Stories tagged “Quater Master Miles”
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On Patrol: Threatening Behavior
“Captain?” I asked again. I grunted as a thick finger stabbed me in the chest. “You’ve got some explaining to do.” Firus said. Red blotching gave his bearded face a vaguely demonic look in the fuzzy lighting of the armory&...
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On Patrol: Divergence, Convergence
“I stopped talking to him when he starting toting the value of his ‘time-compass’. Worthless junk if you ask me, and I almost lost his friendship telling him so. Now what’s this claptrap about him sending you to watch my back?&#...
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On Patrol: Weathering the First Storm
“Well that explains a lot.” Firus mused. “I wondered why you were staying so close to me. I thought you were afraid.” “I am afraid.” I said, pacing back and forth in the cramped quarters of the armory. “I’...
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On Patrol: Three Messages
Neither rough weather nor problems with the crew marred the next leg of our journey and the days and nights passed without event. Despite the ease of passage, there was no time to loaf. The smaller crew and personal modifications meant more awareness a...
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On Patrol: The Weight of Responsibility
As the sun set far in the distance, the sky was filled with a myriad of colors- blushing, rose colored clouds where the last rays still caressed them, the pale blue of twilight that separated the day and the night, and the stars that were just waking u...