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One may see how this world goes with no eyes. Hawke walked through the seedy streets of Lowtown, making her way back to her home. The dusk painted the parchment-coloured walls rich reds and golds, and by the time they reached her mansion, the noble stones would be swathed in blue-black night.
Isabela walked at Hawke's right, her long fingers nestling Hawke's elbow, as was her custom. Hawke looked to her lover with a half-grin. Her body was made for sin, from her face, tanned red and bathed in redder light, her arms strong with a life spent pulling herself back to her feet, her legs well-formed and powerful from her favourite pursuits.
Her eyes, too, caught the light, and Hawke's deep blue eyes were drawn to the other woman's gold. There was more to those eyes than what appeared in them readily. More than their beauty, their twinkling mischief, and even the way they misted when her smile was too happy.
Yet they weren't the eyes Hawke really wanted. Hawke had memorized a face that would never look at her with the adorati
Nothing untowardEvelyn set down the cloth she had been using to polish her name plate. She looked at the desk ornament again with pride, feeling the weight of the duty her title set on her strong shoulders.
Evelyn Fallon Chief of Police
She sat down at her desk, straightening the burnt orange epaulets on her shoulders. She deposited the cloth in her chest of drawers and fetched a pen and stationary emblazoned with the NYPD insignia at the header.
"To Sen. Kirk Orson-"
A soft knock at the door roused her from her train of thought. Through the frosted glass with her name painted on, Evelyn saw an outline that brought a little half-smile to the corner of her mouth.
"Come in, Donna," she said in a businesslike tone, her thick Southie Boston accent belying without a doubt that she was not from the metropolis she proudly served.
Donna opened the door slowly, and walked in with her cap under one arm. Though her posture was perfect, almost military, her smile was mischievous.
Evelyn looked into Donna's
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard RomanceDr. Chakwas finished bandaging Shepard's arm, her skillful fingers and light touch avoiding causing undue pain. She peeled off her gloves and threw them away.
"You're lucky, commander," Chakwas said with a hint of reprimand. "The shot passed clean through the arm. Shouldn't be any permanent damage. It might not even scar."
She turned back to the cot and typed a simple command into the robotic scanning wand, which made a pass over the bed, disinfecting the area.
"Do you need anything else, commander?"
Shepard looked away, a thousand thoughts running through her mind. She took a deep, steadying breath that shuddered at the end with a subtle sob. Shepard ignored the tears that sat around her middle. They wouldn't reach her eyes, but they tinged her voice as she spoke to the aged doctor.
"Maybe I do, Doc," she said, her eyes trained on the wall.
Chakwas heard the uncharacteristic uncertainty in Shepard's voice. She walked over to Shepard's right, and laid a gentle hand on Shepar
CharityThe thing is, I think people expected it all to go away. Every decent emotion, every good impulse. But it didn’t. It actually got stronger.
When it’s down to the wire, when it’s only a few of you left and you’re running for your lives, you feel pretty damn good about the person watching your back. Good enough to maybe give them a sip of the water you spent God knows how long boiling. Good enough to share the peanut butter you've been hoarding and happy as hell that they've been hoarding bread.
I raise the sandwich in a half salute at Tom as he walks by on patrol. “Hungry?” I ask through a mouthful made way too thick by a lack of anything to drink.
“Fuck off.” Tom grins as he says it. “You know I can’t eat right now.”
“Oh come on, who’s gonna know?” I wave the stale bread and wriggle my eyebrows suggestively.
“Yeah and this is the part where I give in to temptation, take a bite, and zombies come ra
4 worlds of the ImperiumCADIAN 517
Motto: Ex umbra in gloria – from Darkness into Glory
The Cadian 517 has made a name for itself fighting Orks throughout the Imperium with its large numbers of heavy weapons and its emphasis on ranged combat but it has always returned to Cadia to fight the constant threat from the Ruinous Powers of Chaos. It has done very well for itself throughout its long centuries of existence including its part in fending off Abbadon the Despoilers 13th Black Crusade(occurs long after the stories where the regiment appears) but its primary focus has been against Orks including the Ork Warboss Tubthumpa
Commanded By Colonel Dolvan Omero- uses a Leman Russ as a command vehicle (Commander, Gunner, Driver, Loader, 2 Sponson Gunners and General Omero- 7 men)
12 Companies of 288 men each plus a command squad of 5 men (293 men each) 3516 total
Broken into 6 platoons of 48 men each
4 Squads of 12 men
Company 1 Squad 1-
Sgt Tiresas Okaan(eventually commanded
End ItYou are here to purge. You enter his mind without asking, of course. And you rifle through his memories. You see through his eyes and start from the beginning.
You are in the first grade, and the bottom of your bare right foot was starting to burn against the hot asphalt. A large boy in the grade above you had taken one of your shoes, and hidden it. You imagined yourself (no not yourself, him) standing over the bully with a baseball bat. Your body smiled.
Now you are six years old, calming down after some sort of angry fight. It smelled of antiseptic and despair. A hospital. That’s right; they wouldn’t let you meet your new sibling. You remember crying into your stuffed lion all the way home. Three days later, your mother, all tired and weak looking, picks you up and lets you look through the glass wall of the incubator. Pink blanket. So it’s a girl then. Her face is different than what you expect. At first, it scares you, but she is too small to hurt you, so i
Conflict Within the Frozen Planet of IceskyThere are planets traveling around most of the stars. Some of them, like our Earth, orbit in that band we call the sweet spot, just close enough and just far enough from their star to grow life. These are the planets that support surface water and baths daily in the warmth of their star. Each may sustain a biosphere that can survive from miles below the surface to miles above, throughout their enriched atmosphere.
