Heal, or, a tale of family, hope and forgiveness by thefirstfleet, literature
Literature
Heal, or, a tale of family, hope and forgiveness
HEAL
or
A TALE OF FAMILY, HOPE AND FORGIVENESS
Many say space captures the imagination of all children. The endlessness with its strange beauties, all possibilities of excitement and that sheer grandeur is something no kid could resist. Well, it is true, after a certain age. When you’re just eight months old, some colorful lights on a starship’s instrument panel are definitely much more interesting than all that boring blackness with the tiny white dots outside.
Miluvia Izlengil, at this tender age, was wide-eyeing all the blinking wonders, her tiny hands reaching out to touch them (and, most probably, put them in her mouth), her movements obnoxiously restricted by the baby seat her parents affixed to the unused auxiliary console’s chair on their old jalopy’s command section. It’s not like the baby seat wasn’t comfortable, after all, it was padded and warm and, most importantly, it was a pretty shade of purple, only a few shades lighter than the color of her eyes. That didn’t
Stir-fry and other kinds of soul food by thefirstfleet, literature
Literature
Stir-fry and other kinds of soul food
STIR-FRY AND OTHER KINDS OF SOUL FOOD
OR
A CODA
Being born a Vulcan meant one had elevated senses compared to most other species in the Galaxy. Better sight, hearing, sense of smell and taste, oh, the taste. She found the taste more than agreeable, and wording like that was strong for a Vulcan. Not that she was your typical Vulcan, and not just for her golden-yellow Starfleet uniform. She was taking in the bowl of soup in front of her with all her being. The clean broth, how it reflected the ceiling lights, dim at such a late hour. The warm, earthy smell, with herbs alien to her world, but most definitely not alien to her person. And the taste, oh, the taste: a rich, savory one, a perfect balance of vegetables, and just the right amount of spices. Each spoonful felt like being home, with her family, her adoptive parents and her mentor. She knew well that it was un-Vulcan to experience such a rush of thoughts, no, emotions, from something as simple as one’s daily nourishment, but
Heal, or, a tale of family, hope and forgiveness by thefirstfleet, literature
Literature
Heal, or, a tale of family, hope and forgiveness
HEAL
or
A TALE OF FAMILY, HOPE AND FORGIVENESS
Many say space captures the imagination of all children. The endlessness with its strange beauties, all possibilities of excitement and that sheer grandeur is something no kid could resist. Well, it is true, after a certain age. When you’re just eight months old, some colorful lights on a starship’s instrument panel are definitely much more interesting than all that boring blackness with the tiny white dots outside.
Miluvia Izlengil, at this tender age, was wide-eyeing all the blinking wonders, her tiny hands reaching out to touch them (and, most probably, put them in her mouth), her movements obnoxiously restricted by the baby seat her parents affixed to the unused auxiliary console’s chair on their old jalopy’s command section. It’s not like the baby seat wasn’t comfortable, after all, it was padded and warm and, most importantly, it was a pretty shade of purple, only a few shades lighter than the color of her eyes. That didn’t
Stir-fry and other kinds of soul food by thefirstfleet, literature
Literature
Stir-fry and other kinds of soul food
STIR-FRY AND OTHER KINDS OF SOUL FOOD
OR
A CODA
Being born a Vulcan meant one had elevated senses compared to most other species in the Galaxy. Better sight, hearing, sense of smell and taste, oh, the taste. She found the taste more than agreeable, and wording like that was strong for a Vulcan. Not that she was your typical Vulcan, and not just for her golden-yellow Starfleet uniform. She was taking in the bowl of soup in front of her with all her being. The clean broth, how it reflected the ceiling lights, dim at such a late hour. The warm, earthy smell, with herbs alien to her world, but most definitely not alien to her person. And the taste, oh, the taste: a rich, savory one, a perfect balance of vegetables, and just the right amount of spices. Each spoonful felt like being home, with her family, her adoptive parents and her mentor. She knew well that it was un-Vulcan to experience such a rush of thoughts, no, emotions, from something as simple as one’s daily nourishment, but
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After a really long delay, I finally had the time to put together my latest models. From TNG to SNW and PIC, old and new designs, including two incarnations of the Starship Enterprise!
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The long-delayed model release spree is finally here. Sorry for the long wait, people, things aren't moving as fast as they did a couple of years ago. This release has a bit of old, a bit of new, and some obscure designs that I hope will satisfy your rendering needs.
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Have fun, my friends!
As it is customary, I'm releasing my newest models for the holiday season. Some of new designs, some classics, all of them ready to boldly go!
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I wish you all beautiful holidays and a prosperous New Year!