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The Xyphoid Process Round 3: Orbital DropdownIntroduction
Extract from Kessa's Video Logbook, day seven of mission, local time 21:16.
“Spent the past four days fixing everything. So many cooked and fused wires....
I took a risk and plugged Kit into the Razorback's fusion drive to speed up its self repair routines, after two days it started to wake up and respond to my hacking attempts. I got into its core systems and reprogrammed them to recognize me as its leader... I also gave 'him' an extra callsign of 'Mister Shortie.' as 'Leaning Post' seemed a little too harsh.
Mr. Shortie turned out to be more than just a hammer wielding automaton, he's a bloody technical wizard that ca
TXP: Round 3 - Questionable MotivesPart 1 - And Beyond
Smashing buttons was definitely an absolutely fantastic and professional way to get things to work, or at least that was what Seoghrri believed. He had gotten the underground railway train to work, so a ship he had never seen before in his life should have been an absolute breeze. He and his brother were still not talking due to their previous argument over Seogjahk’s safety. Thinking about the moment itself made Seoghrri angry. All he wanted to do was keep his brother from entering the fight, or getting hurt in general. And suddenly he’s told by the telepathic Syphonians that hey, the battle is now going to be in space. How ironic is that? Quite, because now the person he wanted to keep safe by sending back into space and away from direct combat was now in the centre of a brand new battlefield.
Seoghrri was never a man for space combat. He much preferred fighting on solid ground; it was nice and simple to just punch and pummel things with hi
RabidCaptain Vysren awoke with spasms that nearly dislodged the intravenous line. Restraints bit deep into his skin. He loathed sleep or, rather, the dreams: of family, of home, of another life. Joys forever denied to him. His head throbbed as he Reached out. No response. "Musn't do that," Vysren thought. "Nonononono. Your tin's worn through, little soldier, and all your friends've gone. But rejoice. Rokthan'Xi will fall." He chuckled. Lieutenant Raynes had blamed him for Dyn'Turis to avoid court martial, but he had sacrificed his last scapegoat. "Hope they shove him in a Screamer. Heard the cabin's big as he is. Fat bastard can breathe his own stink, day in and day out." Nothing had changed, yet his cockpit already felt roomier. Wild eyes snapped to the HUD alert: NEARBY SHERRIS LIFE SIGNS DE
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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