The Mini-burger

FanFic in the Birmoverse

Uprising – Bangar

Uprising, by Bangar
Bangar1st FanFic Festival entry posted July 1, 2006 at 9:04 PM
It started in the South.

Fueled by of all things science fiction. The great writers of the pulps dismayed that their bright future wasn’t coming, that in 80 years that there was no World Government. Wars, famine, and mankind’s constant inhumanity to man continued unabated. Mankind was only just returning to the moon after a 40 year absence. So their writings turned dark, their golden age had happened. All their works were still there but their hearts had broken. A dark age of science fiction began. Asimov crafted tales of world controlling computers manipulating people, events and information towards unknown ends. Heinlein distanced himself from his later works and told his stories of dominating governments and cybercorps grinding society down. The writers followed down the path, and conspiracy theory flashed across the comm nets,each followed by one more wild. The distrust of government, corporations and banks followed, soon any large agency was suspect. Fear and suspicion ruled everyone, and when reports of troops firing upon mobs started appearing as secret comms everyone believed, though no other information could be found about the massacres. The governments lost control as rumor became fact.

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9 September, 2011 Posted by | Axis of Time | 1 Comment

The Twentieth – World War 2.1.01, by Savo

The Twentieth – WORLD WAR 2.1.01, by Savo
Kevin Savage1st FanFic Festival entry posted July 1, 2006 at 1:11 AM
 

 

15 January 2021 01:10 GMT.

 

The first warning came when the medical telemetry began screaming.  The Mission Control doctor monitoring the panels reached up without really looking and pressed the reset/test button. Five seconds later, the time taken for the computers to self test, bounce the signal to the moon ordering a reset/self test on the astronaut’s neck implant and return, the monitor began screaming again.  Then another one started, and another, and another, quickly follow by more.  The doctor’s mouth hung open.  She blinked, but otherwise was frozen by what was happening.  Finally, fumbling for her mike, she called the Mission Controller.

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9 September, 2011 Posted by | Axis of Time, Pepsi Challenges | 1 Comment

Operation Titty Twister by Michael Bath

 

2nd FanFic Festival entry posted November 30, 2006 at 1:40 PM
 

Operation Titty Twister

Colonel Dave Orin, USAF, pushed his F-86 D “Sabre Dog”, Sex Machine, into a shallow dive, alerted by the ‘deedle deedle’ of the threat warning indicator in his ears. As his primitive radar detection gained a bead on the source of the threat, he released a salvo of four 70 millimetre anti-radiation guided rockets at the target. Once he noticed the Jihadi SAM radar site disappear in a puff of smoke, his thoughts turned to how he came to be leading his Wild Weasel flight up the Nile Valley.

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The Sins of the Future by Joe Devlin

 

2nd FanFic Festival entry posted November 30, 2006 at 3:20 PM

 The sins of the future.

sibeen

 

The world really had gone insane.

 

The sound of gunfire could be heard getting closer. There was no getting out of it this time. Trapped in a slum with those left wing fanatics circling …”fucking Mormons”!

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The Ayers Rock Affair (In Color!) by John Crist


YD2nd FanFic Festival entry posted November 30, 2006 at 2:30 PM
(Based on characters and situations created by John Birmingham, Mel Brooks, and Buck Henry)PART ONE

August 1954-Washington, DC

Vicente ‘Chief’ Rogas prepared for another day at the office. He hated not being able to do field work any more, but advancing age and a leg wound suffered in Occupied Japan back in ’49 slowed him down to the point where he figured he’d be more dangerous to himself than to any potential enemy. So President Stevenson and the Admiral set him up in charge of the COuNTeRintelligence Oversight CounciL, (CONTROL, for short), a group which dealt with matters that even Donovan’s folks at OSS wouldn’t or couldn’t touch. Since the Soviets collapsed in ’52, a lot a rather nasty splinter groups and terror organizations had started to sprout up around the world, and CONTROL’s mandate was to neutralize these groups however possible. The matter that the Admiral had briefed him on this morning sounded like it was going to be interesting.

