Sarah Johnson
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Captain Vexp was on the bridge reviewing the status panels with concern. Every trip, there was more and more amber and purple where white should be. Redundancy was lost on several vital systems. They were literally one broken component away from being dead in space… or worse. He pulled up their finances, and his concern deepened. Getting the ship to even the barest minimum of "safe" would burn through all of the meager headway they had managed to achieve and more. They only had one ship. If it was…-
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"Hey, T," Sheila said as she walked onto the bridge holding a cup of coffee. "Boss," T'sunk'al said with a cheerful ripple of his short eyestalks as he lounged in his special chair. "I thought you would be asleep by now." "Eh," Sheila shrugged, "I got in enough." She flopped into her chair and pulled up a few screens. "All systems are in the green," T'sunk'al said helpfully. "Not much happens in hyperspace… if you are lucky, of course." "Why do you gotta say shit like that?" Sheila groaned. "I…
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As the morning light shone, bacon sizzled, eggs were scrambled… ...and batter was poured onto a hot skillet. She smiled as she watched the pancake, carefully waiting for just the right time to slide her spatula under it and give it a flip. Soon, it was on a stack with many others. She smiled again, thinking of the evening she had shared as her hand traced the line of her skin created by her open shirt. A quiet beep pulled her back into reality as the coffee maker proudly announced that it had…
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A sleek, curvy "projectile" terminated a suborbital trajectory above a sparsely populated area of the Pacific Northwest of North America, its shields glowing white from the heat of re-entry. As it cooled, the shields faded, revealing the sleek aerodynamic lines of a Rolls-Straton Intercontinental Vapor Stream, a Terran top-of-the-line grav sedan. Streaking across the upper atmosphere, it rapidly descended towards a small cabin and workshop nearby a picturesque river. As the cabin became visible, an old…
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In the woods outside of an abandoned quarry on the surface of Raylesh, Bella Morgan, Jessica Morgan's great-granddaughter, fidgeted nervously and checked her phone. A young man, even more nervous than she was, paced back and forth in front of a folding table upon which rested several weapons. Her great-grandmother was almost an hour late. Bella felt nauseous. Jessica was nearly obsessive where punctuality was concerned. She often said that it was a sign of respect and how much you valued someone's…
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Jessie, clad in loose coveralls, boots, a tube top, and her beloved straw hat, bounced into the galley of The Paper Tiger, where everyone else on board was already gathered. "Hey, y'all!" she exclaimed happily. "Did you have all those stupid clothes weighing down my ship the entire time?" Sheila demanded. "Only the hat," Jessie bubbled happily, "I whipped up the rest once I heard that we were fixin' to go back to MAGA. I just tossed a couple of pairs of blue jeans and an old jacket I had lying around…
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Vikkart paced back and forth in his rubbish-laden apartment. He had been pacing a lot here lately. The phone rang! It was from Terra! "Maaatisha?!" he cried as he answered. "Oh, my love!" gushed an evil-looking human female. "Where's Maaatisha?" Vikkart demanded. "You will be pleased to know that we've received your initial payment," the woman said pleasantly. "Your dear rodent is now safe, sound, and off the market." "Let me talk to her!" Vikkart shouted. "You can," the woman smiled, "just as…
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“Thap… Thap… Thap...” Jeruzz happily burbled as he tapped away at the “perfect” river stone he recovered from the riverbed. (He was able to find it!!!) Doreen sighed and tried to focus on the stock she was repairing. Damn thing had a crack. Why the Hell do people pay out the ass for walnut and then treat it like shit? “Thap… Thap… Thap...” Jeruzz said happily as he pecked away at whatever the Hell he was pecking on. She set down her tools. “Jeruzz!” She exclaimed in…
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A holographic table appeared in front of Tartarus and Sheloran. On it were two ancient flintlock pistols. “What are those?” Sheloran asked in alarm. “Chekov’s pistols,” Tartarus smirked, “Completely holographic and harmless ones. I just thought they were funny.” Tartarus picked up one. “This one is the one representing the big reveal that I am actually Lilith.” She pulled the trigger, and a fountain of confetti erupted from the pistol with a huge pop, along with a little flag that…
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“Are you fucking serious?!?” Jessie demanded. “Look,” Bunny sighed. “They need to talk, and this was the best I could do.” “And you agreed to this?” “I didn’t have a choice, okay?” Bunny said, quite exasperated, “You get stuck in between that fucking frog and that fucking bitch, and see how you do! I’m pretty sure Tartarus won’t try anything.” “Pretty sure?” Jessie scoffed, “I’m pretty sure Jacob is clean but would sure as hell still use a condom.” “You’re…
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