From: owner-space1999@buffnet4.buffnet.net (space1999-digest) To: space1999-digest@buffnet4.buffnet.net Subject: space1999-digest V3 #309 Reply-To: Sender: owner-space1999@buffnet4.buffnet.net Errors-To: owner-space1999@buffnet4.buffnet.net Precedence: bulk space1999-digest Friday, November 26 1999 Volume 03 : Number 309 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 24 Nov 1999 18:13:11 -0600 From: David Welle <dwelle@itol.com> Subject: Space1999: E.C. Tubb (was Re: Hopeful plans...) At 01:08 PM 11/24/99 -0600, I wrote: > >As far as I know, E.C. Tubb was still publishing as of the early- or >mid-1990s (in his seventies), and I have not heard any report of him >passing -- but I don't know any of this for certain. I don't know about >John Rankine at all. Correction: I've been informed off-list that E.C. Tubb died in the early to mid-1980s. I am not sure where I got the impression he was still publishing earlier *this* decade, but I think I was mistaken. Sorry for any confusion. - ---- David Welle metaforms@space1999.net Space: 1999 Metaforms -- http://space1999.net Metaforms Ltd. -- http://www.itol.com/~dwelle *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 24 Nov 1999 20:57:57 -0500 From: Mike Lynch <Mike-Lynch@bigfoot.com> Subject: Re: Space1999: Head Count Mike Lynch - reporting in. *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 24 Nov 1999 21:09:47 -0500 From: Mike Lynch <Mike-Lynch@bigfoot.com> Subject: Re: Space1999: Hypothesizing about the moon's ability to traverse the universe Don't you dare feel a bit awkward! I've come up with theories on the Moonbase's Earth-equivalent gravity while indoors, and 1/6th gravity when astronauts were out on the surface, I had come up with theories about the alien biology in THE MARK OF ARCANON, and I had even created a 50-some page web site dedicated to the theoretical biology and behavior of the aliens in the ALIEN saga. You are no more of a geek or nerd than anyone else. ...actually I take great pride in being a nerd! So theorize and hypothesize all you want! Got any more? Mike Michael Faries wrote: ...snip... > > I feel somewhat awkward to state all of this so publicly. It's almost three > decades of thought, solidified over time. But I'm hopeful that the mailing list > will give their thoughts and input on it. > > Michael > BattlestarGalactica.com *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 06:11:47 +0000 From: Chris Potter <potter@globalnet.co.uk> Subject: Re: Space1999: Head Count Chris Potter - still lurking here listening for Eagle news, information & discussion. Essex, U.K. Return e-mail: potter@globalnet.co.uk or chris@hovercraft-museum.org Author of 'The Hovercraft History & Hovercraft Museum Website' at: http://www.hovercraft-museum.org Council member of 'The Hovercraft Society' *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 07:30:49 -0500 (EST) From: moonbubba@webtv.net (moon bubba) Subject: Space1999: OT:Alpha Centauri In The Day After Tomorrow,they traveled to Alpha Centauri,a triple star system, also called Rigil Kent, in the constellation Centaurus. To the unaided eye, Alpha Centauri appears as a single star with an apparent magnitude of -0.1, making it the third brightest in the sky. The two bright stars (Alpha Centauri A and B) have apparent magnitudes of -0.01 and 1.33 and orbit each other with a period of 80 years. The faint star Alpha Centauri C has an apparent magnitude of 11.05 and orbits its companions with a period of perhaps 1 million years. Alpha Centauri C is also called Proxima Centauri because, at a distance of 4.3 light-years, it is the closest star to the solar system. From the dumb things to know department... Visit Moonbubba's Moonbase at http://members.tripod.com/~moonbubba/home.html *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 09:05:30 -0500 From: Mike Lynch <Mike-Lynch@bigfoot.com> Subject: Space1999: Happy Thanksgiving everyone I just wanted to wish everyone a happy and gluttonous Thanksgiving. ...Just think: if we were on Alpha right now we'd be gathered around a soy turkey... I suppose the upside to this would be that they could make it so that everyone could get a drumstick. Anyway - have a great holiday all. Mike *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 24 Nov 1999 22:06:06 -0800 (PST) From: Jennie <mag7scoundrel@yahoo.com> Subject: Re: Space1999: Re: Alan Carter All right, I'll put my 2 cents in on this topic. Alan is my fave guy on the base, not necessarily cuz of the accent - he has a great smile! After him would be Tony. Jennie P.S. My daughter would like to vote for Tony but she's not on this list, so her vote doesn't count, right?! - --- Colleen Bement <space1999nut@hotmail.com> wrote: > Do have to admit, Alan's accent made me melt! > > Colleen Bement > __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Thousands of Stores. Millions of Products. All in one place. Yahoo! Shopping: http://shopping.yahoo.com *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 10:17:49 -0800 From: "Kevin" <kfsnetwk@direct.ca> Subject: Re: Space1999: Re: Alan Carter well i dont think