He'd been obnoxious about the Venn diagram discussion. Intellectually, regardless of what he told Henri, he could recognize the value of such a proposition, and frankly it really wasn't that much different in its objective than many of the threat or target analysis discussions he'd either ran or participated in previously. Course, stylistically, anything related …
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Homeward Bound
Sophia by Cruxshadows Its never really silent in a combat aircraft, even when its quiet. The mechanical hums, the chimes and sounds of various consoles, the breathing, farts, belches, and assorted creaks of equipment from the troops in the back. Now, though, with Alliance Two, it seemed different. Oh sure, Henri snored in the co-pilot's …
Broken Self
Empty Eyes by Within Temptation He walked out of his office, "Tôi sẽ đi dạo, tôi sẽ trở lại tòa nhà trong khoảng ba mươi, Leyna. Trang cho tôi nếu bạn cần tôi." "Chắc chắn rồi, Trưởng," she replied automatically in Vietnamese, knowing the boss liked to have short conversations like this to practice the …
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Ghosts of Therapy: Interlude to Mazatlan Massacre
The man sat on the bench, staring into the brilliant hues of the setting sun, dropping into the ocean to the west. Perfectly still, sunglasses hiding the eyes. A construction workers tool, the nail gun, lay crookedly on the ground, blood congealing slowly next to it in the sand and rock covering the roof of …
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Mazatlan Massacre – Intro
2018-01-18 0337 I can tell you this is fucking bullshit. I’m tired of the dreams. The nightmares. Not sleeping. I finally went and saw Downs a couple months ago, since Henri wouldn’t give me her head doctor’s name. Course, that’s half a lie covered in secrecy since he only knows me at Smith, the …
When Death Hovers
The smell of salt and wind filled my nostrils, and I gazed out unto the far horizon. My favorite place in all the world, the lookout's nest of the Nature's Sacrifice. Far below, I could see mother as she scoured the deck looking for me, before glancing up. There's no way that she could see …
The Night Before
My time among the deserts and communities of Khor have taught me many things, not least amongst them that the shorter lived beings move at nearly impossibly hectic paces. My family keeps logs filled with the minutia days and months at sea, trade logs, accounts, rosters of crew, events, weather, and more. Buried in them, if …
Festival of the Elements, Part III
I forego the illusive mask I had planned on wearing for the Day of Strangers. With Teresal beside me, the experiences would be new enough, and strange enough for those we encountered, as there were always few humans in Karendar, festival or no, and they rarely ventured outside the dock areas. I knew not what …
Festival of the Elements, Part II
THE DAY OF STRANGERS It's not an official name, of course, but the final day of the Festival of Magic was always given over to the new, the strange, to experience something as an abecederian. Many sought that new experience in taste, whether it be a new food, a different drink. Others watched a new …
Festival of the Elements, Part I
Swirls of orange, yellow, green, and blue flames danced through sparking prisms of mist, plunged into fountains of iridescent metals, and rose again on scented whirls of air to arc across the street, and start again behind laughing children running around and through families and strangers alike. Scents and colors, foods and drinks, color upon …
Ill-Fated Return
How to describe the site of Dhora Karendar when arriving from the sea? Perhaps the lingering taste of your beloved after a passionate kiss? Maybe the calming scents of the famed healing pools of Corelesta? The prism of all colors seen at that dawn after a raging sea storm? It all seems so …
A Fool’s Plan
After the threat from Teresal, I slept poorly. My mind struggled to wrap itself around the concept of slavery in general, of child slavery, and from what I grasped from the little details Norilena had gleaned, even greater perversions. I knew, of course, that slavery existed, and everyone was most cautious in the port cities …
The Protection of Law
Three days had passed since we found the refugees from the storm. We had settled back into the normal routine of fishing. Although our guests took up space, it was not unheard of to have refugees at sea, and we worked around them as much as possible. Since the Sea Crawler was a relatively small …
Refugees of the Sea
By the time Tolaryian had changed and returned to deck, the rest of the crew had launched the two small boats normally used when the ship was free diving off reef waters for high value mussels and other shellfish, occasionally spearfishing for some of the rainbow sharks nearby, which always proved extremely valuable for various …
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