0001 - Tempro 0003 - Conner 0097 - Ace 0098 - Lucy 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) 0125 - Lars 0200 - Ellen 0301 - Rodrick 0403 - Johnathon 0667 - Marco 0778 - Jan 0798 - Celeste 0908 - Tara 0999 - Zan 1000 - Sherry * Trianas Macley cursed again as several systems were still offline on her ship. Adjusting several pieces of equipment she cursed ag...
0001 - Tempro 0003 - Conner- Thomas 0097 - Ace - Zimmel 0098 - Lucy 0101 - Shelby (mother ship) - Lucie 0125 - Lars 0200 - Ellen 0301 - Rodrick 0403 - Johnathon 0667 - Marco - Brown 0778 - Jan 0798 - Celeste - Shelby (human) 0908 - Tara - Mara 0999 - Zan -- Ungrown - unnumbered - 3 - onboard Tempro awaiting Shelby 1000 - Sherry - lost at th...
The shadowy figure crawled out of the sarcophagus, and took a deep breath before exhaling fully, efficiently clearing its lungs of the musty tasting air from cryostasis. It then performed a complex set of stretches, limbering up its body and preparing for action. It was a routine it had performed four-hundred-and-thirty-two times before, starting each missio...
Deep Space, Today: For something that was nicknamed by its pilot as 'The School Bus', it certainly had style: a civilian vessel temporarily leased by Starfleet, it was designed for short-term tourism, with a large central area dominated by a series of tables and chairs and overlooked by large observation windows, now currently filled with streaked starscape...
After being strapped to an atomic bomb by a cackling supervillain, running into microbes that could induce a jaunt through the astral plane, and getting an alien space princess for a girlfriend, you'd think that I'd be out of things to find utterly surreal. Heck, I'd taken banging a sexy spider chick in stride. Gigantic lizard monster? Pff! I could handle th...
"Carver, what does she mean? What happened to you last night?" the ship's computer asked, privately. Carver ignored Oscar's questions as he was almost as confused himself. "A vampire? Really? I though that tired old bodymod style had died off and been buried. Been some time since I've seen someone take on that form. The cool skin is an interesting new touc...
Light shone off the gleaming black skin of the ship. Over three miles long, it had been one of a new race of living A.I. ships engineered to guard the vast Imperial boundary territory. For eight hundred years the small fleet of fast, sleek ships protected the empire. Many enemies had perished attempting to enter and take the empire. Though the fleet slowly d...
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"USS Surefoot-A, Captain's Log, Stardate 49589.99, Captain Esek Hrelle, Commanding: we are rejoining the Fleet near the Sherman Sector, to provide ambulance and rescue support in the war against the Klingons. Along the way we stopped off at Starbase 154 to make a few cosmetic and engineering modifications, stock up on supplies, and most importantly, to colle...
The Real Agenda and Musings of the Past. Prince Elian Augustin, originally fourth in line to inherit and oversee the 'prestigious' Augustin shipyards, a massive collection of docks and maintenance facilities around a large asteroid called 'The Novias Magastus', stood silently outside the transit carriage that bought him to his laboratory. He stood still fo...