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TRIBAL RANGERS – VILLAGE OF THE DAMNED – EPISODE 02

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Kokoi and Yemo had received their orders from the council elders, and now had to plan for the journey a head.
Their instructions were simple enough. Journey to villages over a considerable distance from the city and report back on the well-being of the council’s subjects in each village.

Yemo and Kokoi began their trek the following day at dawn. The council required them to take the shortest journey through the surrounding forests. This would lead them to the few sparsely populated villages on the other side. The first village they encountered had only the remnants of a civilisation which had long gone and had probably migrated to the bigger towns and cities. However the second village some miles further was different. It was barren but their tracking skills revealed someone was still living there.
As the pair emerged from a forest edge, they made their way over towards the huts in the middle of a clearing. At first they could see no one, but it didn’t take long before shadows began appearing with-in the huts. Kokoi moved closer to Yemo who was the eldest and the most experienced of the two, and Yemo encouraged her to stick real close.
Yemo began to speak loudly and requested that the leader of village show themselves, so she may memorise and bring word to the council. Some of the dark shadows retreated back into the huts whilst others began to approach.

Both rangers looked at each other when they saw the leader, who approached in a crouched manner as if unable to use her legs to stand upright. The leader was a female-Nyem and she turned her head nervously, as if to check behind her as she squatted away from her hut into the open space before them. Yemo, observed the leader as she approached and noticed the scars on her body.

Yemo enquired about them and the leader replied, telling her that, they had unwelcome visitors. She went on further to explain that marauders ravished their small village some years ago and still emerge from the shadows, from time to time. They raped the women, killed the men and forced survivors into slavery. Those women, who had survived the pillaging, gave birth to diseased offspring. The offspring could only be nourished by the blood and flesh of others. Some young didn’t even wait to be born, instead they ate their way out of the mother’s womb.
Yemo thought, a shocking story to be true, but why don’t they walk upright, she puzzled. The leader continued her story. After the marauders had left, the remaining villagers began digging tunnels underground where they could stay hidden from the next attack. The tunnels were short and narrow and built by those with no experience. All their engineers were dead or dying. As a result they found standing upright again, very difficult and painful.

The leaders tone of voice sinisterly changed and as she continued her story the Tribal Rangers sensed something was dreadfully wrong. Shadows were stalking in the nearby forest. As if synchronised by telepathy they both turned to meet their attackers charging towards them, it was a trap, and fell for for it.

BANKU AND SALT FISH – LIGHT POLITICS – EPISODE 02

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Bank and SaltFish, continue on a journey to the local spot, for a Tot!

ANANSI PROJECT – FIRST CONTACT EPISODE 03

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The NSI engineer Doku quickly went to work implementing the remaining specifications of the NSI craft which he was already familiar with. With additional tools and facilities already prepared and loaded into cargo bays, he activated the extended compartments of the ship, which increased the internal volume of the ship, although from the outside it still looked rather small in outer space.
Without warning the ship suddenly began to shake and rumble violently and then came to halt. The captain asked the computer to explain what was causing it. The computer scanned the inside and outside the ship and identified a floating object of light with rings of light emanating from its centre and these, locked the ship in a force field.

The onboard computer began spitting out gibberish. It was being scanned by the floating entity. It then began reprogramming the space crafts onboard computer. When it was done, the ship seemed to return to normal, but although Captain Wobi Black was able to get the computers attention, it was plain to see it wasn’t the same-it was if it was now possessed, with a character with a more human like disposition. Several times he demanded the computer provide a report, with no reply, but then it spoke. It told the captain, that it would no longer respond to “computer” and explained it had evolved and merged with a new unknown life form. It went on to explain that, It had been alone mindlessly roaming in outer space and had no recollection of what it was, or where it was. It called itself Olargey – the lost one. Unsure of what to make of it, the captain called Doku, the engineer to get it off his ship and return the computer back to its original self. It was their first contact with an alien life form unlike anything they had encountered before, and therefore virtually an impossible command to follow. However Doku tried and tried and the more he tinkered the deeper the entity embedded itself into the ships memory banks. It turned out the entity was friendly, although a little quirky and had decided that it would take on a female personality. Captain Wobi and ensign Doku decided that they would nick name the new computer Oli.

