Kenneth F. Guerin @ Mill #6

The past fortnight had been murder. Something had to give and give soon. The situation on Proteus-VI was next to hopeless. Over 85% of the planet’s surface lay under the…

Time meant nothing. She did not sleep. Her mind was always alive, always on. She was on her knees, hunched over in a fetal ball, naked. There was no gravity,…

CJ burst into Ebony’s room ready for bear. The door crashed against the side wall. Lucretia, cocooned in a healing quilt, with her hands and face wrapped in gauze, nearly…

Mirage walked down the hall toward the ‘Scapers quarters. As he did so, he saw Feld, with one hand holding his side, leaning against the doorjamb of the recovery room.…

Budo smiled, a rare event. Self-satisfied, she initiated the download of the information she found from the subspace fabric directly into her memories. She then looked over at Mirage to…

They were always at their most vulnerable during atmospheric entry. The plasma that blanketed their assault transport wreaked havoc with communications and rendered them blind to any terrestrial threats. In…

The intel gathering hut connected to the main building of the bar by a subterranean tunnel. It was a fairly long walk and a solitary one, reeking of dampness and…

Lucretia stood impatiently as CJ reorganized her area of the exercise and training room. More mats were placed on the floor, enlarging the area, and the heavy bags were removed.…

“You wanted to talk to me? What about?” The challenge dripped from her voice. Kat looked ruefully at an openly annoyed Cel. They were standing in a rocky hollow behind…

Sondra spun violently in her seat to face Lucretia. “You…. I… we trusted you!” Lucretia turned to her and calmly replied, “And, somehow, you survived, which would not have happened…