• Pathfinder

    “There you are Aitken. We need to have a little talk.”

     

    I could hear the voice of Rodger Clay but I couldn't see him. At that moment I had half of my body inside a maintenance hatch of a Type-6 Transporter. The bright yellow and duller black stripes on it's bodywork let people know that this was 'Horse' the T-6 I had brought to Perez Ring and had used in service of the controlling faction. Speaking of controlling, that's what I was busy refitting for the second or third time, Fuel Limpet Controller. I tightened up the last connection and let my body slide. As my feet impacted with the hangar floor I allowed my momentum to bend my knees and then I stayed in that crouched position as I looked over toward Rodger.

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  • Beer Money

    “Aitken, don't pretend you didn't hear me.”

     

    Oh I had heard her alright and as I stalled by staring out the window I watched an elderly man shuffle along the boulevard. There was nothing startling about him, just an ordinary human male. He looked to be over one hundred, again nothing unusual with the medical advances in the past few hundred years.

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  • Filling in the Blanks

    “I missed you, you know.”

     

    We lay together the way we had fallen asleep. Still holding each other in her modestly decorated quarters.

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  • Fog of Life

    “So that's you done uh?”

     

    I looked at Bob as he spoke those words as if challenging me to continue. After double digit trips I was ready to stop. Bob was defiant that he would make this place work. I don't mean just Jaques as a lot had happened over the time it took me to hop between the bubble and Jaques multiple times.

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  • A Small Step

    “Whoa, slow down man. For a little guy you sure move quick.”

     

    I didn't slow down. Bay Kosmatka had to lengthen his stride, a little but eventually caught up to me as we made our way through Darnielle's Progress and back to the hangar. He kept talking up until we entered the hangar. There he fell silent and stopped walking.

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  • Pawns

    “Well if you will excuse me my children I will leave you to your discussion.”

     

    The Divine Harley Maxwell pressed his hands together gave a slight bow and left the office. I stood there with plans, actions and logistics flowing through my mind.

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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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  • Winner of the 1st Fuel Rat Art Contest

    We are very happy to announce the winners of our first, 50,000th rescue, Fuel Rat Art contest!

    It is ... winning 100% of all votes as number 1 ...

    Florenus


    Commented by our Founder "Looks like a movie poster for a Stanley Kubrick movie - 'MY GOD IT'S FULL OF FUEL'"

    Followed closely by
    Ian Baristan


    ... who is second place by votes, extremely closely followed by Beetlejude, I have to say ... a really really close vote there.

    the winner and the follow-up will receive their prices as soon as they are sorted :)

    CONGRATS!

    And thanks to all contributors, all of your work was really really much appreciated.

  • 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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  • FRAC launches the first Rat Art Contest

    Heads up creative Commanders!

    Starting November 19, The Artist Collective of the Fuel Rats launches it's first open Rat Art Contest in celebration of the Fuel Rats' 50,000th rescue.

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