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Downfall of the Galt - Part 1


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From the weird world of Tyler Dannan comes a sci-fi short story set in an alternative dimension on the world of Terra.


Into this world come two bitter internet rivals.


'Stenman' moves in as 'Galt's' Downfall seem's assured...




A new day dawned at the picturesque village of Parohm.

Yet this was not going to be another day of leisure for the one the Triamese called 'The laughing Pathman' or 'The Great Galt' as he called himself amid the cyberspace world known as the Nexus.

As Galt slowly stirred in his soft bed he reached out and felt the warm form of the girl he'd met the previous week, she warmed a little to his touch and he felt the boozy fumes of the previous nights doings fade away.

In his eye's these were the glory days. Far from his home Faction and answerable to no-one but himself he was master of all he surveyed. It was still dark. The second and third-floors external shutters, installed at some expense, kept out the daylight nicely.

The light armoured pick-up was the first to arrive two blocks distant and the Galt's keen ear picked it up. Yet as he did so, as if with some synchronicity his lady in the bed began responding to his earlier touch and soon his mind was on other things.

Meanwhile the pick-up truck containing several armed Triamese enforcers now debused and lined the buildings along the river and faced the direction of Galts workshop retreat.


Following the enforcer truck was an airborne trio of Fell Ryders, not allied to any faction but only to adventure, women and that which provided it, gold. They travelled in no vehicles, but on portable flight unit's that were about the size of a backpack which they wore to fly about in.

Similar to Watch Ryder's but with a more baser approach to all levels of life, they preferred a life with any rules and would sell their unique ability's to the highest bidder. That bidder was no miser when it came to those he was patron to.

The three descended to near-ground level, but stayed lofty from the enforcers, knowing they were jealous and envied their equipment's ability for powered flight. They looked past them and watched as another land-based vehicle approached them.

This was their current master, a Caucus Zealander named Sten who hated Galt with a blazing intensity.

He too worked within the Nexus, writing as 'Stenman'. A Nex Warrior of some note and Galts sworn nemesis.

Over the course of many months the time had come for a showdown, with Galt as the besieged.

Sten was accompanied by another, a tough and veteran Isol warrior who was his personal bodyguard, confidante and sometime friend Merth.

Sten had felt insulted and humiliated at the stinging and barbed wordings from the Galt. They'd been spread around the Nexus by this one called The Galt. Time and time again an entry onto the Nexus logs, read by many thousands, was being made. Daily in some cases. Initially laughed at, then ignored, before finally upsetting and annoying too many of Sten's ally's and contacts something had to be done. Many were starting to desert his own Nexus logsite and even questioned his own story's and ways. This was unacceptable and now the whirlwind had arrived to tidy up his mess once and for all. He was a senior Nexus writer afterall!

There was even talk on the Nex boards that House Soliter would be severing it's ties with his lucrative trade-mission's that exhanged data-chips for mono-atomic gold. Some even claimed House Jade's northern frontier would now be switching it's patronage to a less belleguered Nex

This was the culmination of many months work. Locating and tracking down the Galt had taken time and resources, months of scouring the land of Triam for clues and references. Narrowing down and prioritising as the net drew tighter.

It was a random enquiry at a girly house that saw him directed to exactly to where Galt's workshop was. He wasn't sure what it made, some said it was parts for two-wheeler signalling, other's it was something else entirely.

One thing was for certain in Sten's mind.

The playboy Pathfinder had made his last entry onto his Nex Log that many thousands were reading.

A sharp voice snapped Sten out of his thoughts.

"Well, make your call Stenman, we can't wait any longer!" Trelt barked at Sten on the radio-net.

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