Sarah Johnson
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“OhmyGod!!!” Littlefoot exclaimed as they lifted off from Venus Ranch quite some time after it officially closed. There was much to discuss, and when you dropped as much cash as the Loo did, it is surprising how flexible an establishment can be. “How you doing back there?” she asked as she looked back at Charlotte who was lying, legs curled underneath, beside a surprisingly small amount of packaged beef. “The eternal hunting grounds…” Charlotte purred, causing the vehicle to shake. “If I…-
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“Tell me about this place, Zip,” Littlefoot said as she and Charlotte flew across the countryside in an armored grav cargo carrier. (Zip didn’t want Charlotte punching holes in a normal van like last time.) “Is it legit?” “Venus Ranch is both very legit and very upscale,” Zip replied, “The place is a ‘bespoke beef producer,’ whatever the hell that means. From what I can see, they just raise cows like any other ranch. They also have horses, lodges, riding trails, nature tours… the…
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Charlotte, sounding a lot like a Peterbilt, rumbled happily to herself as she checked the temperature of one of the water tanks, each containing water of a specific temperature and chemical composition. She then placed a small pour-over filter filled with a specific blend of freshly ground coffee beans, minerals, and eggshells underneath one of a row of spigots and adjusted a needle valve to deliver the appropriate flow rate. She then repeated the process with another cup and filter containing a She…
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Karashel inhaled deeply and sighed happily. “It is a lovely day,” she bubbled, “Isn’t it Veeka didn’t say anything. She just grimly ate her stew. “You really aren’t going to say or ask anything?” Karashel giggled. “I really don’t have anything to say,” Veeka replied, “I simply…” “Simply risked snipers, looters, and Creators knows what else to gain access to the upper floors of a structurally unsound structure, in some very nice camouflage, and wearing a very nice scanner…
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Veeka paused before crossing the street and changed her clothing’s setting from “optically adaptive” to “solid color: purple”. Karashel’s assassins (or whatever those things were) had already seen her dressed in near-perfect camo, but the people in the park had not. As she reached the gate, the Rill guards nodded respectfully. “Councilor,” one of them hiss-buzzed. “Good afternoon,” she said pleasantly, “How is the day treating you?” “Quite well, ma’am.” “I couldn’t…
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Dressed in loose-fitting optically adaptive clothing, Federation councilor Veeka of the K(click)eep silently crept through the deserted rubble of what used to be a thriving commercial district entirely too close to the capitol grounds. She smiled a feral smile as she slid from an abandoned building to blasted ruin. She wasn’t always a councilor. Entirely too many years ago, her service to her people was of a slightly different nature. Politics was simply what she did when she started slowing down and…
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Somewhere in a vacant Imperial system, a ship was quietly loitering around an outer solar system subplanet. There was a really neat trick that FTL made possible. You could get With sensitive enough telescopes and sensors, you could look back in time. That was precisely what a certain ship was doing. Well, that and seeing what that information, in conjunction with the most promising Cassandra-enhanced Cerberus agent, aside from the individual who gave the enhancement its name, could…
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"Hey!" a high-pitched voice chittered indignantly. Charlotte turned and saw a rough-looking multi-legged insectoid looking up at her from the opening of a nearby dumpster. "I won't have you speaking so badly about the Terrans!" it exclaimed. "They are the noblest, kindest, and most generous of beings in the entire galaxy! Their beacon isn't a lie! It is bright and true! What's more, they give Charlotte and the Kalesh both looked at the insectoid as if it had lost its mind. "Wat." "Hi," the insectoid…
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"Do what you want to me!" Syd snarled at the two agents sitting across from her, "I'm not telling you shit!" Agent Liang facepalmed and sighed heavily. "Sydney…" she said wearily. "My "Syd," Agent Liang continued even more wearily, "nobody is going to do anything to you. We just have a few questions about your… um… friend… Jeruzz." "You mean my "Yes, that Jeruzz," Agent Liang sighed. "Yes!" Syd exclaimed, "We're doing it! Is that against the law now?" The Kalesha sitting next to Agent…
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Uhrrbet held up a small, frilly dress and examined it carefully. She smiled. "That garment is most pleasing, Master," Nama said as he looked up from sweeping a floor that ceased needing to be swept quite some time ago. Uhrrbet had said so several times, but Nama insisted on laboring ceaselessly as a sign of his devotion to his master, even when it was completely unnecessary. "It's much more than that, Nama," Uhrrbet smiled. "It is a commission for a "You have my most earnest wishes for your success,…
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