Sarah Johnson
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Bunny loped into the tavern with a VERY annoyed expression on her avatar. "Bunny!" Zipnet shouted as he ran up, "Loopz is here!" "I read the log, dude," Bunny replied with a half-hearted smile. "And you can't miss her." Bunny glanced over at a slim humanoid figure whose skin was covered in pulsing electronic circuitry, wearing tight shorts and a halter top whose face was dominated by a huge pair of glasses covered with everchanging glowing emoticons. "Ugh," Zipnet grumbled, "It's not fair. She has had…-
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After wrapping up a few more details, including the incoming ship full of Plath, Sheloran terminated her call with The Librarian. The door to her cabin opened. In the doorway stood Sheila. She was not happy. "Give me one good reason not to throw your skinny blue ass out of the airlock," Sheila growled. "I'm the only thing keeping a very nasty plague from hitting your entire species?" Sheloran replied calmly. "Besides, you can't possibly fault another sovereign state for wishing to protect itself. The…
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Eno awoke and looked down at the small blue creature sprawled across his chest. He smiled. Another night of completely dreamless sleep. He felt great! He resisted the urge to stroke her head and just lay there quietly looking at the ceiling. Even the memories were gone. He felt… ...absolutely nothing, and it was fantastic! About fifteen minutes later Sheloran opened her eyes. “Good morning,” she said, smiling. “Morning,” Eno said as he smiled back. “I guess we need to get up…
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“Hey, Uhrrbet,” Charlotte said as she served the Garthra a cup of Lapsang Souchong, “you ever hear of a Garthra named Maaatisha?” “Can’t say that I have,” Uhrrbet said smoothly, years of running a business and maintaining appearances keeping her voice pleasant and even, “Why?” “A private detective came around asking about her,” Charlotte replied, handing Uhrrbet one of the man’s cards with a pretty and desperate-looking Garthra on the front. “We thought he was a bounty hunter or…
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Slowly fading away, what remained of the Heretic shot through the timeless void. "Time" worked very differently where she was traveling, and she now lacked mass, which made time even less relevant. Still… She did not have "forever" to accomplish all she needed to accomplish before the true end. There was an infinity of infinities laying out before her, and she had to find an exact point, an exact intersection of "when" and "where" in a realm where neither had very much meaning in the first place. She…
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“Not bad,” Doreen smiled. “Reeely?!?” Jeruzz exclaimed, completely shocked. “I did ith righth?” Doreen carefully examined the beautifully stained and polished rifle stock. “You might be a menace with a power tool,” Doreen said, “But you are an artist with a rag.” She gave him a headpat, filling Jeruzz with joy. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll trust you with a piece of sandpaper,” she laughed. “Do you havf another sthock for mee?” “Nope,” Doreen replied. “I’m calling it a…
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Mark Guilderan sat at his desk with his head in his hands, feeling as old as he actually was. The biggest diplomatic “victory” in his whole life, an actual nonaggression pact with the motherfucking Kalent, and thus the entire Federation, AND a possible, vitally needed real technology exchange with them… ...gone… For the millionth time since it happened, he desperately wished that Tak (and his people) were back. For a handful of credits that he didn’t even really need and power that he only…
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Some time ago: Beth stormed onto the bridge of her ship, followed by an anxious Scales. “This is bullshit!” Beth shouted. “Yes, Beth,” Scales said reassuringly as he nervously licked one of his eyes, “but this bullshit will pay off our debt to the Cabal, and we will finally be free and clear.” “But we’re helping fucking Terrans!” Beth snarled, “And not only Terrans… Marine Raiders! Fuck! Scales, do you know what those fuckers did?!?” “I was sitting right next to you at the…
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Ilnan nodded. “She was too perfect,” Ilnan replied, “She was so beautiful it was like looking into hyperspace. Most people couldn’t even look dead on. They had to glance away, and none would approach her. She was so smart that she made you look a fool, and few would teach her. She had this weird way of making every flaw, every mark, every imperfection itch and burn. It made her childhood a near solitary one. I tried to be kind, but she… It was a lot to deal with. Still, she was so singular that…
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Somewhen long ago, a tired old Plath in a wheelchair was sitting at a table with a number of translucent, gelatinous beings in a room dimly lit by candles. Another group of Tol were all fussing over some device at the far end of the room. “Ok!” one of them said nervously, “I guezz itz about as good as itz going to get.” “Let do diz!” a tollop exclaimed. “So what is this great mystery?” the Plath asked with curiosity. In the long years she had been with the Tol, their progress from a…
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