Chapter 12 At 45, Rachel Staunton was a force of nature. Stepping off the train from Nice, she looked like she had just stepped out of a salon, instead of getting off of a five and a half hour train ride from the south of France. Her hair, worn tight against her head, was perfect, not a strand out of place, showing off her round face. Her makeup was impecca...
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S.M.A.R.T. SUIT Agent 409 plunged towards the ground at high speed. The thirty thousand foot free fall was nothing new to the experienced agent as she checked her altimeter. HALO jumps where standard method of entry for these kinds of missions. The cold and thin air was of little notice due to the new SMART suits agents were now being equipped with. These...
Somewhere in Greater London, 30 years from now, a cool April morning... "Beep! Beep! Beep!" Elizabeth groaned at the shrill, insistent sound of the alarm. She rolled over towards the bedside table, her fingers fumbling around in the semi-darkness until they found the Snooze button. She pulled the duvet back up to her chin and rolled back to her husband's s...
"Welcome to The Fringe!" chimed an excessively chirpy voice, artificially modulated to sound as pleasing as possible. It worked about as well as you might think. "The Fringe is the narrow band of worlds separating Union Space from the inhospitable stretch of stars known as The Scar! Long a haven of criminals, minimally-rated corporations, and...
You slowly come to again, rubbing your head as you blink in response to the bright lights, beginning to sit up before realising that you're completely naked, causing you to jerk upright. You quickly cross your legs in a futile attempt to preserve your modesty as you begin scanning the room before standing up. You can't make out much of anything, the walls ar...
Welcome everyone to the first chapter of the crew of the Colonial Union Starship, USS SPITFIRE. Spitfire is a Intrepid Class Frigate, which is armed and fast for a small ship in a video game called, PULSAR: LOST COLONY. I have been playing this game quite regularly and I've become so interested in the game because of all the things you can do in the game, th...
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He could tell from the moment he walked into the apartment that tonight was going to be something special. The redhead was dressed in a black corset that hugged her body in such a delectable way. The attached garters held up a pair of sheer black stockings and on her feet were a pair of stiletto heels. She greeted him at the door with a big hug and long pass...