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 THREE: PINK ELEPHANTS AND WOZZLES…


 

I. TRIAL

Earth

The Tokyo Megalopolis

Earth Defense Headquarters

March 23, 2208

1125 Hours Local Time

 


 

Over a month had passed.

 

Bryan Hartcliffe was finally receiving the final court-martial he had earned for assaulting his own pregnant wife the previous fall.

 

So far, the trial was proving to be a circus.

 

Hartcliffe, not remembering the dictum that “any man who is his own lawyer has a fool for a client”, was acting as his own counsel, and he was using that opportunity to “get back at his beast friends”, as he so miserably put it.

 

The Court-Martial board in his case consisted of one Admiral Dykins, along with Eager, Todd Voorhees, Diane Henson, and Cory Conroy.

 

They were getting sick of his antics.

 

On the stand, enduring about a second day worth of pointless cross-examination, was Nova Wildstar, whose clear eyewitness account of what had happened on that transport (brought forth by the prosecutor, a Lieutenant Deanna Schmidt) was being torn to bits by Hartcliffe.

 

“Okay. You said you saw me yellin’ at Angie like a madman, right, luv?”

 

“My name is not luv, it is Lieutenant Commander Wildstar, counsellor” snapped Nova, who was wondering, Why are they letting this idiot be his own lawyer? While she did so, she sat drumming her fingers on the rail around the witness stand.

 

“I said, you saw me yellin’ at Angie?” yelled Bryan. “Didn’t ya, ya FISHWIFE?”

 

“Objection,” snapped Schmidt. “Badgering the witness.”

 

“Objection sustained, Mister Hartcliffe,” said Admiral Dykins. “Need we remind you that this is the tenth time this Court has had to admonish you for this conduct, with this same witness. Proceed, and remember that the witness is a higher-ranking officer than you, Lieutenant.”

 

“You saw me yelling at Angie?” began Bryan.

 

“Yes. I did. You also accused me of doing something kinky when I was nursing my son. You also woke my daughter, slapped your wife in the head, and then punched her like a prizefighter. You were about to kick her in the stomach, kick a pregnant woman in the stomach, mind you, when Sasha Wakefield kicked you in the crotch. A kick you deserved. A kick I would have given you had I not been occupied with my children.”

 

“Where’d I punch Angie?” demanded Bryan.

 

Nova pointed to the right side of her own head. “Right here. And you could have caved her skull in doing so. The impact also knocked her out of her seat to the deck where she lay stunned like a rag doll. I went over all of this before. Your actions took maybe one minute and twenty seconds from when you began the altercation by insulting me. When you act like a thug against a pregnant woman and a mother, you act very fast.”

 


 

Hartcliffe went on and on and on, for about a good thirty-five minutes. Nova thought, at one point, He would be a pretty good lawyer if his arguments weren’t so much bullcrap.

 

Finally, the ordeal was over, and Nova was allowed to come down from off the stand. She sat down beside Derek, who whispered, “That took too long.”

 

“You’re telling me,” she said. “I think I would have rather been fighting Desslok again than doing this.”

 

“You and me both,” Derek replied as he patted her hand.

 

Admiral Dykins slammed down his gavel and snapped, “We’re going to recess this Court for this afternoon. We shall reconvene at 1100 Hours tomorrow morning. Dismissed!”

 

Eager came down from the panel he had been sitting at, and as Nova stood up and yawned in her EDF Administration Section whites, he said, “Ah feel like this trial ain’t ever gonna end! It ain’t fair!”

 

“No, it’s not,” Nova said as she yawned again. “I need coffee. Derek, I wonder how Alex and Ariel are doing?”

 

“I’ve been checking the messages from your mother,” Derek said. “She’s in a minor panic.”

 

Nova nodded as Angie Hartcliffe came up to her and said, “Thank you, Nova.”

 

“For what?” Nova said.

 

“For not backing down to Bryan or to his damn lawyer,” snapped Angie as she picked up a pencil and snapped it in two. “I hate him,” she said as Bryan’s cousin Clive came up to her and laid his hands on her shoulders. “Was he ever right in the head?”

 

“Before his father died in the Gamilon War, he was a halfway decent lad,” said Clive. “Then, he began getting into trouble right after that…”

 

Bryan, who was talking with his guards, overheard and said, “Yeah, mate. Losin’ your parents in the war can make anyone messed up in the head. Most people who lost their mum or dad in the war are messed up like me. What excuse do we ‘ave? Desslok friggin’ took away our childhood. No wonder we’re messed up!”

 

Derek Wildstar snapped shut his cell phone and said, “Hartcliffe, are you saying that everyone who has lost their parents in the wars we’ve fought is a basket case?”

 

“Ye’re right, sir. We are. I mean, look a’ me…look at you…”

 

“Look at my rank,” snapped Derek. “These shoulder boards on my uniform. What do you see?”

 

“Scrambled eggs and gold braid and stars, mate. Scrambled eggs, oh, my lady I just love your legs!”

 

Wildstar glared at him and said, “I’ve lost both of my parents and I have flag rank, a command, a wife, and three wonderful children. What do you have?”

 

“A fishwife, a kid I never see, and handcuffs, man,” said Bryan as the Shore Patrol guards put the cuffs on him. “Angie, Nova, like these bracelets? You can get ones just like these if yer’d come and kick me arse!”

 

“No thank you,” said Angie firmly as she wiped her eyes. “I wouldn’t want bracelets like that.”