that it would hurt for your daughters vote im sure tony would like it , Maya maybe not LOL - ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jennie" <mag7scoundrel@yahoo.com> To: <space1999@buffnet.net> Sent: Wednesday, November 24, 1999 10:06 PM Subject: Re: Space1999: Re: Alan Carter > All right, I'll put my 2 cents in on this topic. Alan > is my fave guy on the base, not necessarily cuz of the > accent - he has a great smile! After him would be > Tony. > > Jennie > > P.S. My daughter would like to vote for Tony but > she's not on this list, so her vote doesn't count, > right?! > > > --- Colleen Bement <space1999nut@hotmail.com> wrote: > > Do have to admit, Alan's accent made me melt! > > > > Colleen Bement > > > > __________________________________________________ > Do You Yahoo!? > Thousands of Stores. Millions of Products. All in one place. > Yahoo! Shopping: http://shopping.yahoo.com > > *********************************************************** > Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List > To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and > in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) > *********************************************************** > *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 10:26:22 -0800 From: Mateo Latosa <mlatosa@lausd.k12.ca.us> Subject: Re: Space1999: Happy Thanksgiving everyone I second those holiday wishes. Happy Thanksgiving! Mike Lynch wrote: > > I just wanted to wish everyone a happy and gluttonous Thanksgiving. > > ...Just think: if we were on Alpha right now we'd be gathered around a > soy turkey... I suppose the upside to this would be that they could > make it so that everyone could get a drumstick. > > Anyway - have a great holiday all. > > Mike > *********************************************************** > Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List > To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and > in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) > *********************************************************** *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 14:29:49 -0600 From: "Jeff Doyle" <jeffd@tranquility.net> Subject: Space1999: head count Hi Folks, I'm still here, but have been too hard-pressed by classes lately to do much more than lurk. Favorite babes on Alpha: 1.Maya 2. Tanya 3.Helena 4.Sandra A happy thanksgiving to all!! Jeff *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 12:33:01 -0800 From: Dennis Gonzales <elusive@best.com> Subject: Re: Space1999: Happy Thanksgiving everyone >I second those holiday wishes. Happy Thanksgiving! The same with you my friend. webmaster@mwfp.com www.mwfp.com *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Nov 1999 08:32:28 +0200 From: "Steven van der Merwe" <stevenm@tmlmag.co.za> Subject: Space1999: Moon's ability to traverse the universe - -----Original Message----- From: Mike Lynch <Mike-Lynch@bigfoot.com> >>....and I had even created a >50-some page web site dedicated to the theoretical biology and behavior >of the aliens in the ALIEN saga....>> What's your site's address, Mike? Would love to go and have a look. - -Steven. *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Nov 1999 05:18:00 -0500 (EST) From: moonbubba@webtv.net (moon bubba) Subject: Space1999: Space Guardians SPACE GUARDIANS By Brian Ball Chapter 3 "Gently Commander," he warned. "Think. It is real,not a dream. This is a planet. I exist,just as you do." Koenig began to recover from his bewildered stupefacation as he put his hand to his head. There had been a blow. The crash. That was it. Crashed,a concussion,and now hallucination. The man shook his head. "No,Commander. This is a planet. Its existence wont be suspected by your race for a hundred of your life times. Perhaps never." The smile,thought Koenig,betrayed the man,arrogant. "I had computer check out all the star systems in this sector. Not one has a habitable planet." "Commander,we can camouflage our existence from your archaic probes." Archaic? thought Koenig. He thinks were backward. "As you are,Commander," said the man. "And I should not toy with you." His voice changed,the smile disappeared,and his eyes blazed with something like exultation. "John Koenig,I am Raan,a citizen of Zenno. Look at Zenno City." He waved,and a dazzling panoramic view of the fantastic city Koenig had seen on the big screen of Main Mission Control unfolded and engulfed him. It's rearing towers climbed majestically into a violent purple sky. He was forced backwards. He felt dwarfed,a savage from the jungles of earth suddenly adrift in a modern city complex. "You will adjust,John Koenig," said Raan. "But first you must know that I read your thoughts. And I understand your feelings of inadequacy. They are well based. It will be thousands of years before your race begins to be able to reach out to us and meet us on something like level terms. Koenig looked past the man. Purple was the predominant hue of Zenno. Purple sky,a violent purple sun that hung darkly over the shimmering city. Then Koenig looked back at the man who called himself