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Minutes minutia

Mike laughed until he saw the length of the minutes the sighed and got down to work.  “This gonna take a bit.” Free looked over and asked . . . “how is that stuff on stations coming?” “My Onc used … Continue reading

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Our house

  “So what can you tell me about citadels?”  She asked. Mike smiled at Free and bit back his greeting, seeing that she was all business like.  “Precious little I am afraid.  Being with Scope does not allow for me … Continue reading

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Practice and Training

“Encore . . . point!  encore, encore, center yourself mes petits.  Always keep your centre.”  Tanta watched the students with a critical eye as they continued to do the same steps over and over and over. — The knife flew … Continue reading

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Terror

“See, I always thought the point of terrorism was to cause fear, to sway minds or drive an enemy into a corner.  Ting is, I seldom see that it works.”  Mike scooped some of the contents of the skillet onto … Continue reading

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Thoughtless

Free smiled as the ‘Great Artist’ continued to work on the starscape of movement.  She understood it now.  A hand gesture spun little comets spinning into a nebula, his finger flicked to impart a spin upon them so they trailed … Continue reading

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Copyist

Free watched as the girl studied a recording and then tried to emulate what Boro had done,  dragging her hand through the simicrum of the solar system and trailing light. Muddy waves of red spun from one side of her … Continue reading

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Disconnect

“The thing is,”  he said, leaning back and staring up at the window and out along the arm of the station.  “Thing is that pilots always have both a disconnect from their ships and an unusual attachment to them.  It … Continue reading

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Infiltration preparation

“You remember what I told ya.”  She reached up and touched Frees hair, brushing a strand back into place. “Oui, Tanta, I remember.”  Free nodded and then smiled.  “Now I am doing it, the repeating myself.  The story is solid, … Continue reading

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Tantas Kitchen, tullderr

Fair warning, this is a summary of the third day of the CSM summer summit, you would be far better off reading the real minutes as this is in character and mainly written because I said I would.  But the … Continue reading

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Questions of media

“Now the first ting ya gots ta do is decide the question they is trying to answer.”  Tanta was sitting with Free as an old comm cycled through various news feeds.  “Each media type pretty much falls into a few … Continue reading

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