4242: Fundamental LawsHeld in place by enormous steel couplers, the General Esteban Navarro dwarfed every explorer, medical transport, and freight slinger on the station docks. It was big enough, Ramon Galvez figured looking up at its nose from a port bar, that oncoming traffic could see it from a thousand miles away. He puffed on a cigarette and drank overpriced beer from one of those odd hourglass pints that were so popular in these places.
It was a hell of a ship, yessir. A little less than a kilometer long, though to be fair most of that length was made up by the strange matter drive. Bristling with laser cannons and rail guns and missile launchers and mine layers that weren't a hell of a lot of use unless you had somewhere real nice to hide. Ramon stubbed out his smoke in the ashtray, with more force than he intended.
The strange character who sat across the table noted Ramon's frustration. A tall, rugged human in his forties, the man had sat watching the Navarro's captain wordlessly and with obvious a
BeingWhen reality returned to Isaac, it took the form of a holding cell in JORMUNGANDR’s flagship: Blackfire.
For perhaps half of a second, everything was still and silent. The holding cells in Blackfire were so secure that the AI running the ship had little to worry about in terms of anyone escaping - but Loki never once had a prisoner materialize into a cell before without prior warning. For half a second, everything was silent as the nigh-omniscient and omnipresent soul of the dreadnought was taken by surprise. Then, warning sirens and the sound of incoming guards broke the calm.
And the breaking of the ship’s calm brought Isaac back to reality. He had failed them, all of them. All million of the people on Melpomene. The rigid android fell to his knees, shaking. He held his head in his hands. A million, as good as dead. Perhaps dead already. He had failed them completely. The veil had been broken, torn asunder. Then he was caught off guard by the agent of its destruction, and
LL - Breakout
Lady Liberators - Breakout
“I’m sorry miss…,”
“Heyward. Rita Heyward,” the tall brunette lawyer answered. She was dressed in smart skirt-suit and held a briefcase at her side. She pushed her stylish round-framed glasses up the bridge of her nose to get a better look at the woman before her.
“I’m sorry miss Heyward, but it’s absolutely out of the question,” Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow, told her. “Miss Braddock is in custody under SHIELD authority and is not entitled to a speak with an attorney at…”
“She most certainly -is- entitled, miss Romanov. Despite SHIELD’s special privileges, you are still bound by the constitution of this country. Miss Braddock cannot be denied access to legal council and must be informed of the charges against her.”
“Miss Heyward, Elizabeth Braddock is detained on charges of attempted kidnapp
A lesson lives+I found a quote in an old book once. 'History repeats itself. With that knowledge we look to the past. Thus those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.' That first line is enough to snuff hope, for it would seem another great Heresy would happen. But the rest gives hope for a brighter future. I learned. Never again will I let her go. I never realized how powerful love is, and I'm glad she taught me it's meaning. Ever since we met one word has haunted me. Beauty. She was that word and more. Learn from the past, so that the mistakes of our forebearers can never be repeated. Perhaps, love can-+
A great armored boot crushed the repeating vox-recorder under it. The Space Marine looked down at what he had just silenced. Reaching don, he tugged a roll of paper from under it. It was a printed pict capture it's subject a strange mix. One face was inhumanly beautiful, it's angular features broken by a smile full of the abandon of joy. The second face smiled with the corner of it's mouth,
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 56
Yet another day had passed. The fourth race of the Grand Prix was in two days, which would be Abigail's first time ever watching an F-Zero race in person. Just like always, Earl would remain in Chiya's private booth, which was where Abigail would also have the pleasure of watching from. For the remaining days, Abigail was set to continue her job at Good Odds beside sister Chiya and future brother-in-law Earl. Considering she was soon to become Earl's sister-in-law, she was already acting fairly inappropriate in one way.
This time voluntarily, Chiya, Earl, and Abigail all slept together in the same bed. As established, Earl was cuddled up near Chiya while Abigail possessed the other side of the bed. Nothing awkward had occurred as a result. The three had simply gotten in bed together, had some conversations, then all simultaneously went to bed. Earl had now proven that he wouldn't let Abigail's presence in bed disturb their rest; it had been one night together voluntarily, and
Burn Before ReadingMy grandma told me a lot of stories when I was a kid.
I loved to curl up on the couch next to her, or sit on the floor while she cooked, or watch her mouth move in profile while she drove. Tales of horror, romance, suspense, fantasy, you name it.
But (for obvious reasons) my favorite was always the story of the star sirens. I suppose I, as a small child, must have demanded an answer for why my parents were never coming home, so grandma told me this:
“Sailors the world over tell stories of beautiful creatures that lure them into the abyss with a kiss. For space travelers, this happens sometimes too. On a quiet night in interstellar space, when half the crew is on sleep rotation, flowing creatures will come knocking at the hatches.
They’re gray on the outside, like rocks. But inside they have a core that burns like the sun and keeps them warm through the depths of space. If they find a way inside the ship, they always search out a sleeping person to give them a kiss.