Friday, February 28, 2014


Back into the Humanist Alliance, land of the hypno-programmed. This week, we get a new contract from a new employer that will pit us against the forces of HIRA. As if we didn't have enough to worry about.

Friday, February 21, 2014


Back in the Badlands again! The good news is we have officially crossed the border out of the Humanist Alliance with no further incidents. The bad news is that it looks like we've made ourselves some new enemies, or reengaged with some old ones. At least this time, they're mostly intact.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Koreshi Chronicles – Chapter VII: One or Two Useful Skills

20 Winter 1927

Lyta lay contorted in the longrunner’s wheel well, feeling for the coupling by touch. It would have been easier to remove the wheel entirely, but that would have taken time, and none of them were sure whether the rovers would be back with reinforcements.

“Do you have it?” Fabian’s lilting voice echoed under the longrunner chassis.

“Almost,” Lyta called back. Her arm strained against the force of the cable she held in her left arm while her right hunted for the crease in which it was supposed to rest. She wouldn’t have been able to do it at all if Fabian hadn’t been tethering the other end. She closed her eyes and felt with her right hand, a little further, a little further… there. She hooked the cable against the indentation. “Got it!” she called out.

Friday, February 14, 2014


In last night's session, Our Heroes (tm) enjoyed a perfectly pleasant evening on Benelice's caravan. Everything was going so well. Of course it couldn't last. Unless, of course, your definition of "pleasant" involves being shot at with large-caliber weapons.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VII: People Are Like Beer?

“Okran,” she said brusquely as he sat on the small wooden chair. He laid his heavy arms on the table and it wobbled.

“Lorelei,” he responded laconically as he caught her beer glass before it tipped. He gave her a broad smile and a wink.

“Don't look so pleased with yourself,” she said with a sigh while she recovered her glass from his oversized hands. “First, it's unwarranted.” She paused for a sip, never taking her grey eyes off of him. “Second, it's unbecoming.”

“I can't help it if I'm pleased. The Vendar op went off pretty well I thought.”

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VII: The Old Ways

Certain things are older than recorded history. They define the way human civilization was formed and people banded together. The post, for example, has been around since the dawn of civilization. It’s hard to imagine that the Sumerians would develop a writing system on small portable tablets if they weren’t meant to be carried about. The formalized system of passing one’s mail to an intermediary is attributed to the man who brought us Law and Codes. Civilization, rules of social conduct, and information are all based on the same thing.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VII: Apprentice

18 Winter 1927

In a caravan, space was always at a premium. Crew slept in close quarters, worked in close quarters, and ate in close quarters, because any attempt to get some legroom meant less space taken up by cargo. And when your livelihood depended on being able to buy as many cheap goods as possible, transport them somewhere else, and sell them at a profit, empty space was money left on the table.

Still, there were always exceptions.

Friday, February 7, 2014

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VII: Recognition

14 Winter, 1927

Lyta kept to herself, despite the activity going on around her. The time was officially listed on the OIPA’s schedule as “open gym,” so despite the other athletes with their personal trainers and a small game of volleyball that had broken out at the far end of the room, they couldn’t turn her away. Not when she’d paid the exorbitant fee to use the facilities. She’d even come in her training clothes.

It wasn’t that she wanted to be back, it was that there was nowhere else to go. For two weeks, she had been involved almost entirely in stakeouts, and her body yearned to move so much she worried it might fly away from her unbidden. She couldn’t run, she wouldn’t return to the Perfect Form practitioners, and if she was going to go to a gym anyway, she figured she might as well come to the biggest one in the city. So she’d returned to the Oxford Institute for Physical Advancement, training clothes and all, simply to get a chance to work off excess energy.


On the road again! This week, we team up with our employer-turned-partner Okran Radsley to delivery perishable food to hungry Badlanders, all in the name of enlightened self-interest. What could possibly go wrong?

Monday, February 3, 2014

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VII : The Day Off

Okran Radsley looked very happy. He had an impressive assortment of food in front of him and he relished in sampling all of it. The deep-fried cornbread with fresh strawberry and pepper relish in particular received a good deal of his attention, though he was also on his second dish of pecan butter.

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VII: The Day of

The bright sunlight was streaming in through the window. Lukas had two conflicting thoughts in quick succession: ‘It’s a nice day. Too bad.’

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VII: Held Hostage

Lyta traced her fingers along the flattened rivets on the floor of the van. They’d taken the frames off the fine art and Fennec had somehow managed to find a roof rack, which left just enough space in the interior for two women to sit in cramped quarters amidst the piles of high-value goods.

“I don’t like this situation any more than you do,” Lyta said to the woman who sat across from her.

Theresa Vendar said nothing.

Lyta bobbed her head back and forth, considering her statement. “Okay, that’s probably a lie. I’m not the one who’s bound, gagged, and sedated. So if you were awake, you’d probably like things less than I do. But I still don’t like it.”

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