10.29.09
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The soul-searching is over. I have been through all the stages: anger, then denial; from there to doubt; eventually to acceptance, and finally beyond that to conviction. I now know what I must do, and that I must act fast. I set off, stopping only to collect the one weapon I will need on my quest. I pass the fires still burning from last night, the broken glass from shop windows, the assortment of charred items strewn across the pavement. This is not a night to be crossing the city, but cross it I must. I am frightened, but I am also bolstered by determination and the hope of redemption.
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10.23.09
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The Laurentian warrior lords sit around the banquet table, enjoying what has for the past few weeks been a nightly event. The atmosphere is as usual one of unbridled raucousness, and of an uncouthness that only noblemen can manage. The Campagnard Elder is shackled to the wall behind the lord Daubert, the cuts and bruises on the old man’s face a map of his tormentors’ character. He ignores their jeers and keeps his gaze set on a point in the distance; his back is straight, his chin high, his face impassive.
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10.15.09
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Captain Drew boarded the transfer vessel to the Lauk-Parthians’ ship with excitement. He had given up hope of humanity ever making contact with a peaceful extra-colonial race in his lifetime – he had certainly never expected to be the guest of honour at a banquet held by such a people. He nervously patted the front pocket of his dress uniform to check his speech tablet was there; he had practised delivering the speech for so long during the previous evening unit that he didn’t really need the prompt, but he didn’t like to take chances. It was such a momentous event after all – and indeed one that the First Minister of the Colonies herself would be attending instead of him, had she not been 12 parsecs away, orbiting Jupiter on Satellite A. Read the rest of this entry »
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10.08.09
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Gods do not always beget gods. It is rare, but sometimes it happens that the union of two perfectly ordinary gods can result in a mortal child. I fear I might be such a child. I am 14 – not far from 15, in fact – but my back is still bare. A few months ago there was another in my group of peers who had not sprouted yet either, so no one was worried. Late bloomers, they called us. It will come, they said. You will sprout when you least expect it, they promised. But my back is still bare.
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10.02.09
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Rushka, Galactic Overlord of the Kharsh Group, Commander of the Luarrh Nebulae, Honorary High Pontiff of the Moons of Aramis and would-be conqueror of Planet Earth, stood cornered with a small armoury of laser guns pointed at his chest and head. He hadn’t expected this insignificant, isolated planet to produce any resistance worth worrying about. Earth’s technology was inferior – humans had not even managed to get as far as the edge of their own solar system, for Marrh’s sake! He observed his nemeses in disbelief: not an army, not a battalion, not even a platoon. Two Earthlings – two!
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