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Yelhsa Chronicles Chapter 3: Like a NephilimYelhsa looked over the guards standing next to the door and examined their firearms. He knew they were military police and remembered the times he'd crossed paths with them.
He smiled and looked to his interviewer then said “From there, my life went completely military. But not even Scain could escape joining me. I don't think he wanted to. He wanted an officer position like me. Everyone liked him more than me though.”
Location: Military Training Academy No.95, Olympus
Relative Earth Date: 24/09/2294
Seth and Scain stood next to each other at attention, their chest pressed firmly against the air. First day of real military training, at the age of fourteen, they were the youngest there. The drill Sergeant walked over to Seth and leaned in. Seth could feel his breath on his face as the Sergeant was uncomfortably close to his face.
"What's your name scrote?" He shouted, coating Seth's face in spit.
"Seth!" Seth r
A Wyvern with Blazing Wings (part 1)Location: HMSV Langford-Harvey
Relative Earth Date: ??/??/2303
A slender, young woman sat in the conference room. Her heavy, slightly battle worn, black breacher’s armour glistened in the light emitted from the holo-screen, displaying the Dragon Corps Logo; a black dragon wielding a sword and hammer; in the centre of the table. The rotation of the logo illuminated her barely regulation, shoulder-length, red hair. She sat in the corner of the room; her chin rested on her folded arms positioned on the back of the swivel chair she sat on. Her light blue eyes focussed on the rotating logo until the doors on her right slid open. She knocked her armoured backpack, filled with explosives that sat at her feet, as she recoiled from her eyes rapidly adjusting to the sudden change in light levels.
In the doorway stood a roughly six foot combat medic in pristine white armour, he held his helmet in his right hand, resting it on his hip, under his arm, and his medic’s
Cartographer Reference sheetBasic Information
Full Name: Cartographer
Marital Status: Married to Death
Close Relatives: None
Place of Birth: Earth
Current Residence: Earth
Religion: Universal Constants
Occupation: World Builder
Speech/Native Tongue: Angelic
Other Known Languages: English
Significant Body Marks/Modifications: 8 Pure white wings
Eye Color: One green, one blue
Hair Color/Style: Long red
Glasses or contact lenses?: none
Skin color: pale
Type of dress?: Long Robes
Health Conditions: very healthy
Right or Left Handed: right handed
Friends: Wisdom, Love and Famine
Habits: Drinking tea
Hobbies: Building interesting landscapes
Favorite Sayings: None
Favorite Color: White
Preferred Music: Metal
Greatest flaw: Quick to judge
Best quality: Very loyal
Talent/Skills: Word building
Zarxen Journal #6Incident Report; Eta-5
At approximately [DATA EXPUNGED] on 2/12/2553, Subject [DATA REDACTED] was maliciously released in 295's Habitation Zone by [UNKNOWN].
[REDACTED] being an experimental genetic splice of an Earthan [EXPUNGED] and a Nexian [EXPUNGED] to attempt to create a life form capable of living in hostile environments. [See OSS Science file on Subject [REDACTED]]
Fortunately 295 was hibernating in [Cryobay 9].
[REDACTED] then went on to assault multiple members of staff including one Dr. Katherine [REDACTED] who is a personal assistant to 295 on his [REDACTED] team.
In total  members of staff were sent to the infirmary and  was sent to Earth for serious injuries.
After assaulting  members of staff [REDACTED] then fled into the air vents and was found hours later in [Airlock C7] cocooned above a nest of a total of [EXPUNGED] Eggs.
[REDACTED] was terminated and the eggs flushed out to space.
Experiments into Subject [REDACTED] have been terminated and Experiment on Sub
Zarxen Journal #5Earth Date: 1/12/2553
Location: Orion Space Station
Today was hard, very little food, very little room and lots of people.
I knew what I'd be doing here is a great undertaking even for a group of people. However I'm one man, managing lots of teams and that means lots of problems. I got no research nor equation crunching done today, nor any redesigning.
Kate's mother is ill. The hive is lonely. The delegates are squabbling again, Half my team have got the flu or a cold, I can't remember!
