Avatar Author: HSAR Master of the Armory and Chief Nibmaker of Our Strange and Wonderful House. It's a pleasure to meet you. Like many others in this community, I have no qualifications for writing except a head full of ideas and a passio... Read Bio

The central hall was packed. The officers were in attendance, but judging from the uniforms present in the audience, it looked as though most of the crew had also somehow made their way here as well.

I coughed, eager to satisfy the crew’s curiosity and let them get back to their jobs. There was little to no response from the crowd. Slightly exasperated but not surprised, I drew my tablet and waved my hand across it; the overseer recognised a pre-agreed gesture and instantly stopped all shipboard processes. The entire ship fell into silence and I dimmed the lights simultaneously. Suddenly and forcefully reminded of how much I hated public speaking, I swore inwardly.

If only this was as easy as cartography, I wished. At least I know where I stand with the symbols.
But it wasn’t, so I gestured to the holographic projector to begin the show.

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  1. Avatar HSAR

    If you haven’t, do begin the story here: http://ficly.com/stories/16559

  2. Avatar Jim Stitzel

    Nice setup. I can work with this. New sequel will appear tomorrow (after I’ve had some sleep). :)

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