Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter IX: Crossroads

The caravan was at the crossroads. One trade route went came from the south along the Lonely Hills within the Humanist Alliance and went northward across the Karaq Wastes, through the Port Arthur defence zone to Massada. The other moved from East to West: the road connected New Baja through Marigold on to the rebelling cities of the ESE and further afield, Jan Mayen.

Would you like to know more?

Wordslingin'

A party divided! In the aftermath of Operation: Storm Creighton-1, Our Heroes (tm) attempt to move on with their various lives. Sadly, this requires even more painful partings from loved ones, and a failure to reunite with others…

Would you like to know more?

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: Dear Fennec

F.,

Initially, I wasn't going to write you at all.  I'm still not sure I shouldn't ask T1 to murderize you in your sleep.  (Or did I?  He'll never tell you in a way you can fully believe.)

But as L. pointed out, there would be some hypocrisy in being truly mad at you.  Not that I'm completely above that, but I try.

Would you like to know more?

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: Dear Todd

T.,

I find myself quite unsure of what to write; on reflection, it appears this is the first time I've ever written you a letter.  I wonder what it is like for your penpals.

I've just made a deal that'll keep the mind-controllers off your back forever, provided you don't go down there or mess with them anywhere else.  I've also made sure that you'll have enough money to buy a lifetime's worth of books--even at the speed you read.  I've attached the info in a specially encoded manner in a series of Classified ads that will run in the daily newspaper in Temple Heights on your birthday.  I'll leave you that to figure out.

Would you like to know more?

Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter VIII: Dear Lyta

L.,

By now you will have rejoined T2 and, I expect, performed whatever time-sensitive operation your intel permitted.  I am confident that you will have prevailed.

You can relax regarding concerns about animosity emanating from our most recent team activities.  I have made arrangements such that neither you nor T1, not anyone you care about, remains at risk.  There were conditions, though only two of them should concern you and T1:  stay out of their territory, and do not take on any work against them.  I will deal with the rest.  Regardless of how that turns out, I have been assured that you will be safe from retribution of any kind.  Please inform F. of same.

Would you like to know more?

Wordslingin'

Operation: Rescue the Koreshi Prisoners, part 2! The op went about as well as anyone could have hoped: we saved all the Koreshi test subjects, we destroyed the computers and samples while managing to steal at least a little for ourselves, and we blew the entire thing to kingdom come. On the downside, several of us were wounded, Bearden may or may not have escaped, and Jonas has been captured by forces that mean him no good. Ah, well. That’s a problem for next session.

Would you like to know more?

Wordslingin'

Operation: Rescue the Koreshi Prisoners, part 1! This week we raided the secret Creighton-1 facility in the hopes of saving experimental test subjects and generally causing mayhem and destruction. So far, so good.

Would you like to know more?

Koreshi Chronicles – Chapter VIII: Birthday Wishes

25 Autumn, 1927

The moon was bright overhead as they walked across the desert sands. Lyta could barely hear the sounds of the Askar camp anymore, the boastful talk on the eve of combat. It was good to be back among Koreshi, and even better to have Jonas with her again. She wondered if Ti knew how special he was for the Sand Riders to have accepted him at their fire, to have shared their food with him.

They had laughed easily while they sat side by side amongst the Koreshi warriors, Lyta translating when the conversation slipped into the secret language that Ti had not been taught. But as they walked further from the camp, the banter faded. Despite their enthusiastic reunion earlier in the afternoon, Lyta found herself falling into old patterns of awkward silence. She glanced over at the man she had thought was dead, that she had begged God and the Prophet to bring back to her, to give her one more chance to tell him how she felt, and she said nothing.

Would you like to know more?