Sarah Johnson
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“Good morning,” Colonel Xx’vkk said to a room full of very anxious Federation officers who assembled in one of the many human-style Quonset huts that comprised the prisoner-of-war camp where he and every other member of the Federation Armed Forces in the Zaran system now lived… …well… the lucky ones, anyhow. The overwhelming majority of the prisoners were under his command when the hammer fell, and once faced with the situation that followed, he did what any reasonable commanding officer…-
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“Captain dude!” Grace exclaimed at the very confused-looking worm regarding her with suspicion over a bioplastic LED screen. “These smelly fucks are amazing!” “Are you… Have you consumed a “Wha?” Grace asked. “Just had a few drinks, that’s all!” She laughed. “These guys can’t “And we would be remiss if we didn’t indulge our gracious hosts,” Alan added with a hazy smile. “It’s good shit, too!” Grace exclaimed. “It even tastes good… kinda… I mean, I’ve…
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Sitting in a ratty office chair in a rather cramped “office” with exposed piping and lit by hastily strung work lights deep within an equally cramped and ratty ship, Gil Mallory reviewed report after report. He stretched and rubbed his eyes. Since when did murder and piracy require so much paperwork? Business was business no matter what side of the line you were on. And now they were right back where they started, murderous pirates… He glanced at the spreadsheet of ships, crews, supplies, and…
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The Vestoon SDF fleet clustered nervously around their homeworld at highest alert. The reason? A Forsaken battle group entered the system moments ago. They were NOT prepared for this. He had told them, hecking TOLD them that this would happen. He told those Fed cruisers that the attack on the Keevels was a distraction, that the Forsaken would never send such a light force to do anything but exactly what they were doing, acting as a diversion. The only inaccuracy in his prediction was that it wasn't a…
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"Coals blaze and kettle boil..." a Fulth, his thick shell adorned with numerous multicolored and holographic staple-like bars as he peered at a round bottom flask connected to a fractional distillation column. An oval doorway slid aside as a "proper" Fluth, his shell neatly lacquered and bearing the well-disguised ridges of decades of hard use, trundled in. "How is that bizarre contraption working?" it asked the... um... "chemist". "Like a lullaby from the fog," the chemist wearing the markings of a…
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The dismembered body of GuruG went limp for a moment. It looked back up. A wrinkled hose extended from the mass that was once GuruG’s seat and plunged into what was left of his throat. Two more tendrils wrapped around his lungs and ripped them free with a sickening squelch. “ “You get used to them,” Grace winced. “ “I’m good,” Grace replied. “Thanks, though.” “ “We will bear that in mind,” Alan said smoothly, “Thank you for the kind offer.” “ It paused again as the…
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Grace prodded the stony surface of the deck with her foot. “So, all of this is the ancestor dude?” “Yes,” GuruG replied. “Everything here is the ancestor in one form or another, even the sail trees. Their cellular matrix has infiltrated all of it, allowing the entire vessel to act as a single cohesive entity.” “Coooool!” “Very,” GuruG said smugly. “These titans are truly awe-inspiring. This ancestor has been alive for over fifteen hundred of your years.” “How long will they…
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The shuttle bug started to shudder slightly as it dipped into the upper reaches of the planet’s atmosphere. As it started to feel the delightful sting of the air starting to tear at its skin, it took one final look at the planet’s surface before withdrawing its eyes and closing their thick protective eyelids. As it started to feel the cleansing kiss of the wonderful heat burning away its old, itchy outer shell, it couldn’t help but giggle happily. It loved this part. *** GuruG was correct.…
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The shuttle bug let out a long gurgling fart into the passenger compartment (ironically where farts usually go). “Making food was a weapon?” GuruG asked incredulously, unintentionally translating the shuttle bug’s question as well. “Worse,” Alan replied. “You gentle and enlightened beings probably aren’t as intrinsically tied to supply and demand as the rest of us. You do know that scarcity is a large factor when the value of something is determined. When that something is a commodity that…
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“Good morning, North America!” A fetching young woman said as she sat behind her news desk. “I hope you are having a wonderful day so far!” “Velut Luna!” her co-anchor, an elderly man, exclaimed as he raised his metal fist. “In the news today,” the woman said with a little smirk, “A demonstration and display of force by the True Terran National Front in New Pitt has been… disrupted.” A hologram depicting scattered bodies, limbs, and viscera appeared behind her. “The Republic,…
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