I needed to be on that hive. So I went. I "borrowed" a resupply shuttle and flew for the hive. Finally I was with someone who understood me without needing to talk directly with me. We shared everything; memories, ideas and jokes. That's right I had a laugh with a space ship.
The moment I got back on board the OSS, my head was clear and focussed. I knew how to improve the HSL Gate, so I sent everyone on Vacation! They all needed it.
I've handed the new design specifications to the engineering team and t
Zarxen Journal #4Earth Date: 30/11/2553
Location: Orion Space Station
My dreams last night were strange and hard to decipher like the memories of old.
I think it was the hive thanking me and trying to communicate, I spent most of the day meditating and trying to hone my mind to be able to attempt to convene properly with the old star ship. I may move my base of operations over there, to permanently provide him with company and nutrition.
It's hard to draw inspiration and ideas from cold metal husks. I need the life buzz surrounding me to aid me in my pursuit for the solution to the HSL. I'd need, of course, the permission of the UEP. I've not eaten today as meditation required.
I've truly drawn a blank on how to solve the HSL problem and will look to transport the necessary components to the hive in the morning. He will, of course, be able to help as he is able to travel via Hyperspace. Until tomorrow my Darling, your Husband.
Zarxen Journal #2Earth date: 28/11/2553
Location: Orion Space Station
I didn't sleep well last night. My small cramped room leaves much to be desired and I've been unable to extend my back for 48 hours now. I may have to occupy some roof space later to properly stretch out. However had I not had such an awful night I would have missed the most spectacular sight, as we started the third orbit of the day we passed an ancient hive ship.
The first to make contact with the humans over three hundred years ago. Apparently its been left there as a monument with only its engine capabilities to stop its orbit from decaying.
I bet he's ever so lonely though, and hungry too. The first thing I will try to do is to allow a Nex maintenance ship to properly resupply and check him over.
Breakfast today was nothing unusual, Porridge. I should have guessed, after having it poured down my throat day in, day out at the academy, they'd dare not break routines here.
After my fourteenth bowel of the disgusting, lumpy stodge i
Zarxen Journal #1Earth date: 27/11/2553
Location Orion Space Station.
Today I arrived on the OSS. A delightful Earthan space construction. That's right a construction! It still amazes me that all their macro-structures are built instead of grown!
This gorgeous bucket of metals orbits Earth about fifty times a day. Much slower then Nex or normal Earthan Orbital Platforms. My day started like any other, cramping myself down the small hallways, having people divert away from me and even attempt to prevent me from my duties. The ride here wasn't much, very bumpy and jittery in their sub-standard, bolted together, rusty tubes. However I did meet this simply delectable young lass, Kate was her name I believe. She was a recent graduate from the Space Academy, her equation calculation could have bested some of our oldest scholars, unfortunately she could not beat me. Her boss was outraged and attempted to have me arrested. Though I have fought tooth and claw for equal rights among the Earthans they still discr
Praetorian 'Zarxen' 259 Character SheetsBasic Information
Full Name: Praetorian 259
Nickname: Zarxen (Pronounced Zar-shen)
Race: Nex (Pronounced Nesh)
Marital Status: Single
Children: Most of the Nex species
Close Relatives: None
Place of Birth: Leviticus Prime
Current Residence: Orion Space Station
Religion: Enlightened Path
Occupation: Nex Ambassador
Speech/Native Tongue: Nexian
Other Known Languages: Earthan, Origin
Body Shape: Humanoid
Height: 8'5" (Actual 9'8")
Significant Body Marks/Modifications: All teeth are Canines, mouth stretches up to cheeks and splits at chin to open further.
Eye Color: Pure Black
Hair Color/Style: Black chitinous strands, spiked up.
Glasses or contact lenses?: Contact lenses to colour eyes to look normal.
Skin color: Very pale.
Type of dress?: Chitinous robes
Health Conditions: Healthy.
Right or Left Handed: Ambidextrous
Habits: Very organised and routin
Unwanted Bonds - 11
Raphael screamed and screamed and screamed...
He screamed, thrashed and all Leonardo could do was hold on to him, try to protect him from hurting himself in his fit. With every scream, the younger arched painfully against him, every single muscle taut and seizing.
