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Some stories have many pants

The bar keeper behind the counter looked left and right and then back to Veronica. 'The problem is,' he said quietly. 'I need to go get you a glass.'

Veronica looked back at him with a mixture of puzzlement and amazement. 'But,' she said. 'You are a bar keeper. Isn't that the sort of thing you do?'

'Well yes,' the bar keeper replied. 'Yes it is.' He looked around again and then leaned a little closer against the counter and whispered to Veronica. 'The problem is, I am not wearing any pants.'

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'As I was saying this here is a problem,' said the mechanic crouching down beside the damaged bike and pointing quickly at something.

Veronica peered closer.

'It the wheeledpaddelometerswitch, it is broken, it will need to be replaced,' added the mechanic.

'The what?' Veronica asked puzzled.

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Broken Memories

A strange sensation, as something brushed against her face. Warm air, almost comforting. Veronica started to open her eyes.

Teeth. Sharp teeth.

Her eyes snapped open and stared wide at the mountain lion sniffing around her. Almost every instinct told her to run, run as fast as she could. But one instinct older than the rest, sharpened by nature, duplicated by science, told her to stay still. Absolutely, totally, still.

She froze.

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A Curious Case

The round and amiable face of the doctor peeped out of the doorframe which was missing a door in the medicalhouse. He smiled at Veronica from within puffy checks framed with long whiskers in front of his ears, looking like some gentleman from another era misplaced in time.

'Miss Volt,' he said with a voice which would lend comfort and confidence no matter what the diagnosis. 'I'm ready to see you now.'

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New Day, New Year

The stone in her boot was making her grumpy so Veronica walked over to the bench. There was an old man asleep at one end so she sat down at the other end, pulled off her boot and shook the stone from it.

'Annoying when that happens.'

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On The Twelfth Day

Strange thought Bill as he walked past the Enforcers parading outside the Franklin Riders building practising their drumming. He shrugged the question in his mind away, opened the door and stepped inside. Perculiar he thought as a man in a white coat ran past, closely followed by a large chicken who was then followed by a Lightbearer calling out something about a massage. Whether the massage was intended for the chicken or the man was unclear. Bill looked around the room.

It was chaos.

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The Empty Cup

It was a bitterly cold night.

Veronica walked along the street back towards the guesthouse where she was staying in this strange town she was currently travelling through. Everything seemed familiar yet so different here making her feel so much as a foreigner in a foreign town. The hour was late and the temperature was dropping fast but she knew she was close to the guesthouse now. Close to returning to warmth and safety.

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The Special - Part 3/3

Ah Sir, and Madam, delighted to see you again! A good choice indeed but may I inquire if you have had The Special before?

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The Special - Part 2/3

An excellent choice Sir, Madam, but may I suggest before you take the next course you begin with the starter... http://fallenearth.rp-haven.com/blog/veronica-volt/special-part-13

                    But I know we'll meet again, some sunny day.

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The Special - Part 1/3

Veronica was hungry. She had eaten nothing all day and now was ready to eat just about anything. It was fortunate she was not riding on a horse.

As if fate had heard the rumble of her stomach, a diner appeared in view across the sunbaked dusty land. A sign outside read 'The Meet and Greet', the words painted in rough red paint strokes against black painted background. It was rough, it was far from ready but it was open.

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Push It Deep

Veronica stopped the bike on the hill between Picus Ridge and New Flagstaff and allowed her eyes to scan the ground. There was no sign of where she had pushed the spear into the ground and broke the spear head from the handle. The spear that Toilet Boy, who had now seemed to move beyond just cleaning toilets, had used to keep the beast at distance while the pistols finished it, him, the beast that once was Mr Jacks before... before... Veronica took a deep breathe. Before they had experimented with that green ooze Sarah had found.

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Riders In the Apocalypse

'Well here we are at the starting point of the garage and stables just outside of Odenville for the Odenville to New Flagstaff Race. The racers are lined up ready to start. The countdown begins. Three. Two.'

'Five, eight, three, one...'

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A Poor Attempt at Observation

Veronica sat on the stool in the lab in New Flagstaff holding a piece of paper with scribbled notes, a poor attempt at observation, her eyes looking over to the lab equipment.

Application of substance to skin sample
Examined by V.V.

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Scope for Concern

Steering the bike around some junk laying in the road, Veronica turned left and made her way into Chemtown slowing the bike beside the chemist's lab. After climbing off the bike she opened the cargo compartment, took out a broken scope with some green ooze trapped within and held it up to the light.

'What are you?' she asked it.

