ALTERNATE TALES OF THE STAR FORCE

STAR BLAZERS---IT NEVER RAINS IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

A Postscript to THE NEW COMET--- BY: Frederick P. Kopetz


This Story is being completed with the Cooperation and Assistance of Derek A.C. Wakefield (as usual)---Freddo


PART ONE: OF THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT…


 

I. A RAINY NIGHT

Earth

The San Diego Megalopolis

San Diego Central Hospital

Thursday, February 11, 2208

1505 Hours Local Time

 


 

Nova Wildstar decided to stick her head outside San Diego Central Hospital as her shift came close to its end.

 

She went outside with Dawn Hardy, who was working with her this day at the hospital.

 

“It’s getting warm again,” said Dawn with a sigh as she ran her hand over her now 6 and a half months’ pregnant stomach.

 

It was drizzling slightly, and there were a few pieces of dead snow on the ground; leftovers from Sunday’s snowstorm. Nova could see waves of steam coming up from the road in front of the hospital beneath her sandals as she sipped at some coffee.

 

“Is weather always this weird in San Diego in the winter?” Nova said. “Monday, we were freezing and I needed my boots and a heavy coat with the snow on the ground. Tuesday, it got a little warmer, I needed a lighter coat and pumps and stockings. Yesterday, it was warm, just put on my uniform coat and broke out the sandals. Today, it’s almost too warm for a coat. Tomorrow, we might be at work in the light tunics we wore on Iscandar, and if it gets even warmer, I might be sitting on the beach naked with the kids on Saturday afternoon nursing them like back in October. And that’s before it gets cold again like they say it will next week!”

 

“No, it just used to be rainy in the winters here,” said Dawn. “At least it was like that last year,” she said as she sat in the grass. “My ankles hurt.”

 

“Water weight gain from your twins,” Nova said. “The last time Doctor Sane and I had a look on the ultrasound, they were getting big.”

 

“Too big,” Dawn said. She looked at her pregnant stomach and sighed. “How much fatter am I going to get?”

 

“You remember how I looked when I was expecting,” Nova replied. “Use that as a benchmark.”

 

Dawn looked down, wiggling her own sandaled toes up. I can still just about see them over this stomach, she thought mournfully. “Jeff thinks I’m fat,” Dawn said.

 

“He does not,” Nova said.

 

“He thinks I am just grotesque,” Dawn said as she was close to tears. Nova hugged her, thinking, It must be the hormones. I got like that a lot when I was carrying Alex and Ariel.

 

Then, both Dawn and Nova looked up when they heard an arguing couple approaching.

 

Dawn set aside her own feelings when she saw Angie Hartcliffe, who was now close to nine months’ pregnant, walking along in silence in a short maternity dress and flip-flops holding her stomach as Bryan Hartcliffe walked behind her, berating her. Bryan had on his flight jacket and uniform, but his hair was more scraggly than ever and he was working on about four days’ worth of a growth of beard. Even though he was, ostensibly, serving part-time at the nearby airbase while he awaited his next Court-Martial (the General Court-Martial he had asked for), he looked more like a hippie than a member of the EDF. Even though he had earned the right (under probation) to stay with his pregnant wife for humanitarian reasons, both Angie and Nova knew that he was in a habit now of taking off for a few days at a time with his guitar. He had almost had to be re-arrested twice before he got the point.

 

“Yer know, you’d better take better care of yerself, Angie!” he mocked. “Maybe then, you wouldn’t look so much like a blimp and wanna be outta yer shoes and pants all the time! I get yer knocked up, and fer what? For you to be an idiot!”

 

“I can’t help it! I’m carrying your son, you idiot! I’m calling Clive, and I want him out here to help us!” Angie sobbed back.

 

“My cousin?” yelled Bryan as Nova and Dawn looked on in shock. Dawn looked at Nova, who nodded, and whispered, “He needs another talking to…wait here.”

 

“Yes, your cousin! He said he’d want to come to the States to help if he could. He knows what you are going through with your upcoming trial and all that!” Angie snapped back.

 

“Don’t mention that in public! I’m warnin’ ya!” yelled Bryan.

