Roaches In The Attic Series

The natural inclination of Man is to war with other Men. This is our destiny, to grasp the stars and to bring our weapons of destruction with us. But what really is Man, and more importantly, why is Man? The great voyage begins here as Man encounters other Men, equally clever and as warlike as He is. This time, war will be waged for the conquest of the entire universe. Rating: HIGH controversy.

In order to reach the stars, Man must first cut the roots from beneath his feet. This will not be an easy task. The few who control the many relish their authority and power. The evolution of the human species from being Earth-bound to becoming Space-bound must undergo severe growing pains. Freedom comes at great cost. Threats will emerge from above and from below. Rating: MEDIUM controversy.

The natural inclination of Man is war. Man will wage war against his surroundings, against nature and even against other Men. If Man travels into space, so too must war follow him. If Man discovers new species of Men, Men with an equal thirst for authority and dominance, new wars between them become inevitable. In this bold new conflict, only the strong will survive. Rating: HIGH controversy.

On Earth and in the Attic, chaos and uncertainty loom over the heads of Men. Where will the next enemy warship come streaking down? Have we readied our tools of battle: our uniforms, our helmets and our rifles? Will this be the final confrontation both sides are eager for and also fearful of? Let the lines be drawn. Let this last conflict for galactic supremacy begin. Rating: MEDIUM controversy.

For rookie Spaceman Harold Douglas, the mission sounded simple enough. Take the squad of Space Marines out, discover why the outpost had gone offline, and bring them back home in one piece. That was before the transport suddenly vanished, stranding them all on an alien planet. Now, they are fighting for their lives against the greatest threat humanity has ever seen. Rating: MEDIUM controversy. Roaches Like a plague they descended, dropping into the midst of the unprepared and frightened soldiers as dozens of bouncing, pummeling cannonballs. Plasma fire whines across the battlefield as skittish fingers pump on smoothly gliding triggers, hitting the alien creatures’ hard shells and deflecting the lethal beams in all directions, including back among our own troops. Howls of pain erupt from the mouths of mortally wounded men, only slightly eclipsed by the orders from their commanding officers. Through it all, the balled-up insects roll toward where the concentration of soldiers is at its thickest. Then, displaying an uncanny and unnerving sense of synchronicity, the tumbling balls halt all at once and begin to unfurl. Their trademark clicking commences, a combination of sharp screeches and disconcerting snaps that causes involuntary winces and fuels an instinct of panic in some of the young Marines. This noise, of course, serves to briefly stun the troops, as half a dozen jet-black limbs telescope from the rising monstrous bodies. Their two thick and thorny legs lift them to nearly an equal height as the men. Two pairs of arms simultaneously uncurl and clasp together, as if the creatures were uttering some dark prayer. For a brief moment, a split second, it seems as if nothing is happening, until the first shock waves hit. Death comes quickly to the innermost circle of gawking and gaping spectators, as invisible beams of intense heat immediately incinerate or explode their bodies. The after-effects of the assaults consume a second row of the tightly grouped soldiers, bursting their hair and clothes into flames, and melting their hard polymer weapons in their grips. A high percentage of the front line infantry, whether through panic or injury, or even simple confusion, is rendered ineffective... (Partial notes recovered during the aftermath of the War on Betelren Six, Space Corps Outpost 02-27. The author’s identity is not known. The date is Tuesday, January 20, 2060. This is the date of first contact.)