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Nikki flicked off a few more systems as she worked through the rest of her post-flight checklist. The checklist existed in two places: on the corporate-issue datapad she had forgotten to charge since day one of the trip, and in her memory, nestled tightly in a spot where intuition and common...

The halls of the ship existed just beyond the perceptions of space and time with which Nikki was comfortable. They seemed to span no distance, to be crammed in like mycelia spinning from a fungal core, overlapping and undercutting one another in the desperate pursuit of a perfect matrix, every...

The moment Chapman was out of the room, in a motion so natural it was barely noticed, Nikki's flask - which had remained, out of habit or an abundance of caution, tucked just under the edge of her jacket while the captain was on deck - slipped back into her hand, and just as quickly, her hand...

Seth nodded, and held back as the others gathered, gauging each of them as they gathered around the circle. He was used to looking out for the wellness of those he was working with and surrounding himself by. It wasn't compassion: it was self-preservation. You had to be careful for your own...

When she was 20, and only a year into her degree, Mae had gotten up to run at about this time each morning. Her friends had all called her crazy. Looking back, she'd been dumb as a bag of rocks. It was no wonder she'd stopped going to class halfway through the semester. Up until three or four in...

Seth rubbed his eyes. There was a deeply uncomfortable bruise on his hip, where he'd rolled onto his holster while he slept. Someone beside him was already wide awake, back straight as a board, eyes wide and vacant. He imagined they couldn't have slept well, if they were this alert so quickly...

He stumbled through the doorway. Sometimes things happened, and that was that. But Brent despised it - the happening. The inhuman response. The rush past deliberation. He felt the thing in his hands, clutched so tightly, and realized with dismay: the fading bible. He flailed for a moment...

Tannis dipped her head in a nod and ducked out of the room with the others who were most urgent to leave. In her room, she tugged off the uniform and found something that looked more fit for a speeder-pilot. Like too many of her clothes, its creases betrayed its disuse. She pulled on the beige...

"Apologies ma'am," Tannis said promptly as she entered and stood, to the best of her ability, at attention. Patch, Canine, and by the window was Wight. She couldn't help but allow herself a small smile as she realized she wasn't the last to arrive. As the commander began to talk, the marksman...

There were others on the bridge. First he heard the voices. Then he saw them The commander, and the clone. He passed them, with a hasty salute to the commander. She was speaking. A conversation about the others. About lateness. He walked to the far side of the bridge. The viewscreen showed...

Brent Hound Interaction: Ghoulina, OPEN Brent almost didn't notice. The bar was a dead place, through which the manager danced with all the liveliness of a toddler's marionette, tapping and humming, stirring up dust and vibrancy for just a moment, so it could settle down again in his wake...

The marksman waited. One. Two. Three. His fingers flourished, dancing over the cool steel. One, two, three. He snapped the first two together. Click. Another. Click. Click. A rattling procession of subtle flicks and ticks, locks sliding into place, barrels swiveling to a secure position...

Brent Hound Interaction: Ghoulina "If you entertain ghost stories, plenty of folk say he's still here, doing his rounds. Must be a hell of a commitment." "Yes," Brent agreed, and would have gone on when he was ready, but the bust pulled him in too long, to those little pits below the deep...

Brent Hound Interaction: Ghoulina Brent followed the man, not quite matching his speed, but not needing to given the short distance travelled. He spared a brief glance for the receptionist who took to the counter, the wrinkles on her small face jutting out with a tension that seemed to...

Brent Hound Interaction: Ghoulina "Yes, er, hello." Brent split his glances between the man and the golden bell - the bell he felt almost certain hadn't been there when he'd looked a second before. Something, however, had produced that ding, that 'beautiful sound', as the man called it. Brent...

Brent Hound Interaction: Open "Where to, sir?" Brent shuffled his briefcase over his legs and onto the free seat behind the driver. "Pardon?" "Where to, sir?" the driver repeated, louder, and with an emphasis that broke through his thick Punjabi accent. Brent reached for a seatbelt over his...