THE ARMOURON - Elite warriors who banded together centuries ago to fight for justice and for freedom. PLANET EARTH - Under the control of a huge corporation, led by the power-mad Chairman. THE CADETS - Trainee gladiators at the Nu-Topian Academy where something is very, very wrong. SALT - The grizzled old master of the armour workshop, with a secret in his past. THE STORY - On a training mission in the city at night, the Armouron come across a massive war machine standing in the middle of the city s largest park. Thinking it must be a hologram, as there is no other way it could have landed without anybody noticing one of them throws a stone at it. It responds by turning its guns on him and blowing a hole in the spot where he was standing a few seconds earlier. Chaos ensues. The machine had been put in the park to test an experimental cloaking device. It had treated the stone throwing as an attack and deactivated the cloak to use its weapons. The White Knights descend to enforce order and the park is cordoned off
Born in Dublin in 1973, Oisin spent his childhood there and in Drogheda, County Louth. Unable to conceive of a way to make a living from writing fiction, he decided to fund his dreams of being an author by working as an illustrator (yes, he was that naive). He signed up for a design and print foundation course and then studied animation at Dun Laoghaire School of Art and Design. Setting up as a freelance illustrator/artist, he then took up a position at Fred Wolf Films, working on the animated series of Zorro. After completing his contract, he decided to expand his horizons and left for London to seek his fortune. He found gainful employment as a security guard, watching over trains and then hospitals. Following three and a half years of working in advertising he became increasingly concerned for his immortal soul. He returned to Ireland much as he had left - with no job, no home and some meagre savings. Ever the optimist, he now works once more as a freelance illustrator and mercenary artist by day and escapist writer by night. He hopes one day to have a decent job, with a pension, a health plan and paid annual holidays.