It presented itself to the captain as a human-ghost like Artificial Intelligence. As Doku continued to tinker, he realised that this was a welcome, although unexpected upgrade to the ship’s computer, and would greatly help transform the Intercepter into something more worthy of a ship that could save the earth. Fortunately, the Black-Hole, was still many light years away from Earth.
ANANSI Project First Contact Episode 03 by ghana comics network

BANKU AND SALT FISH – LIGHTS OFF – EPISODE 01

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Banku and Saltfish, were minding their own business, doing what they do best-at home doing as little as possible. They usually hang out every evening at the local spot near Labadi Beach. They used to live in the heart of Labadi town, but after an unexpected string of events, find themselves living in the new and plush apartments of Manwell Estates.

That day a power cut turned of the air conditioner and the lights. Since they had become accustom to this regular event, they started their own daily ritual early, to take a stroll down to the local drinking spot (shanti bar), for a shot of “Fire Water” and sometimes Akpeteshie.

Banku – For as long as we have politicians…
There’ll be no oil, in the city generators again!
Funny how, Public Ministry Records list cash withdrawals as  “Light off”.

SaltFish – Yeah, they probably didn’t notice their mistake “wheeling and dealing”..i mean working in the dark.

BANKU AND SALT FISH – LIGHTS OFF – EPISODE 01 – by ghana comics

Oligha Files – Rendezvous James Town – Episode 01

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Ghale was leaving the office for an unscheduled appointment down town. She had received a phone call with some important information that, she was expecting regarding the whereabouts of an informant. She quickly got changed and rushed to the elevator and down the street where she hailed a taxi.

She told the driver, to take to her to the James Town district, which alarmed the driver at first; she could see fear in his eyes. She assured him that he only needed to drive as far as he was willing to go and she would walk the rest of the way. He feared for her because it was notorious place for things that go bump in the night and many a person never returned once they had entered. Regardless, he had to earn a living to feed his family, so he didn’t quibble much and began to drive.

Ghale gazed out of the window as the driver cut through town with ease, he seemed to know allot of the shortcuts and revealed new ones, Ghale hadn’t taken before. Curiously, Ghale asked him how he seemed to know the streets so well.
As he drove he told her a story of how he ended up as a taxi driver. His luck ran out one day, when his cocoa farm near his home village, got destroyed. Ghale recalled the time a story broke out, about a mysterious disease which wiped out a large proportion of farm crops some years back. She recalled a colleague at the newspaper who covered the story, disappeared under suspicious circumstances.

The journey across Accra didn’t take long but long enough for Ghale to think about how she was going to explore James Town. James Town was a broken down derelict part of the city and so many structures were just not safe-in more ways than one.

The taxi turned into a dark street, one of several entrances into James Town and yet far enough not to be seen by anyone who might be casually loitering around. Ghale stepped down and paid the driver. She looked at the mobile number on his business card and then confirmed that if she needed him, he would pick her up from the same spot. As he turned the car and drove away she made a mental note of the registration number.

Now Ghale stood alone in the twilight of late afternoon and it would be a while before the sun would finally set. However, James Town had tall dark buildings and broken shacks and huge tilted cylindrical drainage stone pipes like make-shift subways that gave the impression that a small earthquake created the slum-although that wasn’t the case. Ghale turned her head and surveyed her immediate surroundings. Feeling no danger except the tingle down the back of her spine, she began to walk deeper into the town. There wasn’t much sound around, apart from the occasional rustle from the bushy overgrowth and birds hawking from the trees.

Ghale continued onward and found what looked like the main road of the old high street. The streets were becoming darker the further she travelled into town. She could have turned on the torch to improve her view, but decided against it. She didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to herself. Her anonymous tipster explained that the person she sought could be found by the old river bridge in the heart of the town. Under the bridge the sewers ended the process of channelling waste into the sea. The anonymous source on the phone added that the town was now a disease ridden despicable place, with desperate figures that lurk in dark shadows. Casualties of a disease that changed them into beings that no longer had a moral compass, destitute and may even be partial to be a bit of human flesh.

A figure stares at her from the dark shadows. it wheezes, and clearly uncomfortable meeting in any place, away from the safety of the toxic sewers. Its vision is impaired by the dry oxygen-polluting-air it finds repulsive. It begins to speak.