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Desert Sunrise, by Steve Kerr – AoT

Desert Sunrise by Steve Kerr
2nd FanFic Festival entry posted December 1, 2006 at 7:14 PM
 

Trepidation, fear trepidation and not a little anxiety.

Not the same fear inLos Alamos, no,.. not that,..thats was more of the Orwellian cum Machiavellian deal the Yanks had to prevent the secret leaking out….

 

The secret,..

 

THE secret,..

To quote that Astronaut from the OTL “One small step for a man,..-”

One Lurch toward nuclear extinction,..

 

A case of there being a fait-accompli…

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9 September, 2011 Posted by | Axis of Time | Leave a comment

Just a couple of paragraphs – Chris Babcock – NAoT

The drive was the same as he had remembered as a child, and if he closed his eyes, he could almost hear the non-stop music from his parent’s satellite radio drifting through their ’06 Chevrolet HHR.

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Operation Romero

20 August, 2011 Posted by | Axis of Time, Zombie Escapades | Leave a comment

Flipper’s Bitch – AA Fan fic – Roger Ross

Rhino Fan fic.

Flipper’s Bitch
By Roger Ross

Based on Characters Appearing in After America by John Birmingham. Also Based on Characters Appearing in Secondary Mission WW Fanfic Cmdr Havoc by Andrew “Havock” Porter.

WARNING – Some NSFW language and situations. You have been warned.

Financial District, Manhattan, New York City Federal Controlled Area

“Tell me, again, please, why it is you dragged your half-recuperated carcass out of bed to go on this fool’s errand?”

The very large man wedged behind the wheel of the dented and dusty Range Rover battled with the shift in a futile attempt to slow down in time to weave around the mid-street pile-up of taxis that would never take another fare, a losing battle from the sound of grinding rising from the gear box, just scowled and mumbled around his cigar, “Well, Miss Jules, word was they was lookin’ for some rated seamen to help out on some search and rescue ops and I was sick of lying around and I figured you were probably bored too and it might be nice to spend a day at sea to blow the stink off us as it were”.

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15 January, 2011 Posted by | Without Warning | Leave a comment

Chapter 10 Continued: Havoc AA FanFic

Chapter 10 Continued:

President Kipper thought about what Colonel Kinnimore and General Murphy had just finished briefing him on, he was also pondering the coming telephone calls he was going to need to make.

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10 January, 2011 Posted by | Without Warning | 2 Comments

Chapter 10 AA Fan Fic by Havock

Havock fanfic.

. AFTER AMERICA FAN FIC by HAVOCK.

Chapter 10
Situation Room United States of America.

The chief of staff was eyeing off the President very closely, Jed, thought he could see President Kipper visibly pale, when General Murphy had levelled the issue at Blackstone’s feet. President kipper leaned forward slowly in the plushley upholstered directors chair in the Battle lab reaching forward he grabbed the glass and a water pitcher off the central lazy Susan centred on the conference table gently pouring himself a glass of water.

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9 November, 2010 Posted by | Without Warning | 1 Comment

Secondary Mission WW fanfic Cmdr Havoc

Secondary Mission. STRIKE FORCE 1 Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.

Lt Colonel Havoc, cut a rather mean figure in the cockpit of the B52, affectionately known as the BUFF, which was to be expected given the sheer scale of death and carnage his wing of B52 bombers had just released on New York, the commander embodied this with his sheer physical presence, at least that’s What the Lieutenant Colonel would tell anybody who happened to ask..

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22 July, 2010 Posted by | Without Warning | 2 Comments

The Southern Approaches Command By John R. Johnson WW

After The Wave III

By

John R. Johnson

Prologue

 

            It was over a year since the Wave, as it was called, hit the United States, Canada and Mexico. Every person living in the boundaries of the tear shaped wave had disappeared. The wave had covered all of the United States, except for a portion of the Pacific Northwest, Alaska, Hawaii and Puerto Rico. All of Canada south of an arc which extended from Oregon, brushing Edmonton, and the southern half of Hudson’s Bay was gone. The northern two thirds of Mexico from Belize to Acapulco was lifeless. The survivors in southern Mexico had fled south. Afraid the Wave would expand and take them.

