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Trouble on Jinji 5 (Troubleshooters 8)
Trouble on Jinji 5 (Troubleshooters 8)
Trouble on Jinji 5 (Troubleshooters 8)
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A gang of crooks sabotaged the shuttle line on the planet Jinji 5, to stop anyone interfering while they hijacked a load of ore worth £2 000 000. They didn’t realise they would strand a shuttle on the planet. And we happened to be in that shuttle. ‘We’ are me (Tony) and Bea (my girl cousin). We’re agents –Troubleshooters – of the Galactic Federation. We snuck out, met the ruler of the planet, and agreed to try to stop the robbers. The bossy young princess insisted on helping us, and including her nasty older brother.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherDr E J Yeaman
Release dateJan 16, 2015
ISBN9781310857607
Trouble on Jinji 5 (Troubleshooters 8)
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Dr E J Yeaman

I retired (early) and started a new career as a writer. I wrote short stories and articles. Some were published; some won prizes; some sank without trace.Having heard my stories, two friends suggested I should write for children. I’d never thought of that, although I’d spent my first career communicating with young people – as a Chemistry teacher, and running clubs for badminton, chess, table tennis and hillwalking.I tried writing for young people – and I loved it. It became my main occupation. I sent samples to publishers. One asked to see a complete story. In excitement, I sent it off. Then nothing. After four months, I rang, and was told the manuscript was being considered: I would be notified. Then more nothing. Now, after eight years, I no longer rush to the door when the letter box rattles.But I kept writing the stories because I enjoyed it so much. Until, in late 2013, I learned I could publish my stories and games as e-books. Since then, I’ve been polishing and issuing some of them. I hope everyone enjoys reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.Check out the series:C: Charades – party game – a new twist to the traditional game.D: Diagags – party game – gags written as plays for two people.M: My Story – novels – classical stories, told by the heroes.O: One-Offs – party game – guess the titles, not quite the classical ones.P: Pop Tales – short stories – inspired by 60s and 70s hit songs.Q: Quote-Outs – word games – can you deduce the missing words?S: Inside Story – novels – a boy’s adventures inside classical stories.T: Troubleshooters – novels – space adventures for young people.

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    Trouble on Jinji 5 (Troubleshooters 8) - Dr E J Yeaman

    TROUBLESHOOTERS 8

    TROUBLE

    ON

    JINJI 5

    Published by EJY at Smashwords

    Copyright 2015 Dr E J Yeaman

    All characters in this publication are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

    This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be resold, or given away, to other people. If you would like to share this e-book with other people, please buy additional copies. If you did not buy this e-book, or it was not bought for you, then please go to Smashwords.com and buy your own copy. Thank you for respecting the work of this author.

    CONTENTS

    1. DARK? COLD?

    2. WATCH THE SKILL.

    3. WHAT’S VULCANATE?

    4. YOU!

    5. IF YOU GIVE ME A GUN.

    6. I DIDN’T ENJOY THAT.

    7. THERE’S A GUARD.

    8. THIS IS MY PLANET.

    9. THROW DOWN YOUR GUNS.

    10. CAN YOU DRIVE THAT?

    11. A TINY CHANCE.

    12. AND A THOUSAND ROCKS.

    13. LET’S HAVE HIS CLOAK.

    14. WHAT D’YOU MEAN – NO?

    15. REVIVE HIM.

    16. BAD NEWS.

    17. BAXION - BROADCASTING.

    18. GOT YOU!

    19. A LOUD CRACK.

    20. A ROUND HOLE.

    21. TAKE OVER THE SHIP?

    22. CAN YOU TAKE US BACK?

    23. CATACLYSMIC?

    24. PRETTY ROUGH.

    25. WE’RE OFF!

    FROM DOC YEAMAN

    TROUBLESHOOTERS 59

    TROUBLE ON CH-CH 4

    SAMPLE

    1. TROUBLE IN MINE.

    2. NOW, BEAN. TELL.

    HAVE YOU MET JAM?

    TROUBLE ON JINJI 5

    1

    DARK? COLD?

    I lazily opened my eyes. It was dark. The air felt cold on my face. Dark? Cold? Something was wrong: the shuttle should be warm and bright.

    Shuttles are little cabins with one bunk above the other. They’re the usual way of travelling between planets that are far apart. They hop through the stations of the planets between. The hops twist your guts, so the shuttle puts you to sleep for the trip, and for an hour after, to recover.

    But, when you waken, the shuttle is warm and light. Not cold and dark.

    As I sat up on my bunk, a nervous voice came from the one below. Tony, what’s happened?

    That was my young cousin. Young means younger than me. I’m 13; she’s only 11½. She’s a skinny girl: when they were giving out muscles, she was back in the queue for more brains. Her mum and dad call her Beatrice, and her official name is Bea, but I’ve always called her the Bean. She’s a good kid.

    A few months ago, the Bean and I accidentally found the secret Earth base of the Galactic Federation. We became agents of the Federation. This time, we weren’t on a mission: we were on our way home. But, if this was Farhoy 12, the nearest shuttle station to Earth, something was badly wrong with it.

    I’ll get a torch. I jumped down and felt my way to the kit trolley, a big metal box on wheels, carrying the equipment we’d used on our trip.

