Trouble in Warp Space
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Authors: Franklin W. Dixon
Lights . . . Camera . . . Fire!
“Are you the contest winner?” Rod Webb, the director of
Warp Space,
asked, looking at Chet Morton. “Why aren’t you in costume? We’ve got to get rolling here!”
“My sister, Iola, won the contest,” Chet said. “She’s in makeup.”
“Terrific,” said Webb, meaning just the opposite. He glanced around and sniffed the air. “Is one of you smoking? There’s no smoking on the set.”
“Not us,” Joe said. “We’re tobacco free. But that stuntman . . .”
“Wait a minute, Joe,” Frank said. “I smell it, too, and it’s not cigarettes.”
From behind the hill beyond camp, black smoke billowed into the morning sky. Then small tongues of orange flame danced atop the nearby ridge.
Chet gasped. “Fire!”
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Chapter 2:
Lights . . . Camera . . . Fire!
Chapter 3:
Chet Morton: Slayer from Sirius
Chapter 11:
Battle on the Bridge
Chapter 15:
The Message from Space
“I don’t know, guys,” Chet Morton said. “This doesn’t look much like outer space to me.” He pressed his nose close to the car window and peered out into the early-morning dusty parking lot.
“You’re not taking into account the magic of special effects,” Frank Hardy replied with a smile. He pulled the van into a gravel-covered parking space and turned off the engine. Frank, his younger brother, Joe, Chet, and Chet’s sister, Iola, piled out of the car and looked around.
The lot was in the middle of a huge, green forest of pine, maple, and oak trees on the fringe of Kendall State Park, several hours north of Bayport, the Hardys’ hometown. Several dirt pathways—some
wide enough for a car—led from the parking area into the woods.
“
Warp Space
will need a big SFX budget to turn these woods into another planet,” Joe Hardy said. He ran one hand through his wavy blond hair and squinted into the morning sunlight.
“
Nothing
about this show is big budget,” Chet commented.
Iola crinkled her nose at her older brother. “Hey,” she said, “I didn’t notice you cutting down
Warp Space
when you entered me in this contest—without even asking.”
“Well, it was against the rules for me to enter myself twice,” Chet said, shrugging. He smiled at his younger sister. “I figured you’d give the prize to me because you wouldn’t want it.”
“Not want a bit part on a TV show,” Iola said, her gray eyes sparkling. She shook her short dark hair and flashed her best movie-star smile. “It was
my
entry that won, even if you did fill it out. I can hardly wait to see my name up in lights.”
Chet stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets, sighed, and leaned against the van. “But you’ve never even
watched
the show,” he said.
“I’ve done a lot of research on the Internet since I won,” Iola said, “and I watched your collection of tapes, too. I bet I know more about
Warp Space
than you do now.”
“I don’t think you can win this argument, Chet,” Joe said.
“Tell me about it,” Chet replied. “She may be your girlfriend, Joe, but I have to live with her.” All four of the teens chuckled.
Frank checked his watch and frowned. “Wasn’t the producer supposed to meet us now?” he asked.
“The executive producer,” Chet said. “Sandy O’Sullivan.”
“And head writer,” Iola added. “She also created the series.”
“And she does a lot of the publicity, too,” Chet put in.
Frank shot a look at his brother. “I feel like I’m in an episode of
Can You Top This
?” he said.
“Just a little of the old Morton competitiveness,” Joe said, grinning at Iola. She crinkled her nose at him.
Just then a blue SUV appeared on one of the dirt trails. The car skidded to a halt in the lot, and a thin woman with close-cropped brown hair hopped out.
“Are you the Morton party?” she asked, and they all nodded. “Sorry I’m late.” She walked across the dusty lot and extended her hand to Iola. “I’m Sandy O’Sullivan. You must be Iola. Congratulations on winning a week in
Warp Space.
”
Iola shook hands with her. “Thanks,” she said. “These are my guests. The big oaf is my brother,
Chet. The handsome blond guy is my boyfriend, Joe Hardy, and the tall, dark-haired one is his brother, Frank.”
Sandy nodded at the young men. “Pleased to meet you all. We’re running a bit late, so if you’ll all hop into my car, we can ride out to the location.”
The four teens climbed into the SUV, and Sandy took the wheel. “Behind schedule is
Warp Space
’s natural state of being,” she said. “Producing a science-fiction series is always tricky. Fasten your seat belts.”
“Atomic batteries to power; turbines to speed,” Joe whispered as he and the others buckled in.
Sandy hit the accelerator, and the SUV tore down the dirt road back into the forest.
“Why did you choose Kendall State Park for this shoot?” Frank asked.
“The park is fairly close to our production headquarters in Jewel Ridge,” Sandy said. “Plus, it has a nice selection of natural settings to shoot in—good rocks, trees, fields, ponds, etc.”
“Still pretty earthlike, though,” Joe remarked.