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3 April, 2010 Posted by | Without Warning | 1 Comment

Sur La Plage Part 2 – Chaz – WW

The recent unrest had left some parts of the hotel curiously unscarred. The ground floor had been fairly well ransacked as had the first floor rooms. But the upper floors (except for some graffiti and odd bits of mindless vandalism) had been left pretty much intact.

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2 March, 2010 Posted by | Without Warning | 4 Comments

Christmas Sampler

Julianne jumped from the cabin of the helicopter and felt the rotorwash trying to sweep her off the roof. She stayed bent over as she ran forward, clutching the straps of her backpack lest it be ripped away by the furious downblast. She turned and crouched beside an air conditioning unit, and was almost bowled over by the Rhino who was right on her heels. The dark green chopper snarled even more ferociously as the pilot fed power into the engines and lifted off again. Her dirty, unwashed fringe whipped stinging strands of hair into her eyes but she watched and waved them off anyway. The Polish soldier, Milosz, stood in the doorway, grinning hugely. With one hand holding a grab bar he laid the tips of two fingers under his eyes and then pointed directly at her.

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After America Expurgated Excerpt – JB

They weren’t regular Army and they weren’t part of the Texas National Guard. Miguel had a hard time keeping track of the differences but he did know one thing about the men and women of the Texas Defense Force. They were Governor Blackstone’s personal troops, for territorial use only, and in no way answerable to Seattle. They were also very well looked after. More than a few disaffected soldiers, sick of going months without any pay at all in the US Army, had come to his banner.

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23 October, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 6 Comments

AFTER THE WAVE: JIMMY’S TALE

It happened when Jimmy was in Calgary, rummaging through an alley behind a strip mall on 1st Street: he found a crate labeled “Novelty Nose and Glasses.” Jimmy opened the crate and found it full of rubber noses attached to black plastic horned-rimmed glasses frames. His hands shook as he placed a pair on his face. He ran into an empty store and found a mirror and, as he looked at his reflection, Jimmy suddenly knew what he was supposed to do.

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18 September, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 8 Comments

TRANSIT

The Caliphate spy, a Javanese carpenter known simply as Adil, resettled himself against a comfortable groove in the sandal- wood tree. The small, shaded clearing in the hills overlooking Dili had been his home for three days. He shared it with an aged feral cat, which remained hidden throughout the day, and an irritable monkey, which occasionally tried to shit on his head. He had considered shooting the filthy animal, but his orders were explicit. He was  to remain unnoticed as  long as  the crusaders were anchored off East Timor, observing their fleet and sending reports via microburst laser link, but only in the event of a “significant development.”

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17 May, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 2 Comments

Fish Guts – John R. Johnson & Jose J. Clavell

 

USCGC Matinicus (WPB-1315)

 

On Patrol in the Caribbean

 

            Chief Warrant Officer William “Wild Bill” Elliott, Commanding Officer of the U.S. Coast Guard Cutter Matinicus, carefully eyed its deck as he followed his morning inspection ritual. He was the only warrant officer in the post wave Coast Guard commanding a 110 ft. cutter and his ship filled him with pride. Still, after thirty days underway there were specks of rust starting to show through the paint on the bulkheads and sides of the cutter. The Matinicus could cruise for 60 days with ample provisions but with the all new crew members that he had recruited that would be shortened. He ignored the men and women sleeping on the deck, but froze for a moment when he saw the covered five gallon bucket secured near the fantail and smelled the pungent odor emanating from it.

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4 May, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 4 Comments

Wireless – Tygertim8

Jane was stepping down the stairs wearing only her “Madame Butterfly” robe, her heaving bosom bouncing with each step.