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The Chicken Tales: Epilogue


Veronica stepped out of the inn into the sunlight outside, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the brightness. She chuckled to herself as she thought of the silly tales she had listened to in there. Chickens indeed!

The door behind her opened and she stepped aside as two men left the inn. One went to the left and the other to the right and they both climbed onto a saddle, both on the back of a large mutant chicken.

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The Chicken Tales - 4: Attila


The storyteller looked at the faces around him, pleased at the silence the promise of a ghostly tale had produced. Outside the wind was gathering strength and storm clouds were beginning to gather as if commanded to provide an atmosphere of fear.

'So,' he said. 'Let's begin. A cold wind blew across those...'

...barren lands that night, a wind to chill the soul. The only sounds were-'


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The Chicken Tales - 3: The Chicken and the Egg


The storyteller flipped a corn snack into the air and with a somewhat beakish action caught it in his mouth. He quickly chewed and swallowed. 'So,' he said with a smile. 'I'll begin.'

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The Chicken Tales - Intermission


'Here you go,' said the barman passing Veronica another can of soda. The barman glanced over to the crowd in the corner of the inn. 'He seems to be getting their attention,' the barman said nodding his head in the direction of the storyteller. 'What's he talking about?'

'Chickens,' Veronica said taking the can.


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The Chicken Tales - 2: An Awkward Situation


'That was a silly story,' came a voice from the group of people sat around the man in the inn.

'I didn't get it,' came another voice. 'I mean did the old man beat the chicken or was it a hall-ooh-sin-ation from that root he was chewing?'

'But they were eating the chicken? Weren't they?' questioned another voice.

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The Chicken Tales - 1: The Man, the Chicken and the Monocle


Prologue: http://fallenearth.rp-haven.com/blog/veronica-volt/chicken-tales-prologue

'So let me tell you,' said the man in the inn to the people seated around. 'Of a proud warrior, or at least a warrior in younger days. Of the warrior and the chicken. Oh and the monocle.'

Veronica took a sip of the soda as she sat nearby and listen carefully.

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The Chicken Tales - Prologue


Veronica took the soda from the counter, turned around and looked around the inn. Her attention was taken by a crowd of people gathering in a corner. She wandered over. There was a man with somewhat shaggy hair there who seemed to have their attention. He appeared to be flapping his arms and moving his head backwards and forwards in some sort of bizarre dance. She decided to move a little closer so she could hear what he was saying.

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Back on Target

'So, what do you think?' asked the gunsmith staring at the space to the side of Veronica. She looked back at him trying not to stare, but she could not stop doing it since she noticed that one of his eyes seem to look in a completely different direction from the other. How does he focus, she thought? How does he manage to make these guns?

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The Water Runs Red

Dyeing is something us clones do well, thought Veronica as she looked down at the surface of the water and stared at her own reflection. Her face stared back with enquiring eyes distorted in the blood red water. Something crumpled lay under the surface hidden in the depths.

'Will you be the same?' she asked what was under the water. 'Will you be like you were before?'

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I've Cooked Questionable Things


'So Roy,' said the customer to the diner's chef at the front counter, 'You want to eventually get out of the food business and write these, what do you call them? science diction books?'

'Science fiction,' corrected the chef.

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Buzz of Activity - Part 2/2

Buzz.... Buzzz... Click! Click!

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Buzz of Activity - Part 1/2

'Hurry up,' Jake said to his friend Thimble, so called because that was about the amount of beer he could take before you became his best friend and had to listen to his life story. Thimble was trying to tear off a mudguard from the bike which had stood unattended in the middle of the road east of Trader's Flat for the past few days. It looked like others had already been at this bike taking what they could. Jake turned round and looked over at the trees, he thought he heard another growl from in there.

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Non Grata

The garage attendant looked at the girl. She stood there in a brown torn ragged t-shirt, obviously too large for her. Yes she was the one he was told about, he was sure of it.

'My bike,' she was saying. 'It is not far from here, on the road east of town but someone has taken bits from it.'

The Trader's Flat garage attendant just looked back at her saying nothing.

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Running on Fear

Deep in Kaibab forest, deep in the night...

Fear. Fear is the key here, fear is what makes you listen, fear is what makes you run, fear is what makes you survive.

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Pondering on the brink of extinction

The overhanging rock gave Veronica protection from the pouring rain as she sat huddled underneath it deep in Kaibab forest. Clothed only in a torn and ragged oversized T-shirt she had found stuffed down the back of some equipment in the cloning bunker, she shivered in the cold. The thin material of the T-shirt offered little protection from the biting wind.

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Curiosity killed the cat - part 2


Half a mile east from Trader's Flat. Half hour after Noon.


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