 

Nova came up and stared down Bryan and said, “Mister Hartcliffe, if I remember correctly, you beat her in public that time in that shuttle. Everyone in San Diego knows you are finally standing the General Court-Martial you demanded at the end of this month for that gross offense, so stop the charade already! I met your cousin Clive once almost seven years ago, when I was on a world tour after we came back from Iscandar when Derek was off in space on the Argo on that one-year patrol. Your cousin was a gentleman and a pleasant person to be around. Unlike you.”

 

“Yeah, right! Let me charmin’ cousin steal Angie’s heart away?”

 

“He would not do that, he is not that sort,” Nova said. “He knew about Derek and I and never made a move on me in late 2200.” Nova did not mention that Clive had warned her about his cousin Bryan and his drunken, disgusting ways over a platonic dinner one night in London, but she knew when to keep her mouth shut. “So, why not let him stay over for a few days after Richie is born?”

 

“What do you think of that, Richie?” Angie said as she talked to her stomach. She smiled a little and said, “I think he likes the idea, Bryan. He just kicked me.”

 

“Yer stupid, thinkin’ you can talk to a hunk of protoplasm in your stomach,” snapped Bryan.

 

“That hunk of protoplasm is your son, who is already complete right down to his little toenails,” snapped Angie as tears ran down her cheeks. Nova hugged her, but Bryan did nothing except for walking away with his back turned to his wife and almost-born son. He began throwing pebbles into a fountain as Nova whispered, “Has he been drinking again? He’s not allowed to…”

 

“Not that I know of,” whispered Angie. “I’m not sure what he does late at night, though…when I cry myself to sleep…”

 

“Why do you think we need your cousin out here?” Nova said as Dawn sat nearby, looking neglected and depressed. “Things will work out,” Nova said as she looked at Angie and then at Dawn.

 

“Yeah, right,” said Dawn.

 


 

II. MALE BONDING

Earth

The San Diego Megalopolis

The Wildstars’ Apartment

Thursday, February 11, 2208

1602 Hours Local Time

 


 

Commodore Derek Wildstar had just gotten into the apartment from the Argo about half an hour ago, and he was alone, having changed out of his uniform into grubby old clothes.

 

Upon checking the phone, he found a message from Nova stating that she was done with her shift but was waiting for either Katrina or Dawn to show up to help her get Alex and Ariel out of daycare and into her aircar. Also, Nova asked if he could order out for food; she was too tired to cook tonight.

 

Satisfied with knowing where most of his family was, Derek found himself looking over a menu from a Chinese takeout place that both he and Nova liked. He was trying to decide whether he wanted Moo Shu Pork with pancakes or a Subgum Wonton Seafood special for himself when the apartment door burst open and Jonathan came in.

 

“Jon, you’re late!” teased Derek as the boy got out of his school sandals and shrugged off his uniform blazer. “No kiss for your dad?”

 

“C’mon, Dad, I’m too old to kiss you,” joked back Jonathan when he ran in. “That’s the sort of stuff my baby brother Alex does! Where’s Mom? I’m hungry?”

 

“Your mother’s tired; we’re ordering Chinese food tonight,” said Derek as he tossed him the Moon Panda Garden menu. Derek got up and stretched, looking lean and sleek in his gym shorts, bare feet, and t-shirt. Jonathan ran in with his school tie half undone and his shirt buttoned down over his grey shorts. He grabbed the menu from his dad and said, “Eight egg rolls for me. That’s about it.”

 

“Eight egg rolls,” said Derek. “Junk food?”

 

“Egg rolls are not junk food, Dad. And you eat most of the egg rolls whenever we order out. Mom looks at you funny.”

 

“She looks at you funny, squirt,” teased Derek as he slapped his son playfully in the head.

 

“Yeah?” teased Jonathan. “I learned some wrestling tricks in gym today. Wanna try me out?”

 

“I’m not sure I want to wrestle now,” yawned Derek. “I want a beer, to be honest.”

 

“Oh, Dad’s getting old? The big hero is getting old?”

 

“You’re on!” yelled Derek as he tossed aside the food menu. Jonathan and he began to circle around the living room, jumping at each other when the time was right.

