Saturday, July 28, 2012


“Wait, really? You agree with me on that?” Alex nearly dropped the empty hypo cartridges he had been collecting. He had been channeling quite a bit of anger a few moments ago and swearing just didn’t seem like Eleya’s thing. For that matter, he wasn’t even aware that there were swear words in his translator.

Sunday, July 22, 2012


Alex paced back and forth across the confines of the elevator, the cane he had appropriated clicking in time with his steps. Things had gone as well as could be expected since the fight. The two that had attacked him were being taken to sickbay, the two that had stayed with his father-in-law’s zeshen were heading to the brig and dear old “dad” was flanked by soldiers in the back of the lift.

Thursday, July 12, 2012


“Okay. Oh-kay. Gonna keep on living.” Alex’s heart pounded in his chest, lungs burning, icy dread clutching at his mind as each breath felt like it wasn’t bringing in enough air. He rested against the wall of the shuttle bay, panting and dripping sweat onto the deck. He slid to the ground, arms propped up on his knees. The doctor who installed his translator had been right about exercise being more difficult with implants crowding his organs.

Thursday, July 5, 2012


“You were pretty quiet in there.” Alex hooked his arm into Carbon’s and pulled her along down the hallway away from the labs. There had been a few tables askew and a bent stool that matched a dented locker in the main lab on the way out, but he wouldn’t mention them directly. “Sort of.”