Raan. Telepathic. Raan nodded. "Try to adjust,Commander. It's true. I read your mind. And I brought you here." "And what of my ship?" Koenig said bitterly "And my command?" "Look" Raan's strange eyes shimmered,and the purple sky city dissolved into a glaring purple void. Koenig again had the sensation of immense distance. And then he saw himself. He was looking down at the slow breathing body of John Koenig. Visit Moonbubba's Moonbase at http://members.tripod.com/~moonbubba/home.html *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 26 Nov 1999 05:29:08 -0500 (EST) From: moonbubba@webtv.net (moon bubba) Subject: Space1999: Space Guardians THE SPACE GUARDIANS by Brian Ball November 1975 Chapter One Dr Helena Russell looked out over the bleak pinnacles of volcanic rock. She shivered. The reaches of space were so vast,so empty. A star,brighter than most,flared briefly. She turned away. Then she remembered Koenig's advice: "When it gets bad,Helena,go out and look at it close. The rock. The ash. And the craters. And then look up to the stars. When you do that ask yourself,Are we really alone out here? Try it Helena. Try it." She had. Koenig's quiet,reassuring words could soothe her fears most times,but not now. She remembered why. Koenig was away,checking on a reading from the computer. Moonbase Alpha was a different place without John Koenig. The routine of Medical Centre claimed her attention. A badly burned crewman needed dressings. Dr.Russell was guiltily glad of the chance to lose herself in professional attentions,to forget for awhile that they were on a barren rock and heading out of control into regions where the star maps ended. A hundred miles away,Commander Koenig was thinking along similar lines. Since the nuclear cataclysm which had blown the moon clear of earth and into it's giddying flight through uncharted space,he had become accustomed to the distances and the emptiness. And the danger. He could accept the tragedies incidental to keeping Moonbase Alpha a going concern. Nearing a new star system that might hold intelligent life no longer stirred him,for all they had sighted had so far proved to be barren. Accidents,disappointments,these were constants on Alpha. They could be borne with. But what Koenig could never accept was the glaring truth of their complete and final severance from earth. It was a life sentence. Always to live on the grey ash,dust and rock. Always to need machines to survive. It was unthinkable. There had to be a way back. He suppressed a sigh that turned into a yawn. Carter,pilot of the exploratory Eagle,noticed. "Tired,John?" he asked the Moonbase Commander. All the Eagle's crew were tired. "You look it. I hate to say it,but it's another useless trip. Ten hours looking for a lode of mineral deposits we can use and nothing to show for our time." "Anything,Sandra?" called Koenig. Koenig couldnt show what he felt. The technician, Sandra Benes,answered from the passenger module: "No show, Commander. I've triple checked the bearing the computer gave us,but there's no sign of the indicated deposits." Koenig looked at her,a slim,dark haired girl who radiated efficiency. If she said her monitors gave a no show,he believed her. "The computer was certain," put in Professor Bergman. "Strange. We've quartered the co-ordinates for hours." His thin face looked remote. "It shouldn't be wrong. John,there WAS a radiation effect. See." Carter looked at the clipboard with it's shadowy lines. Bergman pressed switches,and the screen reproduced the hazy bluish smear which had got the computer as near excitment as it ever could. "Here it is,Commander," said Sandra Benes. She tore off a read-out from the Eagle's computer link. Bergman was still troubled. "There WAS an effect. It had a cause. John,how about a freak radiation-" "Search complete," called Sandra Benes. Then she noticed that Bergman was talking. "Oh,I'm sorry for interrupting, Professor." "It's nothing,Sandra." "Well,Victor?" said Koenig. "A stray thought,nothing firm, John." "Head for Moonbase,Commander?" asked Carter. Koenig still looked at the thin,ascetic face. But Bergman shook his head. "I'll check it out when we get back ," he said. "We're wasting time here. I could use some sleep myself." "Alan,head for home," Koenig ordered. "Eagle One to Alpha." The screen in front of him blipped and showed the round face of Paul Morrow at Main Mission Control. "Theres nothing but dust and rock again,Paul." Koenig hid his disappointment. "We're heading back." Bergman looked out from the forward con. A star system hung delicately above the rearing jagged horizon ahead. His eyes narrowed. "Unless..." And then he gasped in sudden shock as the ship bucked in a tight turn. Carter yelled hoarsley as he was slammed back in his seat. Sandra Benes hurtled towards a bank of monitors and crashed in a shattered heap. Bergman's wiry strength kept him from harm;Carter was in his restraint harness, as regulations demanded. Koenig saw blank black space as the ship again switch backed violently. "Eagle One to Alpha!" he gasped. "Emergency! Losing control..." Koenig fastened