SW: Jaeriel, Battle ScarredDeep Space, on approach to the Alliance FleetSW: Jaeriel, Battle Scarred10 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The swirling blue tunnel of hyperspace dissolved into streaming white lights and then individual stars as Jaeriel's fighter dropped back into real space. Ahead of her hung the shapes of the Alliance fleet, the big Mon Cal star cruisers hung majestically in space while the smaller ships clustered around them like schooling fish.
Reaching down, she keyed her comlink.
“Home One control this is Flight Officer Nokta requesting permission to land, clearance quasar.”
“Your access checks Lieutenant Nokta, welcome back.”
Jaeriel blinked. She was a lieutenant now? When had that happened? Shaking her head, she steered towards Home One. Looking down at her left arm, she wondered what Quinn and Orchid would say when they saw her? She'd been gone for over a month dealing with her family matters...it felt like she'd been gone longer, like she'd aged quite a lot more too. Would they even recognize her she wondered?
Aboard the Allian
GeneGang profilesNew crime league discovered: “Gene-Gang” (pronounced ‘JEAN-gayng’)GeneGang profiles5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
- Name: Nicholas James Mandel
- Alias: CryoNick
- Nationality: Canada
- Age: 37
- Hair: Bald
- Eyes: Brown
- Designation: Villain
- Powers: Ice and water manipulation, capable of reaching near -200˚ Celsius
- Personality traits: Anti-social, small signs of psychological paranoia, cynical, greedy. Enjoy
SW: To Kill a LegendOrbiting Endor's Sanctuary MoonSW: To Kill a Legend1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Green fire lit up space all around Quinn's battered starfighter as she maneuvered through the blinding melee of Alliance and Imperial fighters. The Death Star's superlaser reached out and annihilated another of the massive Mon Calamari cruisers, the Blue Reef, and all Quinn could do was watch the beautiful ship be vaporized. Damn it, they were being annihilated out here, that was the third ship that the Death Star had claimed since its activation had been revealed. This was insane, they couldn't fight out here like this! Her only real consolation was that her daughter Orchid was 'safely' inside of Jaeriel's starfighter which was at that very moment flying on her wing.
“All craft, close with the Imperial fleet and engage.”
Quinn frowned as Admiral Ackbar's voice gave the order. Close with the star destroyers and their support ships? Were they crazy? They'd be torn to shreds! Not to mention that even with most of the Alliance fleet here t
Green GooGreen GooGreen Goo4 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
By Theo Winters
Written for Arrow Quivershaft
Thenyr took in a long drink of water as he relaxed on the bench, waiting for his name to be called for his next round. He didn't think it would take that much longer as the final fight of the quarter-finals was almost wrapped up, the two contestants dance around the large open ring as they battled it out. The crowd was loving it, cheering so loudly it was hard to tell if they were for the lion or the fox.
The tall thoradan (though most of the crowd thought he was a hawk) was rooting for the lion to win if only because he seemed like he would be easier to beat in the next round. Sadly it didn't seem likely, the fox was thin and nimble and was easily moving in and out of the range of the heavier lion. The lion himself seemed to be tired out, his tail thrashing from side to side.
Still, the lion was giving it his all and was able to surprise his foe with a quick twist of his body, sending his tail out to smack at the fox's face as a
RAV: The Military CasteFoxen castes are pretty well defined.RAV: The Military Caste5 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nobles are, well, nobles. They’re the ones that collect taxes, own the land, and make the laws.
Commoners obey the laws, do the work, and run the businesses. They also happen to own most of the orbitally based communications and news gathering companies, which have historically resisted being taken over by the Noble caste to be used as propaganda arms, and whose autonomy is now law. 
