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"Someone say gun?"

"Something's wrong with this planet." Jack muttered to himself. He reached up to scratch his face, feeling the bristles of early facial hair across his chin. He could have sworn he was clean-shaven this morning. He joined the others, standing next to the woman he once knew. "Electric dude, how...

Mir's eyes flashed open, suddenly rising inside his clay hut on the desolate Dragon's Rock. "There's a presence here. Rune? No, would have felt longer. Item? Animal? Most definitely, vessel. Strong sign. Let's nose around." Without another word Mir vanished, sweeping himself up in a billowing...

Without another word, Jack ran off, his arms full of metal bundles and shouting at Crutch. "Tin man, let's go! I need a computer to help me with this. We're making a triangular three-point base, and I need an area where a signal will transmit the most. Lead the way!"

"A little too regular. I've never found any bar compatible to the companionship and absurdity of that joint. I can't remember the name for the life of me. It's good to see you though. What brings you...here?" He asked awkwardly. "I mean, I never really thought settling down and colonizing was...

"Well, fuck me. I guess we're manually establishing a distress signal." Jack ran back to the nearest pod, grunting in effort as he tore off strips of the outer metal layer, the air filled with loud screeching. He returned, in his arms a bundle of scrap. "If we set up antennae around the local...

"Thank Space Jesus you have a working console. How soon you think until we can make a move off this place?" He asked Louis. "Oh, er...name's Jack, by the way." He did a double take, stunned as another survivor, a tall woman with assaulting violet features, entered the fray. "Sierra?! What the...

"Robot guy!" Jack jogged, catching up to Crutch. "What in the hell just happened? That whole space rig just became a goddamn sea rig a good amount of clicks out. Can you scan for any survivors- actually, fuck that. Can you send up a distress beacon? This place is nice and Bahama and all but I'm...

Jack wandered the beach, thoroughly pissed off that an attempt to bunker down and colonize temporarily to escape Federation attention has now turned into the plot of Castaway. Openly he wondered if there were any other survivors, much less any that would understand the Castaway reference. He...

"Shit!" Jack clambered out of the leaking pod, coughing out liquid and sopping wet. He tripped over the metal frame, falling into the sand and promptly vomiting. He breathed heavily, getting back on his feet slowly as he wiped his mouth. Alcohol and sudden landings do not mix. "I hate these...

Jack opened his eyes, meeting cold blue ones staring down at him. The lights must have come back on in the time he was taking a shock nap, nearly blinding Jack. He squinted, trying to stand in futile as armed men approached, shouting orders. He groaned loudly, disappointed in his escape attempt...

"Come on, wake up." He muttered as he entered a new doorway hatch, jostling the woman. There was a click, every light panel in the spacecraft near Jack switched off, his surroundings now pitch black. "That can't be good." He said to himself. He heard a sound similar to the whirring of a...

More gunfire. More punches. Jack was in another zone, in a haze of violence. This was a situation that was mounting out of control for Jack's captors, and he loved it. He had no idea how many prisoners were aboard the ship, but was alerted to screaming as he turned another corner in a seemingly...

Jack opened his bleary eyes slowly, his awakening accompanied with the soft hum of a FTL engine that issued throughout the entire craft. He raised his hands to no avail, becoming aware of the shackles binding his wrists to the frame of his cot. He sighed. "Fuckin' amateurs." He scoffed...

"I'll tell you why. It's because they're afraid of us!" Dro'han said loudly, armed men looking over with grimaces on their faces from across the bar. "We, at birth, possess more natural abilities and skills than these weak fleshy babies. I am gifted with the sight of intense smell, taste...

Dro'han laughed, finishing his drink. "Ember clan. Is that the justification they use nowadays? Back when I was a kit they said they were wary of us because of bandit raids. Regardless of the reason,  they'll always make up one to hate us. The real reason is, the species of men are the...

"Quite contrary. The rain is good. It returns life to this old forest, and keeps most off the roads and trails. I enjoy the solitude." He knocked back his drink, leaning over the bar table and reaching under the shelves for more bottles. He poured himself and his new friend a drink.  "My name...

"Good evening." He replied in a heavy accent. "It is rare for an elf to greet me without a knife in their hand. Tonight is different from most." "How rude of me." He added, pushing out a stool next to him with a foot. "Please, sit. Unless there is nothing else to be said. But you and I both...

The large wooden doors creaked open, wind and rain entering the din of men with enough force to blow out candles and cause voices of displeasure. The doors closed, a hunched-over man draped in a shabby cloak limping over to the bar table. A sack of coins was unearthed from the folds of his...

"Stop monologuing. I'm trying to stay awake for this mission." He loaded his pistol, aiming it at Ulysses on the catwalk. "Maybe I'm being a bit biased since I've never had the whole 'wife and kids' thing, but my stance is still that you shouldn't enslave every species in the universe for your...