 

“I don’t go around beating people up,” Nova sniffed. “Come on, Derek,” she said as she grabbed her husband’s hand and put her nose up in the air. “I know when we’re not wanted!”

 

As the Wildstars walked off, Diane Henson looked at Bryan and said, “You are among three of the most pathetic people I’ve ever met.”

 

“Thank you, I like the compliment,” he said as he turned towards Angie with his lips pursed. “Give us a kiss, luv!”

 

Angie glared at him and slapped him across the face, falling into Clive’s arms as she stumbled out of one of her clogs.

 

“Oh, is that the way it is?” he snapped at Angie and Clive as he glared at his cousin. “Robbin’ the bloody nest, huh, CUZ?”

 

“The nest we speak of is one you’ve bloody abandoned,” said Clive.

 

“Well, I’ll deal with this…one way or another!” yelled Hartcliffe as the Shore Patrol guards dragged him out of the courtroom by his handcuffs. “I’ll deal with this! You’re both DONE! Both of you! DONE!” he ranted.

 

Todd Voorhees watched the scene and said to Admiral Dykins, “Propensity for violence?”

 

“Propensity for instability, severe,” murmured Dykins. “Should that man ever be in the cockpit of a Tiger again, you think?”

 

Voorhees shook his head.

 

“Mister Eager?” said Dykins.

 

“Hell, no,” he whispered.

 

“Sir, can we reconvene?” said Cory Conroy in his heavy accent.

 

“Not until tomorrow; I’ve already dismissed the Court,” said Dykins as he walked out, glancing at the Wildstars as they were handed a little boy and a little girl by a woman with dark hair who looked somewhat unhappy. He glanced at Nova bouncing her daughter a little as the officer exchanged one of her own dress pumps for a low walking sandal and he said, ‘We’ve inconvenienced the witnesses and spectators enough with this business. We’ll reconvene when I said we would reconvene…”

 

“Not a bad thought, sir,” said Diane Henson.

 


 

II. RECESS

Earth

The Tokyo Megalopolis

The Vicinity of Earth Defense Headquarters

March 23, 2208

1249 Hours Local Time

 


 

A few minutes later, Nova was walking down a pathway in a park not far from EDF HQ, having doffed her uniform coat and ascot, with her EDF blouse open somewhat as her daughter discreetly took her milk at her breast. “I wonder why they have to make these skirts so short,” she murmured as the sun hit her bare legs as she walked.

 

“Ariel’s?” said Nova’s mother as she looked at her granddaughter’s sundress. “A baby’s skirt is always short, and…”

 

“No, mine,” Nova snapped. “It seems worse when you have that coat off, somehow. Thanks for bringing the flats, Mom…they make it easier to walk when you’re carrying a squirm-germ…”

 

“Anytime,” said Teri Forrester. She looked hard at Derek and said, “You two cannot neglect your son and daughter for these military affairs…”

 

“We were both needed and wanted in that Court,” snapped Derek as he carried his son, who was sleeping. “Your husband’s a lawyer. You should appreciate the inevitability of a summons. Even a creep like me who lost both of his parents,” he snapped bitterly.

 

“Derek, don’t let what Bryan said affect you,” Nova responded. “Bryan is a degenerate from the wrong side of the tracks.”

 

“Is he that man who they dragged out while he was yelling?” said Teri.

 

Nova nodded.

 

“I remember him now. He was leering at you on your wedding day, Nova. At you, when to my knowledge, he was already married. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind…”

 

“Why didn’t you?” Nova said.

 

“Dear, I remember that trouble your Aunt Yvona was giving then. I didn’t want to cause more trouble…”

 

“In hindsight, maybe you need to cause some trouble,” said Derek as Alex yawned and woke up. “Hiya, sport,” Derek said. “How are you?”

 

The baby boy, in his shorts and t-shirt, blinked at his father as he suddenly used a little sneakered foot to kick at him. “Getting feisty, huh, Alex?”

 

He reached towards his little barefoot sister and made a squealing noise. Nova looked at him, smiled, and said, “We’re in the park…you’ll have to wait your turn if you’re hungry, Alexander!”

 

Derek looked around, just in time to see Sandor approaching hand-in-hand with Diane Henson. “Wildstar. Were you in Court today?”

 

Derek nodded. “Yeah…what’s up?”

 

“I wanted to let you know that we got most of the Second-Stage work on the Argo finished today,” said Sandor. “I just got back from San Diego. She’ll be ready for an all-up test flight in the next seventy-two hours…”

 

“How far?” said Derek.

 

“Out of the sea, up above the atmosphere, test warp to Mars, a few shots at the firing range in the Asteroid Belt, and return home. Some of the crew’s in town….estimated time of the cruise, six hours; date…the twenty-fifth. Sir, do we have a Captain?”

 

Derek grinned. “Now that’s a good reason to get out of the house! And on a Friday, too…”

 

“Nova, you’re staying home…” said Teri.

 

“Mom, like the kids for a few hours? You can stay in San Diego in our place…”

 

“Nova, I…”

 

“Then I can get Katrina to watch them,” Nova said brightly. “Or Sasha…”

 

“You’re paying for my plane tickets,” snapped Teri. At that, everyone except her laughed, even Ariel, who was still latched onto her mother…

 

“Yikes!” Nova snapped. “Derek, your daughter bites!”

 

“Hey, she can laugh,” said Derek. “You’re laughing, too, Nova…”

 

“No, I’m not!” she said, aware that she was laughing…

 


 

TO BE CONTINUED….