Sandy nodded. “That’s true, but I think SF fans are tired of papier-mâché sets. Shooting outdoors is tricky, but it gives a high-quality feel to the series.”
“That’s one of the things I like about the show,” Iola said. “It doesn’t look like it’s all shot in a box.”
“With so much programming out there,” Sandy said, “we’re doing everything we can to stand out.”
“Fan buzz about the show is good,” Chet said, “and the Web site is fabulous.”
“Thanks,” Sandy said. “I work on the site myself when I have time, which is not a lot lately. I’ve got some helpful fans working on it, too. They’re out in Renton, Washington, even though we’re based on the East Coast. Isn’t the Internet wonderful?” She smiled again and turned the SUV down another trail. The forest gradually gave way to a grassy meadow. Huge boulders, like immense stone turtles, dotted the landscape.
“I think I’ve seen those boulders before,” Iola said.
“Yeah,” Sandy replied. “We used that location in the ‘Petrified Planet’ episode. The spot we’re using today is just over those closest hills. The area is closed to the public just for today. I hope that’s going to be enough time. If it’s not, we’ll have to wait until the end of the week before they can clear the area again.”
“I saw on the news that the show may not be renewed because of production troubles,” Frank said.
“We haven’t had any more problems than most new shows,” Sandy replied. “Just the usual overtime and budget woes. We’ve had some on-set accidents lately, but that’s because everyone’s nervous about renewal, and when you’re nervous, you get careless.” She reached into a folder on the front
seat beside her and pulled out a bound script. “Here’s your script, Iola,” she said. “It’s a bit part, so you’ve just got a couple of lines.”
Iola took the script and glanced at it. “I’ll try my best, Commander,” she said, quoting Ensign Allura, one of the show’s most popular characters.
Sandy laughed, as did Chet. Frank and Joe shrugged, not getting the joke.
“I’m sure you’ll do great,” Sandy said. “We’ve got a super cast. You’ll meet some of them today; the rest you’ll meet tomorrow. With luck, we’ll get all the outdoor location shots we need today and then spend the rest of the week in Jewel Ridge doing interiors.”
“Sounds good,” Iola said.
They topped the next hill and drove down toward a camp of equipment trucks and production tents in the small bowl valley below. Beyond the tents lay a meadow and a small pond. Copses of trees dotted the valley and the hillside beyond. Sandy hit the brakes at the bottom of the hill and parked the SUV next to the generator truck.
As they got out, they noticed an attractive woman in a red Spacefleet uniform walking toward them. “Glad you’re back,” she called to Sandy. “Webb’s about to blow a gasket. There was some kind of trouble with Peck’s Slayer from Sirius costume, and then a stand of lights blew. We really need to get hopping if we’re going to finish up today.”
Sandy rubbed her forehead. “Yow! And it’s not even nine
A.M.
yet!”
The woman in the red jumpsuit propped her hands on her hips. “In Spacefleet we do more by ten
A.M.
than most people do all day,” she said mock seriously. “Is this the contest winner?”
“You’re Commander Indira!” Iola said. “I’m so happy to meet you! I’m Iola Morton, the contest winner. This is my brother, Chet, and my friends Joe and Frank Hardy.”
“Claudia Rajiv,” the woman in red said, shaking hands with Iola. “Call me Claudia. Commander Indira is just the character I play.”
Iola blushed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know that, it’s just—well, I’m used to watching you on TV.”
Claudia laughed. “I get that all the time. Pleased to meet you all.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Joe and Frank echoed.
“I’m a big fan of yours,” said Chet, shaking the actress’s hand.
Claudia took in Chet’s tall, stocky physique. Her eyes sparkled with laughter, but she didn’t utter a sound.
“Chet always leaves himself open like that,” Joe said. “It’s one of his more endearing qualities.”
“I’m sure he has many,” Claudia said. “I need to get back in front of the camera. I’ll see you all later.”
“The rest of you, follow me,” Sandy said, leading
them through the small tent-city set up beyond the trucks. “We have to get Iola to makeup.”
They made their way to a pavilion near the center of camp. “The makeup and effects tent,” Sandy explained. “Even in the wilderness, our stars need to look good.”
As they approached the tent, a stocky man in armor came out between the flaps. Under his arm, he carried a domed black helmet with a narrow eye slit.
“The Slayer from Sirius!” Chet blurted. “Cool!”
“That’s Peck Wilson,” Sandy said. “He’s the stuntman under most of our monster costumes.”
“Hey, Sandy, you’re just in time,” Wilson said. “Pekar’s finished with me and ready for the contest winner.”
“Great,” Sandy said. “This is Iola, our winner, her brother, Chet, and her friends Joe and Frank.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Peck Wilson said. “I’m going to pop over the ridge and have a smoke.” He hooked his thumb toward a small hill nearby. “Send for me when Webb’s ready.”