one strap of the restraint harness. He glimpsed the screen. Blank. The thrust of the ship was too much to allow him to move,but he could see no life in the intercom screen. Then the ship dived in a bewildering,bone jarring rush. Bergman was still trying to reach the still body of Sandra when the ship dived. His motion continued, sickeningly fast until he lurched into a bulk head. Then he too crumpled into unconsciousness."Power!" Koenig yelled to the pilot. He couldnt reach the dual controls. "Pull her out,Alan,hold her!" Ahead,downwards,the grey rocks waited. Koenig heard his own voice and that of Carter. Somewhere behind,the dull sound of bone and flesh thudding on metal. "It's responding!" Carter yelled "She's comng round!" Koenig was driven back by the forces surging from the eagle's two engines. He cartwheeled as the ship slid past a mammoth outcrop of black tooth-edged rock. His last memories were of a jolting that shook every plate of the ship;of the jangling sound of metal ripping;of a great well of blackness encompassing the eagle;and the harness giving in a thrust that propelled him the length of the command module,to slam into the forward con,thinking,"It shouldnt end like this,not on a grey-black surface." Then an appalling blow on his head. And that was all: pain and regret, red blackness, nothing. Paul Morrow assumed command as he was contacting Dr.Russell. Helena's face appeared on the screen. "How bad?" he asked. "Do you get a reading?" "I know three are alive,one weak. But Commander Koenig's medical monitor doesnt register." They all had the same thought. She felt like running,but she remained calm. "Dr.Russell,prepare a medical team and get over to launch pad seven. I want you on the way in five minutes." Her heart racing,she detailed her team. No one dared to name the unspoken thought... Chapter 2 It had been a long walk,but Koenig felt curiously refreshed. If he hadnt known how absurd the idea to be,he could have been striding along a tree lined road with the wind cutting across a grassland and the sun warm on his face. The space suit hardly worried him,the heavy headpiece rubbed only gently on his shoulders. He pushed a button and stepped through the airlock. They'd be surprised to see him. Curious that the rescue mission had been so long. But they probably had other things to attend to. It hadnt been such a bad crash after all. Bergman and service technician Sandra Benes injured but not critically. Carter in good spirits even though he had not been able to raise Alpha. Someone had to make the long walk,so Koenig ordered them to remain with the eagle. Koenig pushed off his helmet. The travel tube accelerated and within a minute he was in the corridor which led to Main Mission Control. A sense of urgency filled him now,but also a feeling of well being. He had survived. There were injuries,but it was not a disaster. "Paul?" he called as the door slid open. A low humming filled the room. Air circulating fans: a subdued electonic whisper from screens:the sense of power units pumping power into moonbase. All as it should be. Except that no one ever noticed the low insistent noise. There was always the sound of the human voice to hide it. "David!" Koenig heard his voice ring out into the near silence. Main Mission was deserted. Puzzled Koenig walked to his office. The door slid back at his touch. "Paul!" It was so strange as to be puzzling. Always there was movement,life,the sounds of human activity. Decisions,questions,small jokes,the common courtesies of their lives. Suddenly Koenig whirled. There had been movement. He glimpsed the woman. She was a stranger to him and was already fading in a strange haze. She was quite tall,slim,dressed in a long gown which shimmered with red and gold lights. It covered her body yet revealed its beauties. The form beneath had a graceful elegance,rounded and slender,honey bronze and exquisite. And she had vanished in the moment he had looked at her. He shivered and walked to the big screen. The scanners in orbit would show him Moonbase,pinpoint any aberrations and pick out the cause of the mystery. Koenig pushed a button and the scanner blazed instantly. Koenig reeled. The impact was tremendous. A city filled the screen. Dazzling shapes,iridescent under a calm and brilliant purple sky. Koenig reached for the console and strained against vertigo. Blue and purple particles spun before him. There was a sense of darkness,of impossible distances and unimaginable speed. And then slowly, a figure took shape. A man,thought Koenig, He was tall,as tall as Koenig,wide shouldered and confident. "Welcome to Zenno,Commander Koenig" he said. Visit Moonbubba's Moonbase at http://members.tripod.com/~moonbubba/home.html *********************************************************** Online Alpha - The Space: 1999 Mailing List To unsubscribe: send email to majordomo@buffnet.net and in the body put unsubscribe space1999 (or space1999-digest) *********************************************************** ------------------------------ End of space1999-digest V3 #309 *******************************