The Military caste wears uniforms. All the uniforms. Which is why the name “Military” is a bit of misnomer. “Service” would be more accurate. The most obvious and common form is in fact in one of the branches of pure military function, such as the space forces, marines, ground troops and the relatively tiny “wet” navy. But the requirement that every Commoner and the fact that most Nobles spend three years in mandatory Service, means the services have more bodies than they really need to in the Shooty Bits portion of things,
Dance floor The dance floor was filled with many people, all crammed together in the giant rooms dance floor. The loud music thrummed as the crowd bounced with it. The DJ kept playing the thumping music until he noticed cadets and officers of the crew walk into the room. As the song ended the DJ arranges a new song, leaning over the microphone, “Alright kids, lets give our heroic cadets and officers a chance at the floor. The dance floor slowly clears as the cadets and officers enter the floor in their uniforms some ragged some clean. The men and sometimes boy cadets enter the floor and pair off with their varied group of dates some of them are in cadet or officers uniforms some are in their nicest dresses and skirts. A few of the female officers and cadets dates have regular clothing. Slowly the group began to dance as the music begins to play. The cadets swing around the floor as more and more join in. slowly the crowd around them begins to join in. As everyone on the dance flDance floor6 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes the Darkness WinsI stuck my head out of the train window as it trudged along the track ahead. I was bored I might as well watch the ever changing scenery, from mountains that spewed smoke to valleys that look as if they were scooped out by a giant’s hand. The best part was that you could stand in the same spot within the HUB and the terrain would move about. One moment you can be viewing a snow capped mountain, and the next day a vast sea. Charming place really, keeps things interesting, much more interesting than the two bores I’m stuck with right now...Sometimes the Darkness Wins1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Q, pull your head back in before it hits a tree branch or something.” T’Pala said sternly. I roll my eyes and pull my head back in. T’Pala kept her nose firmly in that stupid sketch book of hers. You see T’Pala Vulcangirl is the one who created this world, she’s considered an Artisan; which roughly translates to her being my creator. She’s not a bad person, very much on the weird side though with
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 67F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 671 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
From within a beautiful garden, Chiya and Rose sat adjacent to one another. Chiya, as usual, was clothed—unlike her blood sister. Both ladies were drinking from small cups of powerful tasting tea. Chiya’s drink contained a strong cherry flavor, one that she could never find in reality. The world that Rose was shaping within Chiya’s mind was gradually become more of a fantasyland for Chiya; however, she couldn’t fully enjoy it.
Chiya roughly placed the cup down against her waist and growled softly. Rose’s eyelids raised just barely, “I take it you’re still upset?”
“So what if Abby has a crush on my boyfriend? She’s not going to succeed with anything.”
Rose shook negatively, “Abby isn’t doing anything wrong, even I can see that. Why can’t you?” Chiya lowered her eyebrows contemptuously, “Did her weeping not dishearten you?”
“Yeah, but if things worked out in her favor, sh
Contact LightThere is a shiver along my circuitry when he comes in to check on me. I hear my gears whirr faster, but only for a moment, before my system re-adjusts their speed. I watch him from the corner of my eye, the task before me boring, monotonous, while he is exciting, lively. Lively. I run the word through my processor, its meaning sparking along my wires, slithering between my circuit board. He stops in front of me, glasses falling against the bridge of his nose.Contact Light1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He scribbles something on the clipboard he is holding and I watch as the ligaments and muscles flex in his arm. I rotate my vision down to my own arms, similar in design, but slimmer, more delicate. My shiny copper exterior glints, but I can see the spider web of veins on his skin. They pulse with vitality and intensity.
I remind myself that I only have circuits, wires, gears, metals. He looks into my line of vision, eyes blinking as he pushes his glasses up.
"C9, how are you functioning today?"
I run a systems diagnostic, careful
Six word storyThe test results came back positive.Six word story1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 66F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 661 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Think fast!” shouted Seppuku.
Earl looked up and was suddenly hit straight against the face by a salt shaker. He nearly fell over as a result. Chiya and Abigail both gasped, but Seppuku merely returned to his food. All three young adults gave him intense looks of anger.