Leonardo just held him close, sobbing in both relief and fear when Raphael's body finally gave in. He caught him when he collapsed, cushioning his fall when they both dropped to the floor.
And yet, Raphael didn't - couldn't – stop screaming, grinding his throat raw until his voice, too, gave up, reduced to little more than grating wheezes.
Then, finally, thankfully, even those tampered off to silence, until Raphael just laid bonelessly in his older sibling's arms, awkwardly catching his breath, his entire body quaking with exhaustion.
Only then, Leonardo dared to open his eyes again, blinking against the blurry wetness in them.
Raphael's own eyes were open, half-lidded and staring blankly at nothing, eyes lost in the sh
Trucks Gone Wild- Magnum Opus“Moe, come here- I want you to see something!” the prof called. I had been trying on a new pair of gold lamé stockings- made with real gold, I guessed, given how much they were supposed to cost- and I padded over to his workstation. He had an incredibly dorky set of headphones on- the kind that glow in the dark and make you look like a singer in one of those weird bands from the eighties. Juxtaposed with his traditional lab coat, wire-frame spectacles, and wispy goatee, the effect was stunningly nerdy.
“What’s up, doc?” I drawled as I leaned over him, cheerfully giving him a full-on sideboob.
He scooted over a little in his chair, trying without much success to put a little room between us. “I just intercepted a strange transmission. It seems something has taken control of a number of trucks and is causing them all to drive south through the city. Further, each of these trucks appears to be taking control of o
STC: Bangkok Down: Chapter 5
Open Space, SS Calypso
January 5, 2269
One of the advantages of having an older class of ship like Calypso, at least as far as Cera was concerned, was that it had an actual galley adjacent to the mess hall in addition to the food dispenser slots. Which meant that you could cook a real meal made from real ingredients, instead of eating reprocessed whatever all the time.
“So what exactly is this?” Nessa asked curiously as her lover set a plate in front of her. It looked like short, oddly-shaped worms covered in thick blood.
“This is called rotini,” Cera explained happily. “It’s a type of pasta. Pasta is made from wheat. The sauce is meat and tomato.”
Nessa gave the steaming plate a sniff. “This is Earther food?”
“Italian, to be exact. Go on, try it.”
As Nessa picked up the spoon Cera had provided, the door to the mess
Trucks Gone Wild- Pyrite“Damn it, Pyrite, you self-centered, narcissistic, egomaniacal, pig-headed jerk! Take a break between sets- I’ve got something important for you to do!”
Network’s irate yelling was almost lost in the screaming of the guitars and the pounding of the bass. Evin rolled his eyes and signaled Leon. The drummer nodded and launched into the solo that marked the bridge to the end of the song. His backup guitar and the bassist covered their surprise with nary a missed note. Leah segued through the bridge and into the final chorus. She turned her back on the crowd just long enough to glare at Evin and he shrugged apologetically before she turned back to the audience with a blinding smile.
“Give us a few minutes to catch our breath, folks- we’ll be back with one more round before last call, I promise!” she hollered to the rowdy fans and they sent up a roar of approval. Evin was already halfway to the stage door wh
Werehog Story 21Just as Shadow had said, the Commander came to visit the heroes the next morning in Tails' hospital room. "I am sure this has to come at such a sombre note."
"So what is this meeting for?" Knuckles asked, leaning back on the couch provided.
"I sure you know why well enough. Your friend, Sonic." The group glances at various directions without immediately speaking a word.
"It's not his fault, Mister Commander." Cream spoke first.
"From what Shadow has told me, I understand it's not, but he's losing control."
"That is right." The blank hedgehog replied.
"G.U.N wants to offer our assistance in getting him contained-"
"So you can imprison him like last time or maybe add some experimenting too?" Knuckles shot back.
"No, we want help your effort in curing him."
"What?!?" Everyone barked in unison, surprised at the Commander's statement.