    The shuttle began to shake, making the kit trolley wobble under my hands. I asked, D’you feel that?

    Is it an earth tremor? Maybe that’s why the power went off.

    The shaking died down as I swung the torch beam round the shuttle. The Bean was sitting on the edge of her bunk, looking worried.

    I said, The shuttle looks OK. I faced the door. Open. It didn’t move. That was no surprise.

    I shone the torch on the metal surface of the door. Isn’t there a slot on those doors so that you can open them if the power goes off?

    Tony… Tony, perhaps we should put on our expedition suits.

    That’s a good idea.

    Our expedition suits were in the kit trolley. They’d go over our uniforms, protecting us and keeping us warm.

    Should we wear our helmets? When I turned to ask the Bean, hers was on. I didn’t ask: I put mine on.

    We’d better wear these. I held up a wrist unit – like a watch with a screen, used for translation.

    I’ll take one. I suppose we should wear our stun-guns.

    And our knives. I’d rather be laughed at by a friendly native than caught by an unfriendly one.

    Kitted up as if we were going on a dangerous mission, we went to the door. It still wouldn’t obey a command, but I found the slot near the edge. I put two fingers in, and pulled gently. The door slid open a crack.

    No light streamed in. We waited with eyes and ears straining. Nothing disturbed the silence.

    After a few seconds, I put the torch and an eye to the gap. All I could see was a band of grey wall and floor.

    I pulled the door wider, poked my head and shoulders through, and swept my beam over the room – bare walls, bare floor. The ceiling was the usual white plastic but it wasn’t glowing as usual.

    Nothing, I told the Bean. In the silence, my voice sounded horribly loud. To show I wasn’t nervous, I added, I’ll have a look round. Maybe it fooled the Bean, but it didn’t fool me.

    I slipped out. This was a typical small communication centre – about the size of my maths room in school. One long wall had our shuttle door and two transporter doors (for shorter trips). On the wall at the left was the blank screen of Victor, the Federation computer.

    And, under that, a hole so big that I could’ve put my head in. The edges were burned. Inside was a mess of charred plastic and melted metal.

    From the doorway of the shuttle, the Bean said, That explains why our shuttle stopped.

    I added, And an earth tremor didn’t do that.

    Jinji 5, said the Bean. What do you know about Jinji 5?

    Jinji 5? I asked.

    She flashed her beam over the plate above the shuttle door, showing the name of the planet.

    Never heard of it.

    Neither have I. Take care.

    We crept to the entrance, in the other end of the room. It led into a corridor cut out of cream-coloured rock. We must be underground.

    We clipped the torches onto our helmets. The beams disappeared into the distance in the empty corridor. Empty? Was that a lumpy shadow on the floor? As we crept towards it, I realised what it was. The body of a man.

    2

    WATCH THE SKILL.

    I shone my beam on the body. He might’ve been an Earthman although his lips were pale, and his skin was smooth and white – white like milk. His hair shone like golden wire. He wore a dirty light blue tee shirt and slacks.

    I knelt beside him and found his wrist. His skin was cold, but maybe not the cold of death.

    The Bean asked anxiously, Any pulse?

    I can’t find.... Yes! It’s at the side of his wrist. And it feels strong. Would you bring a reanimator?

    Couldn’t we…? All right. She ran into the comm centre and came back, plugging a reanimator onto a power pack. She gave it to me.

    I put the white pad to the guy’s forehead and pressed the green button. Nothing. He doesn’t look badly injured. He’s probably drugged. I slipped the reanimator in my pocket and turned my torch on the dark grey double doors that blocked the corridor about ten metres farther on.

    As my beam hit them, they swung open, letting in a reddish glow and two men, carrying something long and thin. They were already worried but, when they saw us, their minds flooded with fear. They dropped what they were carrying, and ran.

    I need to explain. Young natives of Earth can sense the minds of people from other planets. That’s the main reason the Federation wanted us to be agents.

    The object – maybe a rolled-up stretcher – had stopped the doors from shutting. With my finger on the trigger of my gun, I pushed them wider.

    The doors opened into the side of a much bigger tunnel. About fifty metres to the right, another pair of doors was swinging shut behind the two men. That was the only movement.

    This tunnel was also cut through cream-coloured rock. It was wider than a two-lane road, and higher than a double-decker bus. It was lit by a red strip along one top corner, not bright, but letting us switch off our torches.

    I told the Bean, The men went through these doors. I suppose we’ll have to go after them.

    They were frightened.

    Yeah, but I want to check the other direction first. Isn’t that another set of doors along there? Will you wait here?

    Y…yes, but, Tony, don’t go out of sight.

    I jogged along – on my toes. The doors were as high and wide as the corridor. They had bolts, but they weren’t fixed. I leaned on the one at the left. It moved more easily than I expected, letting in a flash of sunlight which made the corridor lights seem dim and red.

    I peeped through the crack. A rock slope led gently down to a flat space with a huge black box – a spaceship. The scene shimmered in bright sunlight. Nothing moved.

    I let the door swing shut and ran back to the Bean.

    She asked, Outside?

    "Yeah. A landing site with a ship. A big one. Cargo ship, I think. Nobody

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