 

They met in the middle of the floor with a crash. Derek tried to pin Jonathan, but the teenager had gotten stronger since they had sprung him from the orphanage some months ago. Also, he was smaller, thinner, and more wriggly than his father. He squiggled out of two holds, and had his father laughing as he jumped on Derek’s back and began pulling his hair. However, Derek was not letting his son pin him.

 

Someone’s bare leg knocked over a small end table and a metal fruit bowl and the fruit went flying. Derek laughed as he tried to pin Jonathan again, but saw his son just wriggle free.

 

The two of them wrestled and knocked more things over for another few minutes. They did not notice the door opening, and they didn’t notice Nova and Katrina holding Alex and Ariel and looking down at them with a mixture of bemusement and annoyance until Derek looked up and said, “WHOOPS!”

 

“And what were you two doing?” Nova asked as she held Alex.

 

“Inspecting the floor, Mom,” said Jonathan..

 

“It looked like you were both wrestling,” said Katrina dubiously as Derek jumped up and kissed Nova and Alex.

 

“We were inspecting the floor, Nova, honest,” said Derek. “Then…uhh…we got carried away, and…”

 

“Didn’t I tell you two to take your wrestling matches out into the yard?” Nova snapped.

 

“Does this happen often?” said Katrina.

 

“More often than you’d know,” Nova said as she mussed Derek’s hair and then pulled Jonathan over to kiss him. “These two boys here are both a little idiotic when it gets hot!”

 

“Of course, I do different things to you,” Derek said with a grin as he grabbed Nova’s bare legs. A minute later, the barefoot, nurse’s-tunic clad young mother was being tickled like crazy as she held Alex.

 

Alex cooed and crawled out of his mommy’s lap. Nova squealed, “Alex, help your mother! HELP!” Nova was soon squealing with laughter as Derek was tickling her ribs. Then, Nova winked at Katrina, and did a quick wrestling move of her own, and the great Derek Wildstar found himself pinned by his fast, slender young wife, who got on top of him and began to tickle him until he yelled.

 

Alex laughed like crazy, and Ariel screamed with giggles. Then, the little girl added to the noise by banging a few “chords” on a tinkly baby toy piano that her parents left around. Then, she found a ring toy and threw a few rings at Jonathan while going “PHHHHHBBBBT” and blowing raspberries loudly with her tongue.

 

“Is it just me, or has everyone in here gone crazyish?” Katrina laughed. She sat on the floor bemused as she watched all five Wildstars tickling each other, making noises, wrestling, or throwing baby toys around in what looked like organized chaos as Nova yelled, “Derek, where’d you put that Moon Panda Garden Menu?”

 

“I dunno,” said Derek in reply.

 


 

III. BRYAN, BRINGER OF CHAOS

Earth

The San Diego Megalopolis

The Wildstars’ Apartment

Thursday, February 11, 2208

1745 Hours Local Time

 

 

“So what are you doing in town, Katrina?” asked Derek a while later after he had called out for food and after it had arrived.

 

“Work, and I miss Foxy,” sighed Katrina.

 

“Work?” asked Nova as she sat on the floor with Alex in her lap. Nova had changed into an old sweater and bikini bottoms; she was alternating between feeding little Alex some baby food from a small dish and offering her breast to him.

 

“You remember that I work for the Jane’s Aerospace Magazine”, said Katrina as she sat with Ariel in her lap. Ariel was giggling as Katrina occassionally dangled a jangly toy above her head. “I had to come into the office this week to catch up on some work I could not send home to my home office via the Web. I also had to visit some ships because I’m doing an article on the refits going on here in town.”

 

Derek rolled up his eyes at that one; earlier that week, on the under-refit Argo, Katrina had interviewed him in his cabin for close to an hour. Derek had responded to her questions as best as he possibly could without giving anything away. He was eating some Moo Shu Pork at the moment, and was trying to keep from dropping it on the floor as Jonathan sat beside him wolfing down roast pork fried rice. “Yes, we know that, Katrina. Or, I know that.”

 

“Why didn’t you tell me, Derek?” said Nova as she worked on some orange-flavored chicken herself as she gave Alex her breast.