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7 April, 2009 Posted by | Pepsi Challenges, Without Warning | 8 Comments

The Surfer – Lobes

The surfer sat astride his board, legs dangling in the cool pacific water.

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My Heart Will Go On – Savo

Manny and Larry were sitting in a bar in Reykjavík.

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Cry Havock – Mr The Rhino

The observation room was separated from the thickly padded room by two inches of sound-proofed and mirrored glass.

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The Wave – Alan Moore

(Hawaii. Crowded. FLASH. Darkness. Space? Oh god…)

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Kids! – Oldsinger

Mrs. Zazbog skittered down the hallway of her plasma yurt.

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The Long week – GirlClumsy

Shaun drew on the joint, breathing the rough smoke deep into his lungs.

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This Golfing Life – Dr Yobbo

David Lawrence had lost a few things in the two years since the Great Stellar Shitfight.

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The Rodent – sibeen

The hub-bub outside the conference room went up a notch and as Major Gen Gillespie raised his head Howard strode into the room.

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…and taketh away – Guru Bob

The Lord giveth…

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Dear Mrs First Lady – NoWhereBob

It seemed that half the nutbags and fruitbars who had survived the Wave considered First Lady Barb Kipper a back channel to the President.

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The Heaviest Duty – Uno y Dos – Jose J. Clavell

W+20

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On the patio – Matt Keith (again with the not so short …)

As the shadows lengthened and the foothills of the sierra shone purple in the gloaming the four of them were sitting out the back of Karsten’s house on an assortment of plastic garden furniture arranged on the patio.

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Russian Roulette – sparty

Lieutenant Colonel Nabrakov of the FSB was a worried man.

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The Wee Men – savo

The lights flickers as the big generator cut in, it’s low rumble vibrating the air throughout the compound.

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It’s…. – Barnesm

“So Barnesm what do you think caused The Wave”?

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We Few, We Brave Few, We Band of Cheeseburgers – DArkman

Stephen Francis Murphy ran past the bodies of the Cheeseburger irregulars, spun around and yelled “Rhino, Havoc To Me!”, mustering the last of fanbase.

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Wichita Falls – Brian C (not so short …)

At the time of the Wave Damien had been married for 5 years and was experiencing some marriage troubles.

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Schrödinger’s Damned Cat – Barnesm

Toni laid the king down on the board.

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Scapegoat – MickH

Gary Kovak lifted the whisky glass unsteadily off the bar, spilling a little of the goldern fluid and earning a silent frown from the bartender.

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Equal Rights – Barnesm

Julie turned and asked, “pass us another tray of seedlings, Granny”

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Tastes Like Chicken -Samuel C.

Randy Green was getting off work at his job at Microsoft.

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April Fool – Sweet Jane Says

This is an April Fools thing – right?

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Stavros – Paul Nicholas Boylan

When Stavros was in Seattle, he stopped for lunch at Roxy’s Diner on 36th Street.

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Destiny – Madoc

Destiny.

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Blue Screen of Death – Mark R. Whittington

Craig Cram was one of the millions of Americans who had suddenly found themselves exiled when the wave wiped out much of North America.

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Whidbey Island – Trinity64

This space reserved for Whidbey Island

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Thommo and Derek – drej

Thommo and Derek, college freshmen fortunate enough to be vacationing in Alaska when the wave hit.

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No More Heroes- Chaz

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Agent Frellman – Abe

Agent Frellman had just finished his weekly meeting with Raoul Castro. Secondment to the DGI in Havana was agreeing with Frellman, as it was helping him hone his sausage-making skills in his spare time. When he wasn’t chasing down Cayman Island money launderers and rogue credit derivative traders, of course.

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Alien Space Bats – Guy Roberts

Francis put down the telephone and turned back to the computer screen in front of him.

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204f – NoWhereBob

204f braked against the gravity of a large yellow star. If a simple robot could, it would have been bored spit-less, but as this was its purpose in existing it just did its job with a minimum of fuss.

