Spycrabs & Warbirds
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The quarantine effort in west Connacht is not one of epic battles. Long, dull periods of watching the coasts for Fomorian pirates and those who would aid them for their own ends, broken up by small, squalid skirmishes in the bogs and pine forests. Constantly watching for reality going out to lunch.
For the British military, west Connacht is just a tedious and unwelcome theatre. But for the dwarves of Ireland, who wish to retake their homeland, and the Fomorians who drove them out, this war is a personal matter.
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Tales of the low-intensity conflict around western Connacht, and some of the attempts by other powers to interfere with the British and Dwarven containment efforts.
- Porter – a British soldier comes to terms with being turned into a Fomorian.
- In Which The Kingdom of Scandinavia Plans To Troll The British Navy – the Kingdom of Scandinavia are at odds with the British Empire, and think Ireland is a useful distraction.
- Submarine Dropoff – a submarine delivers an arms shipment to the disaster zone.
- A Useful Politician – the Scandinavians build on their dropoffs by tipping off a specific politician.
- Infiltration – Fomorian raiders infiltrate a dwarven outpost.
- Of Snakes and Birds – a journalist overhears a conversation in a pub.
- Negative Colours – reality should not look like a photographic negative!
- Site Reconnaisance – checking up on an outpost that has been oddly quiet.
- Serpentoid Site Scouts – humanoid snakes at work.
Philip Rowlands
Philip Rowlands is a software engineer, originally from Dublin and now resident in Galway. He first got the idea to write fiction set in Co. Galway after recurring hikes into the hills of Connemara while studying Physics at the University of Galway, but it didn't really take off until the COVID lockdowns of 2020-2022.
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Spycrabs & Warbirds - Philip Rowlands
Porter
THE LIGHT THAT SHONE into his face made it difficult to see much in the room, but it didn't block his ears. He could hear somebody settling themselves into a chair, probably a more comfortable one than the metal monstrosity he sat in, thick leather straps around his arms and legs – the meaty arms and legs that were covered in ugly green scaly patches. Behind the light, he heard matches being struck, smelled a cigarette or cigar coming to life.
He straightened up and tensed as somebody cleared their throat, before a button clicked. When the man behind the light spoke, it was in an upper-class accent that didn't quite mask the speaker's roots in Malahide. His manner was unhurried.
We'll get started. You are James David Porter, is that correct?
Yes, sir.
Where were you born?
Number 11, Pound Lane, Maynooth. First of June, 1880.
Born to who?
Michael and Andrea Porter. Dad was a corporal in the Royal Irish Fusiliers for twelve years. My mother was a greengrocer's daughter.
So far, this wasn't as bad as the previous sessions elsewhere. If anything, this officer sounded like he was going through the motions, languidly drawing on and exhaling the cigar.
Where and when did you enlist, Porter?
Fifth of March, 1896. Same regiment as Dad; last time I remember him crying.
Why?
James considered this. What was the man asking him? Why had he enlisted? Why had his father been crying?
Sir?
Why did you enlist?
"The...the banshee attack on Castlebar a month earlier, sir. My aunt and uncle were there a week before it happened. We...we didn't even know if they were alive until they sent a telegram from Enfield!" That moment of sheer, unbridled relief had been one of the happiest of his life. In the aftermath, enlistment had jumped fourfold, driven by equal parts of hatred towards those cave-dwelling elves who had somehow corrupted the very nature of reality, and peer pressure.
You desired a chance to prevent a similar occurrence?
Yes, sir. The entire street wanted that.
Hmm.
A languid draw on the cigar. How long were you in basic training, and where were you stationed after?
Six months. After that, another six months in Dublin. Then we were shipped out to Egypt for two long years.
Don't like the heat?
the officer asked, sounding amused. Or perhaps the natives?
Not really fond of the heat, sir.
Another draw on the cigar. Does Operation Briarwood in May of 1912 ring a bell?
Porter winced. Yes, sir.
Summarise it for me.
Porter took a deep breath. "I was told we would be attacking a conversion centre the Fomorian Brotherhood had set up under the hills west of Oughterard. We were the advance party; we were supposed to confirm the location, seal them off, and wait for the dwarven airships to show up with some kind of attack gas. That was the plan. It was – pardon my language – a complete bloody disaster."
There were no survivors from the advance party. What happened?
Porter's heart sank.
Nothing went right. They knew we were coming. The bloody cavalry and airships never arrived. Eventually, they...they overran us.
For a moment, he was not in the interrogation room, but in a pine forest that was mildly boggy underfoot. He had just seen Corporal Morgan's head ripped apart by a shotgun blast to the face, and responded with a rage-fuelled bayonet thrust to the monster's throat. The Fomorian fell with a bubbling scream, clawing at the gaping wound in it's throat as he ripped out the blade, eyes darting around for the next target.
Another Fomorian screamed a name and lunged at him, swinging an axe. He ducked the enraged, clumsy blow and twisted the rifle around to lunge at the monster's stomach. With a sudden burst of speed – far faster than something that heavily built had any right to be – the orc dodged it, swinging the axe down onto the rifle. The shock drove it from his hands, disarming him just long enough for the monster to grab him and, eyes glinting with malicious glee, raise the axe. He closed his eyes.
The blow never came. Instead, he heard another orc speaking in a fervent, scornful tone that sounded like it was lambasting the one that held him. He cracked open his eyes, and his heart sank as he saw another orc standing behind his would-be executioner, clad in light green robes and an adjusted helmet. One of the Brotherhood's enforcers.
Corporal?
Sir?
Porter was abruptly yanked back to the present.
How many of them were there?
"I counted at least thirty dead to