Book 2

A 6-post collection

And there was how two life signs could fit in a one-life-sign-sized pod. They were both children. One was unconscious and showing signs of...

And there was how two life signs could fit in a one-life-sign-sized pod. They were both children. One was unconscious and showing signs of early bruising. The other was cyanotic, bald, and visibly afraid.

Small wonder. The forensic emergency team was clad head to toe in iso-suits. Top market gear and even spaceworthy in a pinch. For short distances without micrometeors, of course. And since the kids both wore some kind of grubby, elongated singlet thing, they might well reason they were at the mercy of monsters.

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Damn Dame Nature, and Cursed Kismet. Always ready with the sucker-punch. “Two lifesigns in a small vessel with no fuel, limited air,...

Damn Dame Nature, and Cursed Kismet. Always ready with the sucker-punch.

“Two lifesigns in a small vessel with no fuel, limited air, and at least one dying passenger. Initiate Protocol SNAFU.”

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“What do you mean, gone?” “Gone, your majesty. Departed, left, vanished. Absent without leave. Decamped, displaced,...

“What do you mean, gone?”

“Gone, your majesty. Departed, left, vanished. Absent without leave. Decamped, displaced, disappeared… they’re simply not there.”

The Majestrix, long may she reign, glared at him as if she wished she could both freeze him and burn him simultaneously. “I am aware of the definition,” she said in tones so cold that they had to be measured in degrees best suited for hard vacuum.

I think it’s

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Wapun used the boost of post-acceleration forward momentum to race up the rest of the hallway and catch the nearest Vertical Transit to the...

Wapun used the boost of post-acceleration forward momentum to race up the rest of the hallway and catch the nearest Vertical Transit to the bridge.

From there, it was just a question of appearing neater and meaner than anyone else on the bridge.

“Far scanners, report,” she demanded, entering her command chair from the side opposite the ensign whose sole duty was freshening the Captain’s Cup.

It was magical thinking, and Wapun hated it on bad days. But,

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