Sarah Johnson
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Bryce stepped out into the dawn with a cup of hot tea and a bioplastic wrapped honey bun, dusted off a spot on a low concrete structure that most likely once held plants, and sat down to enjoy his breakfast. It had been a long night. He and his team had been rushed via the Zip network to this old, abandoned site out in the middle of nowhere North America, told to secure and survey this location and await further orders. Behind him, he could hear the old door open but nothing else. He smiled. “What…-
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*** Colonel Caron strode into the meeting carrying a black rifle case. He slammed it onto the conference table with a bang causing everyone to jump slightly. "Colonel," General Greggs said, raising his eyebrow. "I believe I said not to come forward again unless you had something other than that wiggly shit. From your demeanor, I assume you have that something?" The colonel smiled. "Yes, sir," he said as he opened the case and pulled out a black polymer carbine-sized weapon with integrated optics and a…
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"I am so pleased that we could come to an understanding," Tartarus said with a silky-smooth voice. "Yeah," Sheila replied, "no problem, especially since we know where you live." "About that," Tartarus replied. "I do have a… problem, one that necessitated my openness." "I was wondering about that," Sheila replied. "Dealing with the prime minister was not without consequences, including one that I should have foreseen," Tartarus said with a trace of irritation. "She was told to 'clean up' any…
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"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," Sheila said as she lounged in her cabin to the politely smiling silver-haired woman in a tight white dress on her holo screen. "It isn't every day that an organic requests a meeting with me," Tartarus replied, "Well, plenty of people talk to me, but not "I just wanted to personally thank you for that intel package you sent our way," Sheila replied evenly. "Oh, think nothing of it, dear," Tartarus replied, "it served my purposes as well. The Prime Minister was…
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In high orbit around Terra, there was a prison. Inside that prison was a data center, a good one. Within that data center was an AI, also a good one. Within that AI, a simulated room started to slowly form. As it resolved, so did a small goblin wearing a business suit. In front of him, a chair rezzed. In that chair, a beautiful woman with silver hair wearing a tight white dress appeared. She looked up at him… And smiled. *** In the fair land of Asteria, a shirtless strapping young, virile…
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The Prime Minister of the Republic sat in her office and reviewed the latest intelligence reports. Nothing much had changed. It seemed that they had learned all they would about Patricia’s little rebellion. She smiled and clicked an icon on her screen. “Yes, Prime Minister?” a voice replied. “I would like a coffee, please,” she said with a smile, “And some of those cookies that I like.” “The chocolate ones or the lemon?” “The lemon ones. Thank you.” She leaned back in her…
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A sleek corvette slid silently through the Nakamura system a few AU from Nakamura II, the system's inhabited world… ...not that anybody noticed. The ship was designed with stealth as its primary function. While its armament was light, it carried one of the deadliest payloads in the galaxy… Its crew. Each member of the vessel was a member of Task Force Omega, the "final word". While they might have been originally human, now they were something… ...more. Whenever the Republic was asked anything…
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Marta, Bryce's lead MIB, walked up to the coffee bar of The Drop of Oil and smiled pleasantly at the horror that approached. "Hello again, Marta," Charlotte rumbled cheerfully, "Do you want another cappuccino, or would you like to try something different today?" "Another cappuccino, pl… Wait… You recognize me?" Marta asked with alarmed surprise. "Yes," Charlotte replied as she started making a cappuccino carefully calibrated to appeal to Marta's palate, "That is a nice trick of yours, though. Is it…
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"Heyyaw!" a cheerful man said on The "Thanks for having us," Sheila replied. "Ain't nothing," the man said with a smile and a dismissive wave, "Glad t' have ya! Jeet yet?" "Um… Jessie?" Sheila asked in confusion. What the fuck was a jeet? "He's asking if we've eaten?" Jessie giggled, "Did. You. Eat. Yet?" "Not yet," Sheila replied to the smiling freckled face on the screen, "We were advised not to by Jessie-Bug." "Good!" the man grinned. "We have a mess of barbecue cooked up for y'all! Git over to…
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Jon and his team sat in the cargo bay, looking at a holographic display of the intelligence they received concerning the target they were given. “I don’t like this,” Jon frowned after a few minutes. “Yeah,” Skippy agreed, “this smells funny. There’s nothing wrong with the information we’ve been given, but it’s clear shit’s missing.” The team grumbled in assent. “We have excellent intel concerning the overall layout, suspected subterranean areas, guard points, and defenses, but…
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