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Another Chapter
“Hello Aitken. You seem to be healing well.”
The visage of Mr. Smith remarked over the comm. unit.
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Slap and Tickle
“One more time Commander. Who are you working for?”
I didn't get the chance to answer. Just as well as it would have been flippant, not that it would have mattered. The fist that connected with my jaw had enough force behind it to topple the chair that I was strapped into over.
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Worth the Wait
“I've heard back from my contacts.”
Gabe told me after I had finished telling him the tale of my morning. “And?” I asked.
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The More Things Change
“Thanks for calling Dad, don't leave it till my next birthday until you call again.”
The image of my son faded to black on the screen before me. With the conversation over I pushed back the chair and headed back into the sitting area.
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The Devil You Know
“And that ladies and gentlemen is the reason for the moral decline of our youth.”
I looked around the room I was sitting in just to be sure I was not dreaming Since I didn't appear to be I posed Gabe the obvious question .
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Old Dogs Can Learn New Tricks
“There you go Aitken, all loaded.”
N'tone and his gang of loaders and just finished stowing two hundred tons of cargo aboard my ship.
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Goodbye to Charity
“In what way do you think that it's not over?”
I had just picked up the coffee cup and had not even had my first sip when the question answered my sceptical remark. Charity sat at the opposite side of a two person table in non-descriptive eatery. She had at least had a sip from the wine glass before her, so I followed suit and took a slug from the newly dressed cup before me.
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Oxygen-depleted, Blink 4
This is the fourth and last part of CMDR Flynzilla's Oxygen-depleted Rat Story. Read it from the start here.
Ratmama’s squeak still makes me jump like a junior rat, RATSIGNAL: CMDR atomicweeasel – System Col 1456 Sector JY-D A 14-1 – O2 OK case #6
Patting the side of the Commander's chair and to no one in particular “Righto girl, let”s go to work”
“Navcomp input Col 1456 Sector JY-D A 14-1 plot course” The computer beeped its result, glancing down to the navcomp to see 4 Jumps on the screen. Nope, no way “Navcomp clear route, replot” This time I watched the navcomp do the plots. “Beep” Well. I’ll be jiggered. -
Oxygen-depleted, Blink 3
This is part 3 of CMDR Flynzilla's Oxygen-depleted Rat Story. Read it from the start here.
“Dispatch, roger your last, friend confirmed, system confirmed, in wing #7 preselecting to R CRA prime, 1 jump, 10 Lyr, dropping in...It’s been fun!”
As a Fuel Rat we are a non-political movement, we don’t engage in power plays, the petty squabbles, “kill 36 lords of the dark star” stuff, we have a motto ... We have fuel, you don’t, any questions? It is also a statement. We all know the risks involved ... -
Oxygen-depleted in 6:30, Blink 2
This is the second part of CMDR Flynzilla's Rat Story. Read the first part here.
With renewed vigor, fingers flying over the information board…back out of the function sub-menu, tab across back to status, there at the very bottom, with a yell of victory stabbing at the button like a desperate man.
Nothing
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Deserves Another
“Doc, his eyelids moved I think he's coming round.” -
Oxygen-depleted in 7:30, Blink 1
This is the first chapter, Blink 1, of Flynzilla's short story. Enjoy! /Uvelius
Here I am, Commander Flynzilla, a “vet” (still not totally convinced that messing about in Hazardous Resource sites more times than comfortable counts as being a vet). However, I took to the skies in 3302, learned my lesson at the School of Hard Knocks, graduated from my trusty Sidey to the Maple Leaf (a Cobra Mk3 bedecked in the country of my family's birthplace on Earth), a bit of smuggling in my Diamondback Explorer, finally ended up in the Imperial Clipper, gave some big hits, took a lot bigger hits. Grinning inanely as targets “pancake” (a slow barrel roll in front of me that brings my guns into play) laughing as the bounty credits rolled in.
It was around this time I thought ... -
One Good Turn
“He's going to live.” -
With a Little Help
“Come in Aitken. Where are you dammit. Just when I need you I can't get you to answer.” -
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