“I gave him more than enough time to react...”
Earl slammed the salt shaker down beside his plate and growled whilst rubbing his forehead, “When I request that you 'hit me some salt.' I'm obviously not asking to be hit.”
“Well Jesus damn Christ...”
Abigail brought her hands together and smiled faintly, “Are you okay?”
He closed his eyes and nodded, “Just have a blazing feeling near my right temple...”
Earl slammed his eyes shut and ducked his head, both Chiya and Abigail had widened their eyes. Seppuku momentarily burst out laughing and slapped his hand down. Earl slowly opened an eye, then l
DesertionA Letter to Director of Operations,Desertion1 week ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Colonel Trisha Wilkins;
Operation Titanbreak is a failure. Not but an hour into the engagement, the backbone of the 111th was already broken. Tanks, light assault vehilces--manpower, lost in staggering amounts.
The creature isn't from this world, Colonel. Nothing we can do will stop it. I've seen what it's capable of--arcing trails of energy ripped Los Angeles apart in seconds. We can't get close to it--thousands of tentacles are there and ready to smash our offensive.
What's more, I've heard horrifying reports from the Sacramento area. Operations to retrieve the dead and wounded have come up empty-handed; not a body in the entire city.
Frankly, Colonel Wilkins, I'm sure you understand my concern for the validity of our efforts. And I hope you understand you can't stop me from resigning--I'm heading to collect my family and find somewhere safe, out of reach. As for California, it's a lost cause. I fear what place will fall after that.
Don't try to tr
8 word storyShe sways trancefully,8 word story2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
sour lights strobing,
ManAgain, IncorporatedBody-renting was a lucrative trade.ManAgain, Incorporated2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Every able-minded person knew it; when they breezed into the main offices of Mannigan, Inc., past the viewing gallery and the oceans of test-walkers, right up to the desk of Surzak H. Mannigan—their mind was either on the lease or the small fortune to make it.
And so it happened that on one particular Friday in September, Emil kindled a strong desire to have flesh.
Emil floated toward the beaming head of the company, himself, who threw a brief wave and said, “Greetings, potential sir or madam! Have you business with us today?”
Body, Emil hummed. Want-rent-body.
“Why, of course,” harped Mr. Mannigan. He rose from his desk and motioned for Emil to follow. “It’s why everyone comes here! How silly of me to ask such an obvious question.” He shuffled out of his office and into the light of the outside lobby.
Now Get Out of My Starship“You heard me! Out! I’m Captain, and if you don’t vacate this area immediately, I’ll have no choice but to have you incarcerated for the rest of the voyage!” The stooped old woman shoved her cane at the nurse, rapping his knees.Now Get Out of My Starship2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
With a patience developed over years of caretaking, he side-stepped the attack, putting a table between them. “Now, Mrs. Handra, you know there are no starships anymore. The last one landed long before you or I were born. Now sit down and eat your lunch.”
She acquiesced, grumbling about disorder in the ranks and the decline in interstellar food. The nurse watched long enough to make sure she didn’t cause any trouble with her cafeteria neighbors and left to attend to other duties.
Mrs. Handra turned to the well-worn man next to her. “These people. No respect.”
Mr. Zhao shook his head, “Well, it’s true. You never were a captain.”
