Wordslingin'

In last night’s session, “Operation: Deliver the shipping crates to Port Arthur” was temporarily put on hold in favor of the more pressing mission, “Operation: Take out Mark Kim before he does the same to us.” Well, eventually. We’ll get to it sooner or later.

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: A head in need of examining

26 Summer 1927

Dear Dr. Chambers,

I’m writing to you because I don’t know who else to write to. I’m pissed and I’m scared and I don’t know which is worse.

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: 'Kids These Days'

Lyta gave Ennik a nudge. Well, more than a nudge, a sharp jab in the ribs. ‘I ain’t forgiven you yet,’ she had told him the day before, or was it the same day? Ennik didn’t know anymore.

The Longrunners they‘d met up with on 25.SU.27 were trundling along at their slow and steady pace towards the Prince-Point Pass. Ennik has just mentioned in passing he probably knew of some food caches that were left over from the war that the partisans had used. Rations didn’t go bad, they just were bad. Surprisingly, Todd had suggested they head back over the Colden Pass and try and deliver these foodstuffs to the rovers they had come across a couple days before.

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: There’s Something That I Know...

23 Summer 1927

Lyta huddled under layers of blankets, as bundled as Todd sometimes was in his pillow forts. Her breath steamed in the cold mountain air. Her hands wrapped protectively around a thermos of cawfee that Ennik had brewed. It was late, but her eyes had adjusted to the dark, and she still had several hours before Fennec relieved her for the next watch.

She was exhausted but happy. Her muscles ached from climbing and carrying, shimmying her way up huge pylons and coaxing the disused machinery within to working order. She felt useful. It was the first time she’d felt that way in a while, she realized.

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: What Any Of Us Want

02.SU.26, Shores of the Western River, The Great Western Plain

A chill woke him from the darkness and he opened his eyes to the light. The wind was picking up as Helios dipped to the horizon. He rolled over to take in the gently swaying grasses rustling against a backdrop of ochre, bleeding into cobalt and then dark ultramarine. After a while he lay flat on his back again. He watched the first stars above, enjoying the moment, relishing it like only a freed man could.

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: Self-aware

"Look, Quinn, I don’t know what you’re doing, and I don’t think you know what you’re doing."

Pascal "The Pain" Pigeon's words echoed again and again.

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Wordslingin'

A session in which Our Heroes (tm) decided not to kill anyone! On purpose! Yes, as we inch our way slowly towards Port Arthur with our six crates of weapons, sometimes it’s good to remember that letting people go is only the right decision until they turn around and stab you in the back…

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