Year Eight It began as a tingle, tentative and uncertain. Nothing definite and never quite detectable. It was a thought given flesh, a misgiving, something Seven had forgotten to remember. She tried to ignore it. But she wanted to remember it. She wanted the satisfaction of clenching the thought, identifying the sensation, even as a part of her warned agai...
Twenty years ago, enrolling at University was an exercise in patience and resolve. Prior to the on-line enrolment world, you had to visit multiple offices and departments, gaining numerous approvals, permissions, stamps and franks. I remember thinking that it was probably made intentionally difficult to sift out the people who didn't have the requisite motiv...
Ali smashed her hands onto the table in the meeting room. The table, unused to being hit by a Doyen Princess who was capable of telekinetically enhancing her strength, shattered in half. It was a cheap plastic table, after all. Everything in the human ship was cheap. Ally had told her that this was because, well, the humans had been funding this project in s...
"Plebiscite! Plebiscite! Plebiscite!" 2nd Lt. DeShane Gallagher let her finger drop from the window blinds that looked out onto the protestor clogged main thoroughfare of Liberty, shutting out the pale red light of Proxima Centauri and turned to her superior, Captain Moon Two. "I think they might want a some kind of plebiscite or something," Dey said. Moo...
A parody by Mick T Budarrap Disclaimer: Star Trek, its characters, locations and plots are not my creations and are used without permission. No profit has been or will be made by their use in this story. "Broken Bodice" is not intended for consumption by minors. If you are below the adult age in your country, state or county then read no further and delete...