The spire of the executive tower lanced skywards from the bulk of Peace River, shining in the midday sun like a beacon calling the hopper home. The pilot assured Dr. Chambers that they would be there in 10 minutes.
He had spent most of the flight planning his next actions. There was just one more thing to do before debarkation.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The Good Fight
Between the Lines, part 2
He was not happy.
To say that things had not gone according to plan would have been an understatement. The blame could be liberally spread around, but Kain reserved a big share for himself.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Enjoy your victory Sundra Gabriel
The screen shows the smoke billowing high into the sky, ash grey against the cement background of the second terrace wall rising above. The view jerks and pans. There are still flames, constant fires up high but also rivulets pouring down in spurts. Papers fall like confetti, a ticker-tape parade, a celebration of pandemonium.
Enjoy your victory Sundra Gabriel, enjoy what is left of your short life because I am coming for you.
Between the Lines, part 1
It was crazy, even for her, and Maia Kessler would have been the first to admit it.
The hopper's engines thrummed, making the deck under her feet vibrate. She didn't notice. She stared at the email on the screen before her, trying to decide whether it was time to find a psychiatric ward somewhere and have herself committed.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Playing for Keeps
28 Spring, TN1935
0700hrs
The Badlands Caravan Guild office did not shut down overnight. Trevin Vemeer had slept there after a very late night, knowing that he'd be working on multiple projects throughout the following day. When he woke that morning he was in a particularly bad mood. At least, he considered, the Doctor and his merry band would be out in Goodland for most of the day playing with Paxton's latest toys. Trevin smiled. He counted each day where he did not have to deal directly with the "Operations" branch of the Guild as a small blessing. A double blessing if Kain Delacroix wasn't involved.
Pen Pals
From: janus@public.netspace.pr
To: Lukah@sns.com
Date: 28 Spring, TN1935, 06:00
Subject: Peace River professional dueling
A nose for the news
Helen Luka yawned. It was nearly 11am, and the sun shone brightly as it climbed the sky. She rubbed her eyes and looked out from the stands. The PRDF demonstration range just outside of Goodland was an expansive obstacle course designed to sell the best of Paxton's wares, and Helen had to admit that it was doing its job admirably thus far.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Wordslingin'
Last night's session involved two interrogations (one more willing than the other) and some gear fightin'. We all came out of it whole, and our principal (Hiro) is still alive, so we may yet live to fight another day! Oh, and for the record, gaming accompanied by fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies is pretty darn close to my idea of bliss.
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