The man nodded. "G.U.N is concerned that he may cause more harm, but I also want to repay the hedgehog for all the things he's done for our world and hi
My Final PerformanceA tan hand opened the wooden case the beloved violin sat in, slowly picking up the silver violin and the matching silver bow. It was time for her last performance. She walked out onto the stage, and her cheering and clapping. She smiled sadly, tears shinning in her eyes that sat behind her glasses. She stands in the middle do the stage, placing the bow down on the strings, and began to play.
Her music started out as slowly but lively as she pranced around the stage, doing spins and other tricks she had learned over the year she had performed. She closed her eyes, standing on her tiptoes as her music became slower and sadder, and she could feel the mood change. She smiled sadly, keeping her eyes closed. Her crowd always knew when it was time. Images danced across the wall of the stage she stood on, showing her past performances, some sad, some happy, and some full of drama.
She leapt into the air, spinning as she continued to play, hearing some people cry softly. She gracefully leapt of
Trucks Gone Wild- Soviet SupercloneThe Soviet Superwoman stood in the middle of the street and stared down the oncoming semi. She braced for impact, crossing her arms in front of her.
“Nyet, capitalist running dog!” she barked, “You will not spread your chaos onto the workers!”
The machine was a perfect example of a machine aristocrat if ever there was one- it dominated and drove the innocent, unprotected working-class cars before it. And, just like an aristocrat, it utterly ignored anything that stood in its way.
The semi barely even slowed as it plowed into The Soviet Superwoman. The basic physics of the equation were easy to comprehend- a big rig weighing a dozen tons travelling at sixty miles an hour hit a lone woman massed at about 200 kilos and braced with nothing but air and what traction her boots gave her on the asphalt.
Because of the angle, The Soviet Superwoman did not go flying. Instead, she was bowled over immediately prior to being run over. She missed
Oh No Sally 26 - by Dru (and Michelangeli)Sally had expected Detective Wilson to come out of her cake induced coma at anytime now. But neither she, nor the hospital staff monitoring the patient's unusual condition predicted what happened when Wilson came down from her high.
Rather than slowly come out of it, feeling groggy and drained as was expected, she stopped moaning and her eyes snapped open.
"Oh my...that was incredible!"
She barely had time to take in the fact that she was strapped down in a hospital bed when the changes began. A warmth spread over her, and she felt herself brimming with energy. For a moment she thought the room was shrinking. But the increasing pressure of the straps on her arms and over her stomach indicated to her that she was actually growing.
The pressure of the straps seemed to ease even as she watched her muscles swell and press harder against them. Then with a rip the straps gave way. For a moment she thought she'd slip back into an orgasmic coma as the intense pleasure of filling with raw power
Adeptus Mechanicus: Welcome to the Machine..::Interview XIX::..
Interviewee: Tech-Magos Eighty-Five "The Fatherboard"
What gender are you?
++I believe I am male. It is, however, open to interpretation.++
What is your age?
Do you want a hug?
++No. You do not, either.++
Do you have any bad habits?
++I watch... everything.++
What is your favourite food?
++Given I can no longer taste, there is little to enjoy. A shame, really.++
What is your favourite ice-cream flavour?
++What is that?++
Are you a virgin?
++Depends on your definition of v- uh, I mean, no.++
Who did you -
++I will kill you.++
Have you killed anyone?
++Entire worlds, my dear organic. Men and women, loyal and heretical, human and alien - I have killed more than I have both
Zarxen Journal #3Earth Date: 29/11/2553
Location: Orion Space Station
I had to let the simulation run overnight as it was only thirteen percent through at 1:00am and is still running through now. Hopefully there will be over two hundred solutions to work with. Kate has been racking her brain trying to get her head around Nex programming, we don’t use much but what we do is very complicated.
Today also marks the three hundredth anniversary of the Cataclysm and the start of the month of fasting. We are only able to eat at the eleventh hour each day, and then it can only be five gallons of nutrition shake. Being in a cramped, compartmentalised space station with another species who don’t share the same beliefs will be very hard. Especially when I'm right next to the mess. Still at least there will be a stockpile of food in a month.
I've managed to negotiate a maintenance ship to check over that old hive, in exchange the Earthans get to retrieve the black box from their wrecked dreadnought in t
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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