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3 April, 2009 Posted by | Pepsi Challenges, Without Warning | 1 Comment

A Walk in The Woods – by Savo WW-ZE

Our/my memories were vague, broken.  There was so much, so many of them but so little I could understand. 

 

 

Only hunger remained.

 

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26 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning, Zombie Escapades | 2 Comments

Coming Home – Without Warning FanFic by Stephen Francis Murphy

            “This is the last stop, Specialist,” the African American driver, an above the elbow amp, said.  “Sure you want to walk the rest of the way?”

            Bobby Wilder, still in his desert fatigues, nodded.  “Yeah, I’ll be fine.  Just a couple of miles.”

            “I’d take you there but the roads aren’t clear and they watch my mileage pretty closely,” the driver said.  “Fuel ain’t that hard to come by but they watch it anyway.”

            “They’re more concerned about wear and tear on the bus I suspect,” Wilder said, with a sixteen in one hand and his ruck in the other.  “Thanks for the lift.  When will you be back through here?”

            “Same time tomorrow.  Got some homesteaders here in Northtown and the work details down in the rail yards.  There are some folks up at Cerner and the hospital as well.  They keep me pretty busy,” the driver said.  “Rule of thumb is around noon or so.”

            Wilder nodded.  “Noon it is.  Thanks.”

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16 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 8 Comments

New Order – by Havock

For Sergeant Major Bo Jaason the retreat and subsequent sea journey from Kuwait had been nothing short of a nightmare. The organizational process of withdrawing as a result of the wave had been littered with disaster after disaster, catastrophe was more the word he thought, and they’d lost no fewer than 50% of the ships which had set out. A combination of missile attacks, suicide boats and a single stray Iranian Tango class sub had played bloody hell with the fleets departure in the confined waters of the Gulf, seemed every rag headed, religious nut job had come out to have a crack at the US and its allies.

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16 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 4 Comments

The Falcon Masters – by Stephen Francis Murphy

The Falcon Masters – – Without Warning Fan Fiction
By Steven Francis Murphy

Snow covered the empty plains of the American Midwest, the bleak sun peering down through a clear grey blue sky down upon the bones of empire. Tufts of fine grass, waist high reached up, shifting with the Siberian express blowing hard across Kansas and over the river into Missouri. No rabbits scurried to evade the nimble fox, the eager wolf or the cagey farm dog. Huddles of cattle were nowhere to be found either. Rusting farm machines covered in snow and dirt sank on deflated tires into the soil. A windmill spun crazy lazy on a busted pivot, betraying the wind’s true direction, creaking in the empty air, joined only by the sound of turbine thunder roaring far above a land orphaned in the blink of an eye by the hand of fate.

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15 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 3 Comments

Par Ardua ad Astra by DrunkenWombat

 

October 23rd 1946.

Kapustin Yar Test Range, USSR

 

 

Stalin removed the pipe from his mouth.

“Well Comrade Korolev, it looks like I won’t have to send you back to the Gulag after all. Your rockets will keep those American bastards in line! And you are sure it can hit Washington, all the way from the Motherland?”

Sergei Korolev, the Soviet Chief Rocket Designer’s ears were still ringing from the launch of the Cossack I rocket 45 minutes earlier.

“Indeed Premier Stalin. And with a far greater accuracy than anticipated. We can put the atomic warhead right in Roosevelts tea cup!”

 

In his hand on the screen of the flexipad was the range data from the launch.  The payload had landed less than a kilometre from its target on the north most Island of Japan.

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14 March, 2009 Posted by | Axis of Time | Leave a comment

The Right to Bear Arms – by Drej

The Right to Bear Arms

 

The line waiting to enter the Bungalow Bar in central Whangarei was not as long as usual, partly due to the cold and plenty due to the economic recession gripping the world. But to 19 year old Robbie Kahui, the din of voices raised to counter the ever present doof-doof music within was testament to the fact that no matter the state of the world, people still sought to drown their uncertainties in increasingly expensive liquor to preserve the illusion, at least, of a “good time”.

