“Hello Muckrakers, this is Technology & Space Cruiser Reporter Sp’Rark!” “And this is Editor-In-Chief C’therax!” “And this sweet ride is the new and improved NeonNebula Optimex!” Sp’Rark said. “AHHHHHHHHH!!!” As Sp’Rark said the name of the starship, she fired its fusion thrusters, causing a sudden and heavy wave of G-forces to crash into C’therax. “CUT!” […]Read More G-Forces
Many Earthlings recently had their people’s celebration of Fathers. That inspired our own Sp’Rark to reflect on hers. When I was little, my father and I would go under the stars and trade stories. Favula’s sky was a painting of heroes and monsters. Dad taught me them all . . . their names, their tales, […]Read More Under a Foreign Sky
Trebbuske Lunaria, or just Trebble as he is known by his millions of adoring fans, is one of the most famous composers in the galaxy. “Buzzardlies [the proper name for Trebble’s species], love music. We value our sense of hearing much, much more than our sense of sight. Music is how we worship, how we […]Read More Martians Abuzz for Interplanetary Composer
“Martian sentiment has turned sharply against the C’rululian Empire,” the soldier stammered out to General Vikiper. Vikiper enjoyed the tremor in the soldier’s body as he spoke, but not enough to offset the seriousness of the news. “Continue.” Vikiper ordered. “Several soldiers with ties close to the Empire have been relieved from duty in the Martian […]Read More Unchained
Sarah remembered that when she was little, people would dress up as ghosts, witches or goblins for Halloween. Now Martians were all the rage. People would smear themselves in all sorts of gross green makeup and try to add strange appendages to themselves. Modern trick-or-treaters never got the green of real Martians right. Martian green […]Read More Post Hallowtide
Previously on The Martian Muckraker: For months Sarah of Earth and C’therax of Mars traded information by interplanetary transmission to aid the cause of freedom on both sides of Earth’s Great Barricade. Earthling authorities want Sarah, an influential political agitator, arrested or killed but lack the political consensus to do so. C’therax and his allies […]Read More Trapped!
Hello, my name is F’delty. Would that you could see the tears on the transmitter as I write this… My father was one of thousands of Martians who hailed Mars begging for escape transports the day the Earthlings’ Great Barricade started to rise. For years, we have had no information of the outside galaxy, no […]Read More Newspaper in Exile
“C’therax! W-why h-haven’t you been t-t-transmitting?” Sarah said at the hologram. For months C’therax had been providing her information to share with the stranded Martian community on Earth. The past several weeks the signal had been silent and many of the underground Martians were getting worried. Outside she had her speaker blaring rock and roll […]Read More A More Perfect Internet
C’therax entered the small silver cylindrical habitation. It was nothing luxurious, but for good reason. It was expensive to transport anything across Jupiter’s gravity field. For those who loved gravity diving or wanted to be away from the busier planets though, this moon was the place to be. Through the shimmer of the gravity shield […]Read More What did you know?
“F’delty, this is Michael, my cousin.” Sarah said. F’delty gave a slight bow and shook Michael’s hand. “Sarah’s efforts to reverse Earthling hatred of the Martian people have given us much hope,” F’delty said. Michael nodded, never the talkative type. Sarah opened her laptop and activated the Command Line Interface. A few commands later a […]Read More Spider on a Mission