A Sci Fi Comedy With Bumbling Space Cadets
by
The fate of the planet rests with Beryl and Legless, a couple as capable as Homer Simpson with a toolbox.
Ruling Planet Hy Man with the budget of a weekend camping trip is H2, a woman with as much experience in leadership as a toddler. When she discovers a portal to Earth, H2 summons the experts to investigate, unaware of the coronavirus — until a sea of rats stagger through the portal with every coronavirus symptom going.
Stopping the virus from spreading is as easy as it was on Earth. And with a shopping list longer than a toilet roll, it’s up to Beryl and Legless to take the lead. Will they work as a team and rise to the occasion, or fall out faster than a soufflé in an earthquake?
Rebel Without A Mask is the seventh in the Planet Hy Man series. If you love Terry Pratchett’s satire and Douglas Adams’ absurdity, then grab your facemark and buy today.
Cover Artists:
Genres:
Tropes: Band of Misfits, Benevolent Aliens, Fallen Hero, Fellowship, Good Robots
Word Count: 64,000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Tropes: Band of Misfits, Benevolent Aliens, Fallen Hero, Fellowship, Good Robots
Word Count: 64,000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Legless looked at Beryl: still and cool. She was breathing deeply but silent.
After making love, Beryl had dropped off quicker than a belch, hardly moving from her back—not a snore, a sniff, or even a mutter. Years of maintaining a beehive hairdo can do that to a woman. Well, that and a childhood spent sleeping in a cabin bed the size of a small trunk.
Beryl always fell asleep before Legless, but tonight was different. They had made love, and now he was watching her.
It had been a long time.
He stared at the stars from their window.
No matter how many planetariums they had been to, he was still confused; he had no idea what stars were which. Sometimes he thought he recognized something, perhaps the Milky Way. He knew Planet Hy Man was somewhere in the same region; he had heard Beryl talk of it.
READ MOREThere were times he had looked at the stars and yearned for home, to go back, wreak havoc on Beryl and her Voted In’s, cause a downfall, and have her at her knees. But not now.
Tonight he looked at the stars through the exhausted eyes of a man after a satisfying shag. It had been a while, and despite Beryl’s lack of interest, he had pulled it off, turned her on, pleased her like the good old days when they first “hooked up” on Earth.
He made his way downstairs, heated up yesterday’s coffee, and, sipping with an “arrrrh,” pulled out his writing implement.
He typed: “The Conquest of Beryl.” This will have them on the edge of their seat. He smiled. They’ll have to let me make a speech now . . .
COLLAPSE