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14 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 1 Comment

Why – by NoWhereBob

The old man said nothing, as was his way. With a flick of the wrist he threw the last of his tea into the smoking embers of last nights fire, stood with popping joints and creaking tendons and walked towards the stock horses. He took no joy from what he had started, perhaps a grim sliver of satisfaction, knowing that a terrible wrong was to be righted. Last night in a special place he had sung the songs to summon his ancestors, he had sought their counsel and with their help he had sung the death of America.

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14 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 2 Comments

Sur la Plage Part 1: Insertion by Chaz

Sur la Plage

Part 1: Insertion

 

April 2003

 

The camouflaged AS532 Cougar scudded low over the acid rain bleached fields bordering the Loire estuary. Nantes smoke blackened skyline faded into the springs early dusk. Normally at this time of year the evening would be warm and long. Now the ever present thick poisonous cloud cover cast an overbearing pall over the countryside.

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13 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 2 Comments

Lootin’ Schmootin’ – by NoWhereBob

He slipped over a fence and into a new overgrown yard. A year’s tall dead grass partly hid a kids play gym. He moved towards a back deck listening intently and watching the house for movement. Yesterday he had heard a helicopter in the distance, probably the army. But it was a week since he’d spoken to anyone. A week since the Chechens had killed Dan.

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The Disappearance + 1 month by tonick175

Disappearance + 1 Month

 

Australia , Northern Territory Coastline – 0250H

 

   “Here they come”. The dull hum of the thermal imaging camera was now a constant reminder of their now familiar nightly routine. And its images told of another busy night ahead.  “I’ve got 12, no make that 15 craft running line astern, about 200m apart, heading is on bearing 185, with no lights visible. They’re running blind”.  Sergeant Peter Anders pulled back from the eyepiece and rolled his neck left to right, sweat running down the middle of his back. He had, up till recently come to accept that his job was, realistically, defunct. But that was before “the Wave” and, it seems, the vaporizing of what was the population of mainland United States .

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Murphy’s Law – by Guru Bob

Murph’s law

The camouflaged figure crouched low in the bushes and scanned the blackness ahead of him along the barrel of his rifle. Suddenly there was scurrying movement ahead of him and then two low slung figures bounded away through the long grass towards the treeline.

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13 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 2 Comments

Mr Singh – BobNoWhere

Mr Singh smiled as he watched one of his herds. The tall man in a turban, check shirt and blue jeans sat comfortably in the saddle. For the first time in a many long days he had allowed himself to leave the armies of problems to rage and gibber in his e-mail inbox. True it was to deal in person with yet another problem with the new slaughterhouse, but at least he was away from the desk in daylight and out on his horse.

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12 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 2 Comments

Payback – By Jose J. Clavell

Payback
A Without Warning Fanfic
By Jose J. Clavell

Over the Caribbean Sea

Manuel Figueroa tried to ignore the numbers blinking in his head-up display and the occasional mutterings of Bitching Bettie as the female voice forcefully reminded him that a moment of inattention, or even a sneeze, could cause he and his Fighting Falcon to join the submarine service, permanently. Buying the farm that way would be terribly sucky after surviving the Iraq invasion, the unexpected furball with Iran, the second use of atomic weapons and the first nuclear war in history. That would definitively have pissed him off and greatly disappointed his legion of female fans.
Life had been relatively good since the American forces left the Middle East to their own devices and, in the case of his wing, moved back to sunny Puerto Rico. It had been extremely good for him because, unlike the majority of his mainlander brothers and sisters-in-arms, he had his grandparents and a good portion of his family still living on the island.
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11 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 1 Comment

Again – A Without Warning Fanfic By sibeen (Joe Devlin)

He clambered out of the fog of sleep and glanced at the bedside clock.

