Author Archives: Ltcdr

FarSight

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This was written in 2010 and posted on a couple of fanfiction sites until I deleted it for a specific reason. I’d completely forgotten about it until last weekend and it took a serious search through numerous old drives and so on before I located the original file. It runs to 57,000 words which is a decent novel length so I have put it on my Mac and converted the file to Pages and I’m starting work on it. I have only the haziest memory of the events but I do know I enjoyed writing it.

Yes, its hugely flawed but it was written 14 years ago so I hope I have improved since then!

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I’ve just added Ford’s Left Shoe to the archive. I spent several hours the other day tidying up the site (which was a lot easier than actually trying to post something!) and I couldn’t find the story anywhere. Maybe it’s lurking in the dark void of long forgotten UFO stories! If I find the original posting, I’ll delete this one. Hopefully this year I’ll get round to re-writing FarSight and The Shepherd and finally finishing the Hallowe’en story I started a couple of years ago!

Ford’s Left Shoe

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A UFO Story

©LtCdr Jan 2013

 Keith Ford looked around the refectory with a frown; the busiest time of the day and no tables free. He didn’t like sitting with the medical staff who had a tendency to talk shop while they were eating. There was one table where he might sit; a table for four yet with only one place occupied. It would do. At least he would not have to listen to another discussion about analysing time of death in aliens. He had not eaten liver and onions since then. He approached the table, tray in hand.

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The Lift

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(How it might have gone.)

They travelled back to headquarters in one of the transporters; Freeman in the middle seat, squashed between Straker and the driver, James Watson, a burly Londoner. They would have caught the train, but there’d been a derailment on the main line while they’d been in the meeting and the lines had ground to a halt. Straker’s only response to the news had been to call HQ and commandeer a vehicle to take them back to base: a mobile or maybe one of the company coaches, but it could have been worse. At least the transport was brand new, still with that ‘new’ smell to it.

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Colour Me SHADO

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Designing costumes for a futuristic science fiction programme brings its own difficulties. How will fashions have changed in a century, or a millennium even? The designers of costumes in UFO had an even harder task in some respects – to look a mere decade or so into the future and imagine how the current fashions of the late 60’s would have developed.

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Needs of the Many

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The Shepherd ‘edits’ are underway – finally – but it will be quite a few months before I am finished. And once that story is done, I am going to work on “The Needs of the Many” and get that ‘published’ in paperback as well. As a ‘prequel’ to the series I think it works very well and maybe one day I will write a sequel, set after the alien menace has been defeated. And maybe Straker will finally get to go home.

The Green Man (Complete)

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© Ltcdr. 21.09.2019

The events in this story occur shortly after the episode ‘Mindbender’.

Chapter 1

Straker dropped his suitcase in the boot, lamenting the mechanics that denied him the satisfaction of slamming the lid down again. A minimum of ten days enforced medical leave ahead of him because his psyche report was five points down. If Jackson had delayed the tests for just a couple of days or so, he would have been fine; back to normal, the nightmares and sleepwalking a mere inconvenience that would disappear. Eventually.

But no. Five points. He scowled and opened the car door, slipping behind the wheel and starting the engine before he noticed his briefcase lying half-hidden on the floor beneath the passenger seat where he had thrown it earlier in a rare fit of pique. A quick grin. They’d forgotten about that: laptop, files, phone. All he needed to keep up with work. He still had the incident report to finish, though Henderson wasn’t pushing, at least not this time, and they were both a little more tolerant now.

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2019

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Seven years ago I received this illustration to go with my AO3 Yuletide story ‘No Man is an Island’

It still remains one of my favourite pictures. A lot has happened in the last seven years and although my fanfic ‘output’ may have diminished somewhat, I have made a promise to myself to complete at least one UFO story this year. Maybe it will be the Hallowe’en one I started last year, or the Christmas one from the year before!  There WILL be a new UFO story this year posted on Sept 21st, but for now, I’d like to wish all UFO fans and those who have been so generous with their comments,

A Very Happy and Prosperous 2019. 

Hardwired

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WARNING. ADULT CONTENT

M+ rating

 

Author’s note:

This was written several years ago as part of an assignment. Please forgive the unwieldy prose. 😉

 

HARDWIRED

A UFO Story

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Lightcudder

©LtCdr. 24.08.2013

Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners.The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story.(Plot? What plot? And call yourself an ‘author’? I could chew a pencil and spit a better story than this.) Go ahead then. I dare you. Meanwhile, back to the disclaimer…..The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended. No. But you sure as hell intend infringing my privacy. This has gone far enough!  Bugger. He IS in a bad mood. Anyone know where I can get a bullet proof jacket?

 

The laptop was tucked away at the back of his safe. No need for explanations, not that he would have given any. It should really have gone back to the IT department, but they would destroy it and although it was no longer of any use, he would not allow that to happen. It held too many precious memories. He sipped his coffee, wondering where she was right now. Continue reading →