A Sci Fi Comedy With Comedic Conquests
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A coup of the century is underway, and Mex is too hungover to care.
While Hilda, the new leader, retreats to her "pleasure dome," a coup rises to the occasion. And with Mex living it up in Scotland, there’s little resistance beyond a hippy colony too chilled to care, a ruthless reporter who will side with anyone who pays enough, and a missing set of batteries.
Despite never leading anything bigger than a study group, they decide to run the planet the proletarian way —until the leader returns to snatch back her power. The resistance turns to Mex, a woman with more conquests than Alexander the Great, but is Mex willing to give up her retirement for a group of rebels, too young to be taken seriously?
Rebel Without A Crew is the sixth in the comic Planet Hy Man series. If you love Terry Pratchett’s satire and Douglas Adams’ absurdity, then buy today and blast into a cosmic clash of cocktails, coups, and questionable leadership.
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Tropes: Aliens Among Us, First Contact, Fish Out of Water, Good Robots, Here Comes the Cavalry, Reluctant Hero, Wise Mentor
Word Count: 60000
Setting: Planet Hy Man and Earth
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Tropes: Aliens Among Us, First Contact, Fish Out of Water, Good Robots, Here Comes the Cavalry, Reluctant Hero, Wise Mentor
Word Count: 60000
Setting: Planet Hy Man and Earth
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
DBO stood at the same “no need to shut” gate Vegas had stood at.
She inhaled the damp air. She knew the moment the shed exploded that there was no turning back. And did she care?
Not one jot.
She felt excited, liberated, a new woman. All her life she had been waiting for something big to happen, something better than, well, anything so far, and here she was—out into the unknown, advising Vegas, the biggest Voted In since Hilda herself.
She stopped for a moment to take it all in . . .
This was her chance to make her mark, change things, and the thought thrilled her.
“I am going in,” she said to Verruca. “When there is saving to be done, you can’t hang around.”
“And Vegas,” said Verruca. “She knows you’re coming?”
“Vegas is in panic mode—I think Hilda may have made contact,” said DBO.
Verruca chuckled. “Don’t you worry about Hilda, I have her in hand.”
* * *
READ MOREVegas waited for the so-called fairy godmother on the veranda. Squinting into the distance, she wondered how she was making it through the fields. She hadn’t heard a pickling word for ages.
What was taking her so long?
* * *
Unlike Vegas, DBO’s curiosity gave her no time for fear. She was making her way through the fields like a scientist, taking notes. To her, the fields were a thing of fascination.
She had, like many, heard little of what was outside the city and, like a few, often wondered what it was like. She had asked many times, but no one seemed to know apart from Verruca, whose only comment was “All in good time.”
She moved across the stony footpath like an expert walker, her tough shoes impervious to the dry stones and odd mud patch. Her clothes, hard and scratchy, were similar to the workers’ and gave her protection against the rain and wind. I
n fact, the fieldworkers assumed she was one of them, lost from another field. She had the walk of a worker, she took notes like a worker, and she didn’t wave, even when the odd head appeared from the high hemp crops.
Workers never waved; they had been brought up to be invisible.
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