“Shit, 3:14”, what the hell was he doing awake, especially after the strenuous activities earlier in the night. He rolled over and looked at his bed partner. “Coleen,” no wait, that was last week…Monica… Monica, yeah that was it. He grinned to himself and thought about giving Monica a quiet nudge; “for a short, balding lawyer of Greek and Irish extraction you don’t do too bad, do you old son?”

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10 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 4 Comments

Rhino Pr0n – by NoWhereBob

0400 Wheelhouse of MV Aussie Rules.

 

The Rhino was deliberately waiting before he got his next cup of coffee and a new cigar. He was well aware of the rapidly diminishing supply of both. To find something to do he tweaked the sea clutter up a touch on the RADAR. He snorted “Damned thing’ll acquire, plot & lay off a course & speed for a new target before I even know it’s there.” While the old days had required more skill, more knowledge, a more intuitive touch, there certainly was something to be said for the new whizz-bangery of integrated GPS Chart Plotters & RADAR with ARPA. He drew some comfort from the knowledge that he could go back to the old technology, where as the under 30 pussies couldn’t find their own ass without GPS. He settled his ass back into the gas lift helm chair, which despite being designed by some softcock interior designer and trimmed in white leather, the Rhino had to admit it was a thing of great comfort.

His mental background chatter stopped short as he sensed someone coming up the stairwell. Fifi, wrapped in a blanket, padded to beside his helm chair.

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10 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 2 Comments

Rhino furry

0400 Wheelhouse of MV Aussie Rules.

 

 

The Rhino was deliberately waiting before he got his next cup of coffee and a new cigar. He was well aware of the rapidly diminishing supply of both. To find something to do he tweaked the sea clutter up a touch on the RADAR. He snorted “Damned thing’ll acquire, plot & lay off a course & speed for a new target before I even know it’s there.” While the old days had required more skill, more knowledge, a more intuitive touch, there certainly was something to be said for the new whizz-bangery of integrated GPS Chart Plotters & RADAR with ARPA. He drew some comfort from the knowledge that he could go back to the old technology, where as the under 10 pussies couldn’t find their own ass or donkey without GPS. He settled his leathery grey rump back into the gas lift helm chair, which despite being designed by some softcockerel interior designer and trimmed in white vinyl , the Rhino had to admit it was a thing of great comfort.

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10 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | Leave a comment

Rhino /

0400 Wheelhouse of MV Aussie Rules.

 

 

The Rhino was deliberately waiting before he got his next cup of coffee and a new cigar. He was well aware of the rapidly diminishing supply of both. To find something to do he tweaked the sea clutter up a touch on the RADAR. He snorted “Damned thing’ll acquire, plot & lay off a course & speed for a new target before I even know it’s there.”

While the old days had required more skill, more knowledge, a more intuitive touch, there certainly was something to be said for the new whizz-bangery of integrated GPS Chart Plotters & RADAR with ARPA. He drew some comfort from the knowledge that he could go back to the old technology, where as the under 30 pussies couldn’t find their own ass without GPS. He settled his ass back into the gas lift helm chair, which despite being designed by some softcock interior designer and trimmed in white leather, the Rhino had to admit it was a thing of great comfort.

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10 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | Leave a comment

Welcome to The Mini-Burger – Fan Fic in the Birmoverse.

Just a quick repast on what we are doing here. This is the repository for fanfic relating to John Birmingham’s Axis of Time Universe and his Without Warning Universe.

Here is a sample of the quality work generally available here.  Apologies to NWB

Rhino Havock

0400 Wheelhouse of MV Aussie Rules.

The Rhino was deliberately waiting before he got his next cup of coffee and a new cigar. He was well aware of the rapidly diminishing supply of both. To find something to do he tweaked the sea clutter up a touch on the RADAR. He snorted “Damned thing’ll acquire, plot & lay off a course & speed for a new target before I even know it’s there.”
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9 March, 2009 Posted by | Without Warning | 11 Comments

   

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