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The Creed: We live on the brown. We fly the blue. We travel the black. We are coming back. Spoken before every mission by the pilots and many of the crew. It is a reminder of who they are, where there are going, and where they will be at the end. The Crest: W...
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What if the "Tales of the Groundbound" was a TV series? What would the soundtrack consist of? Alas, I am no where near creative or skilled enough to compose and conduct enough music for the task. Fortunately, there are those who have made some. Volume 1 1. Opening Theme (Dauntless by Audio...
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Chapter 26 Linus sat behind the panel table at another proposal meeting. “This is something Wernher should be at,” he thought. This was the fifth proposal of the afternoon, and the third orbital telescope. He looked at the notes from the previous two. This one overlapped their missions. But not...
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Chapter 5 Gus leaned back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling of Direc’s office. He blew out a long slow breath, and ran his hands through his hair. He sat back up right. “Most of these,” he gestured to one of the two stacks of paper on Direc’s desk. “We can do on a common rocket fra... -
Chapter 11 Direc walked into one of the design offices. The Münlight turned the grasses and shrubs visible on Direc’s Prairie silver and grey. The desk on one side of the room was covered in roughly a half dozen different paper models of lander designs. Under the models were dozens of designs a...
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Preface: "They also serve those that stand and wait.", John Milton Everyone talks about those magnificent kerbals in their flying machines. What about those who stay behind building the machines, kerballing the bureaucracy, or sliding a cold one across the bar? These are their tales. The...
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Chapter 14 Director Direc stood watching the rocket silently lift off the pad, a white dart atop a white cloud with a glowing yellow heart. The crushing rumble of the rocket engines rolled through the observation room. As the rumble faded Khenry walked up and stood beside Direc. They watched as...
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Chapter 17 Jebediah and Walt stood in the observation lounge overlooking the tourist flight control centre. Each had their own reasons for being there. “Dancers, Taxi 132-Heelo,” a tinny female voice came through the speakers it had a slightly excited cheerful tone. “Beginning dump burn....
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Chapter 9 Gus, Bob, Linus, and Aldald stood in the design hall. They were looking at the full sized blueprints of a probe on one of the walls. The science and engine sections were broken out into other blueprints elsewhere on the wall. On a table in one corner was a paper model of the probe and...
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Chapter 13 Bobory looked out over the bar. The Fuel Plant was full. All of his staff was working tonight. The crowd was rowdy, but well behaved. Everyone knew the cost of misbehaving at the Plant. Ox and Toad would enforce it if needed. The two of them had brought a couple of their friends to h...
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Chapter 18 Khenry looked at the kerbals and kerbalinas scattered in the lecture theatre. “So many more than the six we started with,” he thought. “And all of them with more black time than me.” He chuckled. “Not that that means much.” In two weeks the theatre would be packed past capacity....
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Chapter 20 Walt walked up to the reception desk of the club. The exterior of the building was old brown limestone with grey frosted glass windows. The small brass plaque had announced it as the “Old Empire Society.” The brown wood paneling of the walls were varnished and polished to a near mirr...
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Chapter 10 Khenry limped, leaning on his cane, into the briefing room. He sometimes wondered, if it wouldn’t have been better if the doctors had taken the leg. Other times, he was glad they hadn’t. Besides, the photos of him leaning on the cane did look good. The eight pilots in the room stille...
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Chapter 3 The six kerbals were in the briefing room. Valentina sat, in the dark blue uniform of the navy, skimming through the several binders in front of her. Encal, in the light blue uniform of the air force, randomly flipped through the pages in a binder. Jebediah, also in light blue, had ta...
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Chapter 4 Valentina, Jebediah, and Encal stood around a plane in the hanger. Four Juno engines pinched the wings on the back of the fuselage. A Reliant rocket engine stuck out of the tail. Gus walked up with a clipboard tucked under one arm. “Okay,” he said. “This is the two seat variant o...
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Tales of the Groundbound: Linus and the Computers, Chapter 8
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Chapter 8 Linus walked along the main hall of the computer complex. One of the senior computers came down in the opposite direction. “Hey, Linus,” she said. “Wernher still hiding atop his mountain?” “Hi, Cammy,” Linus said. “No. He comes down once in a while. But, I’m still doing his... -
Chapter 7 Walt Kerman stood at the launch pad. He watched the technicians doing the last minute checks on the rocket. It didn’t look like exactly like a rocket. Sure it had the long narrow shape, fins at the bottom, and a pointed nose. But, the set of fins at the top broke the lines. “They...
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Chapter 6 Khenry leaned on his cane in mission control. His leg, shattered in the same accident that had killed Encal, was slowly healing. “This is Flight Control,” he said into his headset. “All stations report: go, no go.” The room went quiet. “Range, go.” “Recovery, go.” “Trac...
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Chapter 15 Walt stood in the wings of the lecture theater. The flash bulbs twinkled from the crowd like crystal snow on a munlit night. This was the second media session for the kerbalnauts just returned from Minmus. The first one was in the hanger with them fresh from the recovery plane, still...
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Chapter 12 Direc fumbled for the handset of the ringing phone in the darkened bedroom. “Hello,” he said having gotten the handset to his head on the second attempt. He listened to the response from the other side. His mind churned with sleep, the active flight plans, and why Gene would sti...
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Chapter 1 Direc Kerman stood with a shovel in his hands. It was a real shovel, not one of the little gold plated ones usually used for ground breaking ceremonies. He looked over the slightly rolling land, the occasional tree and bush. Around him flashbulbs went off recording the moment. The dig...