 

“I forgot?” said Derek. Nova playfully kicked him with a bare foot just as the doorbell rang.

 

“May I put her down for a moment?” said Katrina as she handed Ariel to Jonathan.

 

He nodded, and Katrina ran up to open the door. As she opened the door, she was shocked to see Foxy standing there!

 

“Wha…?” said Katrina, at a loss for words as Foxy smiled at her.

 

“I followed you here to the States.”

 

“Why?” whispered Katrina.

 

“I missed you, silly!” said Foxy.

 

Both of them hugged hard on the threshold of the townhouse, sobbing slightly with joy as they kissed.

 

Then, a moment later, Katrina pulled back, in just enough time to see a sobbing Angie Hartcliffe running up to the townhouse, holding her stomach.

 

“What’s happening?” asked Katrina as Angie ran up the steps to the porch as quickly as possible.

 

“My stomach hurts! It really hurts! I need to see Nova!

 

Nova sat up (with both Alex and Ariel at her breasts now) in enough time to see Angie running into the living room, crying her eyes out. She looked very pale.

 

“Nova! I need to have someone look at me! Bryan’s laughing at me, but I know this is no joke! My stomach hurts! I…”

 

“Did he hit you again?” Nova hissed as she took the babies away from her breasts and buttoned her sweater up over her slender tanned form. She handed her children to Derek and got up, pulling up her knit swimsuit bottom up a little to make sure she’d be decent.

 

“Nova, I want to go to the hospital, but he’s laughing at me! I need someone to look at me! NOW!”

 

“Come on into the bathroom,” said Nova. “We’ll get a look at this. I’ll have to get your pants down…”

 

Angie nodded as, at the door, Katrina’s eyes narrowed as two aircars whirred up to the driveway in front of Derek and Nova’s townhouse, with one of the cars almost hitting the rear bumper of Nova’s car. A wild-haired young man jumped out of that car and ran up towards the porch, yelling, “ANGIE! Yo, ANGIE? Are you there, you crazy bloody bird?”

 

Someone jumped out of the second car, yelling, “STOP CALLLING HER THAT!” Derek pushed aside Foxy, to notice Bryan Hartcliffe about to jump up onto his porch, with Deke Wakefield on his heels. Sasha came behind him, running as fast as her pregnant bulk would allow her to move.

 

Katrina looked at Bryan, and noticed his disheveled appearance and swore she could smell the alcohol on his breath. “You’re drunk!” she hissed.

 

“You’re not getting in here, you son-of-a-BITCH!” snapped Derek.

 

“Where’s me wife?” he yelled. “Crazy bird’s actin’ like ‘er ‘ead is screwed on bloody crooked!”

 

“Your wife is pregnant,” snapped Derek.

 

“Let me in to her!” yelled Bryan. He actually tried to shove past Derek when he heard her screaming.

 

Deke ran up, snapping, “You hit my car, Hartcliffe! And you didn’t even stop!”

 

Derek punched Bryan in the head when the crazed pilot tried to tackle the Commodore and to punch Katrina, but Katrina kicked him as he reached into the house to grab a porcelain knick-knack of Nova’s to try to hit Derek in the head.

 

Then, Deke tackled Hartcliffe and punched him, yelling, “How dare you hit my car with my pregnant wife in it?”

 

Derek kicked him and said, “How dare you try to knock over a superior officer?”

 

“How dare you try to hit a woman?” yelled Katrina.

 

Nova ran up with wet hands and said, “Bryan, you need your head examined! How dare YOU neglect your wife when she’s in labor?”

 

“Labor? You mean she’s gonna pop ‘er cork?”

 

Nova slapped him across the face as she said. “YES! ANGIE’S WATER JUST BROKE! IN MY BATHROOM! We have to get her to the hospital!”

 

“Oh, bugger,” said Bryan.

 

“Well, there goes our romantic dinner for the night,” sighed Foxy as he looked at Katrina.

 

“Let me at him, Nova,” Katrina hissed.

 

“Later,” said Nova. “We have to get Angie to the hospital.” Then, Angie screamed again. “Before she has her baby in our living room, that is…”

 


 

TO BE CONTINUED….