Sarah Johnson
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Wearing her trademark tight white dress, Tartarus sat in a comfy chair holding a glass of champagne. She idly crossed her legs. A few moments later, she crossed them again. Across the bar, Cambridge, wearing a tweed coat, and Deep Think with an accurate model of his main building as his avatar were playing chess. “Taking your time?” Cambridge asked as he noticed a slightly longer delay than usual between the insanely fast blurs on the chess board. “Sorry,” Deep Think replied, “Tartarus is…-
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In the cargo hold, the Plath gamers, the matron, and the brewer were all having a meeting as they "cowered in fear." "If Fun Time is any indication," Geelshan said, "If I can get on top of one, I can take them, especially if I can get something in my hand." "The rest of us could possibly double team or triple team another," Ulennona added, "That would get us two boarding stunners and two sidearms. It also looks like all of them have stun rods and probably have knives if they are humans." "In a fast…
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On the Plath homeworld, deep in the wilderness, Initiate Vshaon sat by a lovely little stream. She opened her pack and pulled out a small ceramic plate. She then withdrew a square of rolled and tied leather not unlike a pencil case. She unrolled it, revealing many small vials and pouches. She withdrew one small red berry from one vial and a white one from another. She then pulled out some amber-colored fluff from a small pouch and some short lengths of waxy dry reeds. Using a small stone (from yet…
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In a shielded conference room, the prime minister, the woman in the green blazer, Doctor Henry Chapman of RARPA, and Mark Guilderan, the Republic Secretary of State, sat around a small table. "You can't do this!" Doctor Chapman exclaimed. "That Plath clearly has access to advanced technology we need. You don't have any idea how advanced her electron pistol is! That single device—" "Can you replicate it?" the prime minister asked, "Right now, can you build a working copy?" "Well, no..." "Do you think…
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Bryce leaned against the wall of a building next to where The Drop of Oil once stood. "Have we found him?" he asked. "No," the feminine voice on the phone replied, "all we know for certain is that he did not board the ship. We have him leaving his shop, carrying bags, and then he leaves one sensor and does not enter the next one." "There was a blind spot?" Bryce asked, a little surprised. "Oddly enough," the woman replied with amusement, "a traffic sensor failed shortly before. Odd, isn't it?" "Very,"…
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“Jon!” the Prime Minister exclaimed with a voice filled with cheer, “How nice of you to finally call! How are you?” “Oh, pretty good, Prime Minister,” Jon replied as nonchalantly as he could manage. In Augustine’s presence, he always felt like a little mouse looking up at a big snake, “How’s it going with you?” “Not so good, Jon,” the Prime Minister replied, “Some asshole really stirred things up over here.” “I like him already.” “Seriously, Jon,” Augustine said in a…
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Prime Minister Augustine Raharimampionon stepped into the packed briefing room as her personal anthem resonated through the entire room. Everyone stood politely as the music played, and she waited behind the podium. Finally, she had had enough and waved her hand, cutting the music short. The room exploded into shouted questions. “I will answer as many questions as I can,” Augustine said, her clear, calm voice filling the room. “But first, I wish to make a brief statement.” The room fell…
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On Terra, Irene and Sascha were sitting at the bar of the "Fire and Ash", an "Old-Earth" bar favored by the OG crowd. They were well into their third set of drinks and second plate of tapas, a little board of nibbles, and enjoying the pugilball game. "Oh!" Irene exclaimed as a Black Raven's pugilstick (basically a reinforced lacrosse stick designed for beating people) sent a rival player flying. "That's gonna hurt tomorrow." The Black Raven player drove the haft of their pugilstick downward into the…
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On a pier, a small group of Garthra, dressed as if they were going to a ball, stood in the darkness of night as if they were waiting. After consulting an antique pocket watch, the oldest male opened a box in which there was one vial for each of them containing a number of pills. "It's time," He said with as calm a voice as he could manage. "I'm so terribly, terribly sorry." "It's ok, papa," a young woman said as she reached in, took her vial, and smiled at him. Each of the others followed suit. His…
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In an elegant establishment on Garthranz, Uhrrbet's homeworld, crystal flutes filled with expensive sparkling Varteen and glasses of a bewildering array of sizes and shapes filled with the expensive and intricate cocktails for which they were specifically designed shone in the light as plates of dozens of different sizes made of intricate ceramic piece work joined in kintsugi fashion bore meals that were more art than sustenance. Overhead, crystal chandeliers shone brightly as a horde of servers bustled…
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