<meta name="LineWrap" content="true"><TITLE>SR_Bk1 0001</TITLE><A HREF="SR_Bk1-0002.txt">Next (Page 2)</A><BR>SEVERE REPAIR: BOOK ONE<P>A Science Fiction Novel by Frank Edward Nora<P><P>"An Interdimensional Universe Of Characters On The Chaotic Edge Of The End Of Everything"<P><P>This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or are used fictitiously.<P><P>Copyright  2004 by Frank Edward Nora<P><P>Some rights reserved. You may download and share this file with some restrictions:<P><P>The electronic version of this book is released under a Creative Commons "Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.0" license. Here is a summary of the license: You are free to copy, distribute, display, and perform the work, under the following conditions: [1] Attribution. You must give the original author credit. [2] Noncommercial. You may not use this work for commercial purposes. [3] No Derivative Works. You may not alter, transform, or build upon this work. [4] For any reuse or distribution, you must make clear to others the license terms of this work. [5] Any of these conditions can be waived if you get permission from the copyright holder. Please visit SevereRepair.com for the complete license.<P><P>Published by Frank Edward Nora<P><P>More info at SevereRepair.com<P><P>First Edition: November 2004<P><P><P>--------------------------<P>CHAPTER 1<P>--------------------------<P><P>"It's time I told you all something about Yellowhaus," Chamomile said, walking to the far side of the meeting table. She wore a light-yellow martial arts outfit.<P><P>Sulfur let out a single cynical snicker.<P><P>"What does it matter now?" he said. <P><P>Chamomile sat down.<P><P>"I guess it's back to Hell for me!" the devil girl Lemon said, leaning on her pitchfork.<P><P>"Me too! Me too!" the mad dog guy Canary yelped out.<P><P>The huge, furry, yellow beast Buff jumped up and grabbed a bar on the ceiling, swinging. "I don't think you have anything to worry about, Canary. You'll get there one way or another."<P><P>"How! How!" Canary yelled, swinging his chain around.<P><P>"There's something you all need to know about Yellowhaus," Chamomile said softly but firmly.<P><P>"What?" Sulfur asked, fashioning and solidifying a grim reaper figurine out of the mists surrounding his body. He wore yellow combat fatigues.<P><P>"Hey, I know that guy!" Lemon commented brightly.<P><P>"C'mon everybody," Buff said, still swinging. "So what if it's not us saving the day this time? We can't save the world every time. The Libertine A-Wave needs some practice anyway!"<P><P>Chamomile looked up at Buff, a deadly serious look on her face. <P><P>"The Libertine A-Wave are all dead."<P><P>Buff paused in his swinging, then continued, saying only "Oh."<P><P>"Now how could that have happened?" Sulfur asked.<P><P>"Look all of you!" Chamomile said loudly, standing up. "I know we're used to this sort of thing, but there's something you have to know! Yellowhaus is a lot more than just our base of operations. It's an ancient... vehicle."<P><P>"Is that why we never had a Yellowhausmobile?" Lemon asked, smiling broadly.<P><P>Chamomile looked down, trying to hold in her frustration, a dull, dead feeling covering her whole body. Then she looked up and spoke, the beginnings of tears in her eyes.<P><P>"I never told any of you because I didn't think it was important. But Yellowhaus has the ability to move between worlds, between universes. And it... and..."<P><P>The four others were silent.<P><P>"...it has a... a safety mechanism. Whenever a world is about to... end... it gets ready to transport away, automatically. And... and when we were just coming in, I noticed that... that the worldend autotransport had activated itself."<P><P>Chamomile was now openly weeping, a sight none of the others had ever seen from their leader.<P><P>"Yellowhaus will transport away from this world in about 40 minutes," she said.<P><P>"So what does this mean?" Sulfur asked.<BR><A HREF="SR_Bk1-0002.txt">Next (Page 2)</A>