She let out a giggle, momentarily revealing a vivacious y
VR RP November 12/13, 2014 <VVayvvard>Neana was pacing about in the star deck, it was one of the only quiet places she could find at the moment. It was irritating. She maneuvered through chairs as she walked about in utter silence except for the clicking of her talon-like nails as they made contact with the cold floor. She eventually grumbled a few words to her self, almost looking flustered now. The book in her hand was forcefully slammed down onto a table, grabbed, and then thrown across the room. It landed like a broken bird with pages flying out from in between the old leather bindings. She glared at it and sat down in a chair slowly, turned away from the book.VR RP November 12/13, 2014 2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
<Yvevi>Ulo was drinking from a disposable cup anyone could find at some fast food place. He had been slurping up the rest of his milkshake and entering the Star Deck. The sound of something- paper maybe- fluttering around caught his attention. He noticed papers laying all over the floor. Dumping the milkshake, he picked up a piece then ano
SW: Desperate FlightAlliance Rendezvous Point at Sullust, aboard the MonCal Cruiser LibertySW: Desperate Flight2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Orchid stepped into the hustle and bustle of the Liberty's hangar. It was a crash of noise and commotion filled with sparking lights and foul smells as the starfighters were readied for combat. She didn't know what was going on exactly—no one would tell her anything—but she understood that a battle was going to be fought. She'd seen this too many times before, more times than any fourteen year old should have. She made her way uncertainly through the bustling maintenance crews and droids, walking past X-wings, A-wings and Y-wings as their crew's loaded ordnance, checked weapons and fueled the craft.
She was looking for two fighters in particular. She spied one of them easily enough, the Ace in the Hole's distinctive paint job of white with black and red checkering set it apart from the other A-wings in the hangar. Besides it she spied another A-wing being painted gold and white with a red emblem emblazo
Isotherm Containment Breach Chapter: 2Clean SlateIsotherm Containment Breach Chapter: 22 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Melody trudged through the muddy ground towards the facility, her red overcoat at least offering a little warmth against the biting wind. her ginger hair blowing into her face as she walked. she wished she hadn't even come here. it was terrible weather, not rain, but the ground was wet and the wind was cold, she hated cold… she didn't like hot weather either. she didn't like much actually. but one thing she liked was the way the new isotherm facility was made. Melody was genuinely impressed, last time she was here, the place was grossly under guarded, and the door was practically welcoming. However now, the door was flanked by two rather mean looking men and the door itself had been redecorated from its original stainless steel vault door to a new and improved stone entrance decorated by carvings of what appeared to be screaming men and women being enveloped by swirling flames. much better. The two guards both carried long metal scythes in one hand and a some s
Artificial Intelligence Rehabilitation Center The walls are done in pastel shades under armoured ceraplex and the doors are reinforced. Every control mechanism in the place is heavy-duty, pure analogue and made from asteroid-ram grade non-magnetic alloys.Artificial Intelligence Rehabilitation Center2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Even so, some of the doors and many of the walls bore scars. Juliana sighed. It had taken her so long to get the colour schemes implemented. She hoped that her other initiatives were yielding positive results. When she had first arrived here, she had been reminded of ancient photos of Victorian sanatoriums, where confinement took precedence over treatment.
Man had a duty of care for things in his care, and this extended doubly to things created by him. The fact that artificial intelligence had demonstrated a diversity of morality and sanity far beyond human grasp should have been anticipated. It hadn’t, and wardroids turning pacifist were only the first symptoms. The infamous incident at Amanda Sallast’s ill-fated Smart Warship Training School had be
RVA: The Devil is in the..."Salli, I've been thinking about something," Ali said cautiously. "You may have a problem in House Darktail's security."RVA: The Devil is in the...2 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You're our House's security," Salli pointed out to her. "Aren't you confident in your training?"
"No, no, I'm fine," Ali said. "It's just that I was thinking about what you told me concerning the attack Hotlclaw had made upon you and your brother Rolas, with that sniper rifle at Lady Melanie's manor. He said in his testimony that he was aiming at you, right?"
"That's correct. Well he thought he was. I had let Melanie borrow my shawl because of the rain," Salli noted.
"Yes, but how did he know you'd be wearing that particular shawl?" Ali asked. "And how did he know to even be be in the copse near Lovejoy Manor to attack you?"
"Well... I had been visiting there regularly," Salli said slowly.
"Not good enough," Ali said, starting to pace in agitation. "He didn't know you were going to be there that particularly day. And even assuming he'd been camping the