[Chapter 9] Popeye the Astronaut Man

Now that Popeye has entered the public domain, I am writing a science-fiction story starring the sailor in an entirely new adventure. This story will be told over the next thirteen weeks exclusively available to members. If you’re not a member, now’s a great time to join.

I plan to self-publish the entire work this summer. In the meantime, here’s Chapter Nine: Mission to Ropoda Prime.

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The conference room aboard the Space Hag was a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the mess hall. There was a hushed silence in the air as the senior officers gathered around the holographic table. Their faces were all etched with concern.

Buck Rogers projected a tactical map of the galaxy, highlighting Ropoda-controlled territories and strategic outposts.

"The situation is deteriorating," he announced grimly. "The Ropodas are gaining ground. Their forces are pushing deeper into our allied territory.

He pushed his hands apart, zooming the projection into a cluster of stars. There were a series of three planets orbiting one star in a line.

"This is their stronghold, their central command. If we can strike at their heart and disrupt their hive mind, we might be able to slow their advance and buy ourselves some time."

He looked around the table, his gaze settling on each officer in turn.

"I'm proposing a risky mission. It will consist of a small team infiltrating their homeworld, disrupting their command structure, and gathering intelligence on their next moves."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.

"This is a dangerous operation with a low probability of success. As such, I cannot expect to order any of you to do it. Volunteers only."

A tense silence filled the room. The officers exchanged glances, weighing the risks against the potential rewards. Popeye, despite his initial apprehension, felt a surge of adrenaline. This was it — a chance to make a real difference.

"Captain, I'd like to volunteer," he said firmly.