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For The Spirits Part I
Part I - Damnation is Not Enough.
Location: Talnos IV, the periphery of Antarean Space, United League of Planets Territory - Distract 2, Sub-district 13.
"You cannot lay down any longer! Do you see the squalor and danger around you? Do you see what enemies of the Emperor have caused? Can you not understand that your very lack of reverence is only making things worse?!" At the corner of the dirty street Exiled Cardinal Antony Roderis shouted out his sermon, but few people paid attention. The ones who did stop to listen were more attracted to the fiery fever within his light blue eyes then his speech. "Does this United League of Planets pay homage to the spirits of the Emperors? Do they give the Antarean people respect?" He pointed to a woman passing by, "What do they do for you?!"
"Even the Emperor's very aides confuse and trick him, for this they shall all be dammed for an eternity, along with all non-believers. But damnation is not enough! The spirits of Emperors past, present
Search Word - Valuables
Venice, the last true tourist town. Cloak grinned, tourists meant a lot of people carrying around cash, and that meant a good deal of money to be made. However for today Cloak had to tear his eyes away from bulging purses and pocket books. Today he was here on a mission. He had been hired to do what he did best, steal.
Cloak was a professional thief, the best there was. It had been no surprise that the man had wanted to hire him. What had been a surprise was the larger then normal offer and the exotic local: an offshore secret military base, under Venice's waterways.
Upon arrival, Cloak examined his surroundings. The most interesting part of the entrance cannel was the device that kept Venice at its best, the huge mobile dam (or floodgate) whose tip was just beneath the service. Cloak had thoroughly researched his surroundings, as he always did, and he knew that in times of flooding, which were coming faster as the global warming raised world temperatures, a computer system would raise
Search Word - Prologue
The crowd was spread out before Ed and he smiled. The mall was filled with people from all over, some clustered in groups and others standing alone on the green grass, but all united in purpose. In front of them was the White House and behind was the Washington monument, "It's so many. More then we ever had before." Ed slowly scanned the crowd while leaning against the dark blue van.
"Well, it should be," replied Wrench, a slightly plump man with dark brown hair who is wearing a pair of large odd looking black goggles with electrodes snaking out of them and attaching to his head in flesh colored adhesive. "I spent a shitload of time spreading the word and publicizing it."
"This is it!" Ed pronounced excitedly. "We might be able to make a true difference here."
A man standing in the corner shrugged, rippling his blue vest. He looks out at the crowd with hard black eyes and a cynical manner, sweeping his pale left hand through finely manicured black hair. "If they don't shut it down like
The Case of the Missing Kernel
It was raining outside in Neurocity, a formatting rain. The data was flooding the streets, overloading some of the older programs integrated into the streets and driving them out to be washed away in a stream of grey zeros and ones. My name is Hex, Hex O'Gonel, cyber-eye and code locater. More often then not, that means running through dirty lo-rez back streets chasing errant bits and overflow data. But every once in a while something strange comes through my door, something weird, something that makes all my time in the alleyways worth while.
* * *
I knew it was one of those times when she walked in my door. She stepped through the door into the circle of dim light cast by a ceiling bit. She was voluptuous, green and had ears so pointed you could use them for needle work.
"Mr. O'Gonel?" her voice was as soft as a mattress and harkened to the same.
"Hex 'll do fine doll," I gestured to the worn dark red chair that was opposite my desk. "Take a seat."
She sat with a squeak of stretching
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I am the Emperor's Second, admiral of the Great Gold Fleet and the highest representative of the New Terran Imperium in Rimspace. Every day I awake on my station, The Imperial Colony of Marcosia. Usually things go quietly, allowing myself to wake up slowly. However, I awake with a start this morning, caused by the ringing of the comm. system. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I turn to the panel and tap it on. "Emperor's Second, Admiral Kravlar. I am active and awaiting." This time in the morning I find myself relaying heavily on the formal comm. greeting, too tired to bother checking the sender.
"Admiral, this is an Ensign," Subordinates need not say their name, protocol proclaims it a waste of time. Usually I request that my officers name themselves to me, the image of a thoughtful commander is valuable and in my case true. However the Ensign is now required to answer with equal formality. "I am loyal and relaying. The Head Miner is requesting your attention."
"Relay the transmission,
Beyond The Rim - Prologue
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Deeply regret to advise you Titanic sank this morning, the fifteenth, after a collision with an iceberg resulting in serious loss of life. Further particulars later.
At 2:20 AM Atlantic Standard Time on the morning of April 15, 1912, the largest and most luxurious man-made object that had ever been moved, the Royal Mail Steamer (RMS) Titanic, disappeared beneath the calm waters of the North Atlantic about 370 miles or 600 kilometers south-southeast of the coast of Newfoundland, leaving behind her the majority of 2,208 living, breathing human beings-- people with families, dreams, hopes, ambitions, and plans-- struggling to stay afloat in the frigid ocean water. Among them were the world's richest and most famous and influential individuals, who
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