started signing peace treaties.The problem began when I informed my erstwhile employers that with hostilities ended, so too were my obligations. I had fulfilled to the letter our contract. I owed them nothing more. They had not agreed.There were now three of my former allies, positioned in attack formation outside Last Chance's hull. Not only did they not feel as if I had not completely fulfilled my end of the bargain, but I was getting the distinct impression they would not be satisfied until they had added Last Chance herself to their now depleted arsenal. I guess they felt, that with all the losses they had suffered, that Last Chance would be a welcome addition to their much depleted Navy. I guess they hadn't quite learned their lesson about attempting to force their wills on unwilling subjects. Some people are simply incapable of understanding. Especially people in positions of power, like governments, for example."You bastards!" I snarled. I should have known these ungrateful hypocrites would try to back stab me, especially now that every planet was a law unto itself, only answerable to itself, and they angry at the defeat they had suffered. They were quick at jumping on the bandwagon of self governance, now that no unifying government held sway. That was for sure."Is that your response?" Tanya asked, no inflection in her voice."No!" I snapped. The crazy bitch would repeat it too, if I didn't specifically say no! A first impression of Tanya Serensen would never give you the insightful depth that existed behind her innocent appearing, stunningly beautiful face. Blond hair, blue eyes, body and face of a love goddess, barely fifty kilos soaking wet, but as vicious as a Tarnian Bola Raptor when angered, and if you've ever been to Tarnia you know there is no living creature meaner nor better able to defend itself. That's my Tanya, in a nutshell. A very tough, unbreakable nutcase."What are we going to do?" Demanded David Bren, my Science Engineer, when I didn't immediately make a decision. Bren is a mathematical genius and quite able to compute our odds, no matter which decision I ultimately made, whether we fought or fled, against the three Class Four Katon Destroyers which were arrayed around us in a roughly triangular formation. Not that it took a mathematical genius to figure these odds. We were fucked, and that was the long and the short of it! To fight would be bad. To flee, worse. To surrender, the worst! They weren't going to let us survive to go running around telling anyone who would listen how we had been robbed by the honest, law abiding Katons. They had...
Chronicles of a Space Mercenary: The Saga
Author: Ronald Wintrick
Publisher: Ronald Wintrick
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 924
Book Description
Books 1-3 of the Chronicles of a Space Mercenary Saga
Publisher: Ronald Wintrick
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 924
Book Description
Books 1-3 of the Chronicles of a Space Mercenary Saga
Inquisitionum in Officio Rotulorum Cancellariae Hiberniae Asservatarum Repertorium: Lagenia. 1826 ; Vol. II. Ultonia. 1829
Subject Catalog
Author: Library of Congress
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Subject catalogs
Languages : en
Pages : 1040
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Subject catalogs
Languages : en
Pages : 1040
Book Description
Raising the Dead
Author: Lisa Compton
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press Inc
ISBN: 1509254447
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 246
Book Description
Free from the shackles of the FBI, Olivia Osborne is on a new quest. Empowered by the words of a dead man, Olivia is determined to find the collective of Gifted she knows are out there. She has a due date looming and being on her own is no longer an option. Olivia desperately needs the teacher she never had. At the same time, there’s a new monster in town, one who seeks to pull the Gifted from the shadows, and she’s willing to use the dead to do it.
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press Inc
ISBN: 1509254447
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 246
Book Description
Free from the shackles of the FBI, Olivia Osborne is on a new quest. Empowered by the words of a dead man, Olivia is determined to find the collective of Gifted she knows are out there. She has a due date looming and being on her own is no longer an option. Olivia desperately needs the teacher she never had. At the same time, there’s a new monster in town, one who seeks to pull the Gifted from the shadows, and she’s willing to use the dead to do it.
Catalog of Prints, Engravings, Photographs, and Original Art Materials
Author: Folger Shakespeare Library
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Art
Languages : en
Pages : 646
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Art
Languages : en
Pages : 646
Book Description
The Godfather of New England Stock Car Racing
Author: Adrienne J Venditti
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 1796010774
Category : Biography & Autobiography
Languages : en
Pages : 955
Book Description
This book is dedicated to the man whose life inspired me to tell his story. His name is D. Anthony Venditti, widely known as the Godfather of Stock Car Racing in New England. It is also dedicated to my mother, with her eternal love and devoted support of her beloved Anthony, her family, and racing. She and the Godfather enabled and empowered our family to persevere in the sport. This is to all those with unending convictions in the Godfather and to the Seekonk Fraternity of racing. This book is a pictorial and a closer look at the life of the Godfather. He was the youngest promoter in motor sports in the United States in the 1940s. And as a twenty-five-year-old, he planned, engineered, and built his speedway. He was young and full of ambition. It was his dream, an American dream, to build, open, and operate his speedway at the end of World War II, in 1946. Yet when in his advanced years, he then became known as the oldest living promoter in stock car racing. He consecutively ran his race plant each year, faithfully opening his facility, without fail. He never missed a season under his reign—an unheard-of feat of forty-five years as a stock car racing promoter. Seekonk Speedway continues to run without any ambiguity by the same family. The speedway is proudly still in business all these seventy-three consecutive years of racing in the books. Anthony is celebrated and acclaimed for his pioneering in the American sport of auto racing, awarded RPM’s “1978 Promoter of the Year.” It was with great adoration of the sports community that he is acknowledged for his forethought and far-reaching ideas of innovation pertaining to mechanical engineering, safety features in facility construction, and administrative procedures. Mr. Venditti is attributed to numerous awards for his devotion for the betterment of the sport of auto racing.
Publisher: Xlibris Corporation
ISBN: 1796010774
Category : Biography & Autobiography
Languages : en
Pages : 955
Book Description
This book is dedicated to the man whose life inspired me to tell his story. His name is D. Anthony Venditti, widely known as the Godfather of Stock Car Racing in New England. It is also dedicated to my mother, with her eternal love and devoted support of her beloved Anthony, her family, and racing. She and the Godfather enabled and empowered our family to persevere in the sport. This is to all those with unending convictions in the Godfather and to the Seekonk Fraternity of racing. This book is a pictorial and a closer look at the life of the Godfather. He was the youngest promoter in motor sports in the United States in the 1940s. And as a twenty-five-year-old, he planned, engineered, and built his speedway. He was young and full of ambition. It was his dream, an American dream, to build, open, and operate his speedway at the end of World War II, in 1946. Yet when in his advanced years, he then became known as the oldest living promoter in stock car racing. He consecutively ran his race plant each year, faithfully opening his facility, without fail. He never missed a season under his reign—an unheard-of feat of forty-five years as a stock car racing promoter. Seekonk Speedway continues to run without any ambiguity by the same family. The speedway is proudly still in business all these seventy-three consecutive years of racing in the books. Anthony is celebrated and acclaimed for his pioneering in the American sport of auto racing, awarded RPM’s “1978 Promoter of the Year.” It was with great adoration of the sports community that he is acknowledged for his forethought and far-reaching ideas of innovation pertaining to mechanical engineering, safety features in facility construction, and administrative procedures. Mr. Venditti is attributed to numerous awards for his devotion for the betterment of the sport of auto racing.
Catalog of Printed Books of the Folger Shakespeare Library, Washington, D. C. : First Supplement
Author: Folger Shakespeare Library
Publisher: MacMillan Publishing Company
ISBN:
Category : Reference
Languages : en
Pages : 708
Book Description
Publisher: MacMillan Publishing Company
ISBN:
Category : Reference
Languages : en
Pages : 708
Book Description