Then there are the dark worlds where life is locked beneath miles of frigid surface. One such planet shares a parallel evolution to our own earth. It belong to the group of rouge planets far outside our solar system.
Icesky is in a tight orbit with others around a large gas planet that never ignited, never became a star. Here too is a sweet spot that allows life to evolve. Due to its orbit close to the massive gravitational pull of its host, heat through tidal forces warms Icesky's core yet, its stable elliptical orbit maintains a minimum distance not so close as to tea
Sturm und DrangMax Harper still wasn’t quite comfortable around Sturm and Drang. They seemed harmless enough now, even if they were rather wary of him when he’d first arrived, but they were still raptors. Or rather, they would have been called raptors back home. Here they were called tercels, and they didn’t particularly look like he’d always imagined raptors. He supposed that meant all the scientists were right, because the two animals looked nothing like the scaly, lizard-faced monsters of the movies and instead resembled nothing more than shaggy, long-tailed birds with short, powerful wings. It was those wings, and their feet, that worried him. Both bore large claws, wickedly curved and very sharp-looking.
Drang was reclining a couple feet away on the veranda, but Sturm was out in the yard playing with Maisie. As he watched the tercel chased the girl through the snow before she turned and faced him. She feigned a dash to the right before he squawked and covered the two mete
what the heck is thisInitiating systems check.
Life support; on.
Optic sensors; activated.
Propulsion drive; functional.
Predicted interference; minimal.
Estimated testing conditions; optimal.
Everything seemed to be functioning within normal parameters. Pressing a few final buttons on the dash, the young pilot tightened his grip on the steering handles before speaking. "Ensign Alphonse Prinz-Herschel, reporting for duty!" His voice rang out loud and clear over the comms, followed by his fellow officers reporting in as well. As usual, the captain gave them a briefing over the day's mission, telling them where they'll be meeting and what the daily goal is. Today they would practice manual navigation, relying on their own memory and knowledge to determine their location without being solely dependent on their ship's navigational systems; it would prove invaluable in case of unexpected interference due to multiple possible factors.
The training started off simple enough; deactivating th
The MessengerThe woman came to Gingloa at the head of an army, riding under the banner of House Agares. Though the majority of the army remained outside the city to set up camp, the message was clear: whatever the woman was here for, they would be wise not to deny her. As she rode down the central street accompanied by a retinue of mounted soldiers, the people stopped to watch her pass. Whoever she was, she was very wealthy. She wore a hauberk of steel maille over a knee-length crimson aketon, and over that her armor was thick bronze scales worked in the shape of feathers. Pinned to her shoulders was a cloak of crimson silk. Her pointed helm with its long nasal guard was steel, and at its peak were fastened three red feathers of command. A fringe of steel scales hung from her helm to cover her face and neck, but as she looked across the upturned faces of the townsfolk they could see she had the olive skin and dusky eyes of the Garanic tribes of the central Markheb. Behind her rode her s
Lord Peters, you sir, are well and truly screwedThe scandalous images of Lord Baptiste and his lover would confound and disturb the general public, leading to uproar, something Lord Peters couldn’t help but cackle about as he sat in his office. They had not held the vagabond in very high regard before, but surely after such a scathing article about him and his male bedmate, whatever respect they had for that fool would be gone! He would lose all his suppliers and his company would crumble, leaving room for him to swoop in and buy it on the cheap! Suffice to say this had Lord Peters very pleased. He spent that afternoon grinning ear to ear like a child on Christmas morning, but by nightfall, something did not feel right, and a cold shiver began to crawl down his spine. Dinner was set out, he did not eat, his bed was left made up, he did not sleep, something was bothering him, not guilt or remorse for his actions, but a feeling of dread. As dawn broke the next morning, and the paper was brought to him alongside a cup of his favo
OUTLINE OF BOOK 1Book 1: Ravyn’s Gift:
When a young girl with a love of exploring receives a pet alien from her mother, she is prompted to learn more about her mother’s work. It is traditional for children to get a pet dragon when they turn 10 years old. Ravyn’s pet is a newborn dragon. Due to a recent project on the country of Sudan, Ravyn names the dragon Sudan. Balthazar, Ravyn’s father, and Gwen had an agreement not to raid nests for reasons of ethics and propriety. However, Gwen does so because there is evidence by the nest that humans killed the mother and stole the remaining eggs, save one. Ravyn is already eager to learn her mother’s trade, but actually seeing the results of Gwen’s work makes Raven all the more eager to learn the family trade. While training her dragon, Ravyn learns all she can about the dragon trade in which her parents work. Balthazar is the salesmen who deals with acquiring and selling the dragons while Gw
Dr. Chakwas and Commander Shepard - ScarsShepard sighed contentedly, nudging Chakwas' shoulder with her nose. In response to the nuzzle, Dr. Chakwas flipped onto her side. She caressed Shepard's face, her thumb gently stroking the younger woman's cheek.
She leaned close, her hot breath sending Shepard into shivers as Chakwas slowly planted a soft peck on her lips.
Shepard kissed her more deeply, with sweet, lingering kisses. They were gentle kisses, good morning kisses.
"Hello," murmured Dr. Chakwas with a wry smile.
She fixed a tender kiss on the tip of Shepard's nose. Shepard made a little sigh and flopped on her back. Chakwas eased her torso over Shepard's, her left hand brushing the stray hair from Shepard's face, her right stroking Shepard's arm.
"Thanks, Chakwas," Shepard muttered.
"Of course," Chakwas said in a soft, chuckling voice. She gave Shepard another light kiss. "I've wanted to be with you for years."
A look of consternation crossed Shepard's face.
"The scars didn't faze you?"
The old doctor appeared confused.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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