This story is a commission by DeviantHunter over on HentaiFoundry. His profile can be found here: https://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/DeviantHunter/profile _________________________________________________________________________________ Space heaved and broiled. Reality twisted, frenzied tendrils of ravening space-time lashed like living things. Coruscating...
Note: This is an unfinished work. Originally was to be a part of Origins, but it didn't feel right, so it got left to the way side. Hopefully you'll enjoy away. ***** In low orbit above Amir, a trio of Khawarij Defenders plied their patrol route. "Unknown object detected, moving at high speed towards Halben, sighted at grid seven-three-alpha-gamma." Sari...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: One of the terrific things about writing fantasy or science fiction stories is that the laws of physics can be bent, stretched to the limit, or even broken. I'm not a physicist. I'm just me. Once again, I'd like to give special credit to those who helped me figure out certain phraseology. Thank you SO much for the comments and feedback, but PL...
When humanity finally reached the stars, our emissaries to the galaxy were not high-minded diplomats, selfless explorers or dashing fleet captains. Rather, as in eras of expansion past, young men and women sailed into the unknown for many reasons. Some sought riches, others power; all felt the old world had nothing to offer. They used, killed, stole, wasted....
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SOL 2191 A.D. Ajax hauled two passengers besides the load of “extra-formulated” Serenity tablets that he was paid to carry. The others were along for the ride and to provide company. Transit from Lalande 21185 was a 42 month nap in the icebox: a cold-sleep pod, the easy part. He shivered from the lingering effects at times but his passengers had fared wor...
It is the 36th century. Humans have expanded across the stars. New empires and interstellar nations have arisen, and factions vie for influence. Behind the veneer of civilisation and enlightened philosophies humans are just as power hungry and lust filled as ever, and those in power ever seek to dominate the masses. Some individuals have left the hypocrisy o...
It was to be our last night together, and I wanted with all my heart and soul to make it special for you. The next morning I was flying to India to take up my new post, and it was unlikely that I would be back again in the UK for three years, or possibly longer. Telling you that we must say goodbye was something which I had dreaded when I arrived home late t...
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