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"Five minutes, that's all I need. Five minutes." And by gods she knew, she knew, that the moment she turned her back, that things would take a nosedive straight for the crapper and she'd be left picking up the pieces.

ANUBIS spoke up, tinny voice in Kirio's ear. "Judging from a preliminary evaluation this battle damage was caused by common work implements. I would say that there must have been a really bad case of space dementia. Or something like that. "Offhand, some of the damage looks like it was...

Beyond the airlock was a space littered with debris--pieces of burnt-out wiring, panels that had shaken loose during a collision, broken light fixtures--all in a seething alien red. A color of the spectrum that most designers in known space would stay the hell away from. It almost hurt the...

"Listen here. By helping me, you're helping the station. We don't really have the option of locking me up now, do we? It would just be a waste of both our time. I know you're just doing your duty, but I need to be able to do mine or there's no point to me being on this station."

"Like I could take on the galaxy." And she sounded like she meant it. "Actually I feel like shit. They really need to improve the ST process so participants don't wake up feeling like the underside of a bathroom floor..." Kokoro would be a problem, at first, but Chief was sure that she...

"That was the plan. Hell, for all I know...ANUBIS, see if you can't get your foot in the door of this relic's systems. If you can establish a lexicon it would come in handy, assuming we encounter any alien writing or speech. Do whatever you can to make us the brain of the derelict. Emily...

Chief had never undergone an ST before, so she didn't quite know what to expect from the process. It was...interesting, to say the least. Like waking up five feet from where you went to sleep, covered in pins and needles, crawling with ants and feeling like someone replaced your skin with wet...

Terry sealed his helmet as the airlock doors cycled open. The atmosphere on the other side was a little thin, and the suit's sensors read it as being rather cold and somewhat stale. Advancing slowly he saw that whatever illumination was available had either failed or was on minimal power. It...

True, but the two players I DO have are posting in practically every plot on the forums.

Alright let's get some activity here. Wes, if you can spare a player or two to come over I'd really like the help.

The flaw made her strong, gave her resolve but it also served to hinder her. Chief saw no point in refusing the transfer. Merely asking that she be allowed to view the new body before she went zap zap new brain, and get to watch her old, broken body be destroyed. From that point on she'd try...

The medic on duty said that the doctor had stepped out for dinner, and possibly wouldn't be back for awhile. In the meantime she suggested that Yaichiro either drink some coffee, or ingest a pair of energy pills that she dispensed to him from a first aid kit.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Re: intergalactic computer networks The galaxy is divided into lots of inhabited planets. We are able, through vast relay networks, able to communicate nearly instantaneously with nearly any of them that allow us access...

Chief slept through the announcement, but it was a fitful sleep, fraught with spasms, debilitating coughs, and nightmares of the PTSD sort. Seeing death was one thing, but what had happened to her was something else entirely. Understandably, she blamed Irim for trying to let it happen again...

"Whoever's on the other side correctly identified us as being another starship...we're gonna go see what they want. And steal whatever we can to make repairs." He raised the rifle in his hands, making a show of arming it and cycling the ammo lock closed. "So let's head out. Stay alert, but...

"If I have to share the cell with my captain...well let's just hope these walls are sturdier than they look." At least there were actual bars or somesuch forming the fourth wall of the cell. Energy fields required a power supply with relays that could be located and disabled. Old fashioned...

"I'm not above begging for my life. But I have to be really damn drunk." She smiles, then lays out on the bunk.

"This isn't--or wasn't--a combat position. Before this I was supply officer for a sensor outpost in the middle of nowhere on the planet's surface. I am not worthy enough to get one."

"I didn't mean suicide. I meant...I meant I have no more medicine. I have no ST backup, and I have no method of acquiring either. My savings aren't nearly enough to finance something as costly as a Soul Transfer. I just hope that it stays in remission long enough for ...to catch the killer."

"Forget the charges. I don't think they'll hold up anyway. Not when..." She sighed. "Whatever happened to accountability? How did someone like her get to be a fleet commander?" Chief held out her hands, a submissive gesture. "Lead away, warden. Though I don't know if I'm going to be alive...