Where Paris comes from being a spell-caster just means being a paranormal-nerd. He sees the ads from Career Worlds and decides he’s going to become a space marine! But first, he has to get away from the Assembly who decide what magicians can and cannot do. Well, screw that!
As he breaks away he dreams of fighting … someone, defending his world against … who knows what, and body building. Paris finds life not quite what he was expecting especially when his cat, Path, joins the marines with him. This was his time to shine but the marines seem to like his cat more than him!
Sonja considers herself Jill of all trades and witch of none. Her life is filled with mediocre spells and dreams of modern magic. No sack dresses and sweating over pitted caldrons for her, thank you very much. Alan fought his way into her heart and two kids later they struggle to get by until she decides to take action. It leads her to Career Worlds, where space jobs abound.
The orux … orcs, as many tend to call them, are forced into action because Paris, the magician interrupted, is dying. As the orcs put up countdown clocks to count down to Paris’s d-day, Scalice takes control and learns of the cyberly side of life, though his second-in-command tells him that it’s not a real word. Mostly he doesn’t get it. He understands wielding his sword, burping, falling in love with a shrew, drinking beer and running his pub but even he admits, at the final battle, that the laser guns aren’t too bad. He sees that Sonja, the witch interrupted, is about to explode but as long as it’s not in his office he doesn’t care. Will they save magic folk in time from the Org or will they be singing sad songs? Who knows. Who gives a shit. As long as the beer is real, and not cyberly.