Bullets hammered into the wall an inch from Perri's head as she squatted behind the sheetrock wall. The chemical slug thrower in her hands felt reassuringly heavy, a reminder that she wasn't just a spectator in the fight. Waiting for a lull in the stoccato bursts coming from the enemy bunker she threw herself to the right, aiming and firing twice before her shoulder hit the floor. Inside the bunker the two enemy soldiers fell backwards missing the important parts of their brain; Billy would have been impressed by the shots.
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Tags: fiction, rpg, special circumstances
Posted From: Home
Mood: relaxed
Listening To: Genesis - The Way We Walk (Live)

Let's assume for a moment that the human race isn't the only 'intelligent' species currently in existence within the volume we know as the Milky Way. If that's true, then it stands to reason there are other races, other species out there that are at least as 'intelligent' as we are. If we further assume that we (the human race) are a relatively young race then it stands to reason that there's at least one civilisation out there far more advanced then us, with technology even sci-fi writers would have trouble imagining.
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Tags: rants
Posted From: Home
Mood: pissed off
Listening To: Tool

Dust drifted down from the ceiling as Sam Finn crept through the shadows towards his target. He'd managed to get within fifteen yards of the sentry before disaster struck; a stray can clattered across the floor as he brought his foot forward, alerting his prey to his presence. Time stood still as both men went for their guns.
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Tags: bloopers, humour, rpg, serenity
Posted From: Home
Mood: mellow
Listening To: Gary Numan

It was the largest fleet that had ever been assembled. Almost every species of the eight hundred and sixteen member worlds of the mighty Varjian Empire was represented by the twenty thousand ships that clustered together in the dying light from an aging sun. To Grand Admiral Hibeous Fark it was a sight she would remember to her final breath.
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Tags: fiction, humour, original, space opera
Posted From: Home
Mood: blah
Listening To: Incubus

He followed the same path he'd always walked down the ancient corridor, his feet finding the same old footprints in the years of dust that caked everything, his journey lit by the feeble glow of an old field lantern. The sparse illumination revealed the faces of the ghosts that lined the long corridor one by one, painting after painting of long dead kings and rulers from a time and a place most people had forgotten. He'd passed this way so many times now that he knew all of their faces by heart and hated them all for their unchanging, unaging stoicism. Where were they now, these monarchs of a bygone day? Dust, like the carpet he walked upon.
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Tags: fiction, rpg, serenity
Posted From: Home
Mood: drunk
Listening To: Incubus

In a slight deviation from my usual policy of fiction only on here I thought I'd explain a little about where most of these shorts are coming from.
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Tags: backstory, rpg, serenity
Posted From: Home
Mood: creative
Listening To: Indiana Jones OSTs

Referential Acquiflane {Sol IIIa, OpRec-class Drone out of Five Points To Leeward} scanned the sky around him for the millionth time since leaving Sol local space and sighed. Despite the data he was getting from his visual receptors his sensors were still telling him that beyond the hull of the tiny ship he was anchored to there was nothing. Not the tangible, one-part-per-million kind of nothing that you get in the dark depths between star systems but a complete, total and absolute lack of anything type of nothing. Not even the slightest hint of a post-Big Bang particle anywhere. On reflection that emptiness should have bothered him but his patron had already told him what to expect so he just filed it away under 'Interesting' and went back to listening to the sounds coming from inside the primitive vessel.
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Tags: fiction, rpg, serenity
Posted From: Home
Mood: mischievous
Listening To: Gwyneth Herbert

"There's a storm approaching..."

She sat upright with a start, cold sweat soaking both her body and the bedsheets wrapped around her equally. She could barely remember the nightmare that had woken her, just a vague memory of the words echoing in her ears as she waited for her heart to steady itself. Nearby Anna moved slightly, disturbed by her lover's sudden movement but not quite awake, and as she settled back into her dream a small moan somewhere between pleasure and fear escaped from her lips. Turning her head slightly Bobbie focused her new-found sight on the woman's sleeping form, reaching out with her thoughts to comfort Anna, the gentlest of touches to banish the nightmare before it started. In a few seconds Anna's breathing had once again returned to the steady rise and fall of deep sleep, and Bobbie smiled. "I love you," she whispered into the darkness.
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Tags: fiction, rpg, serenity
Posted From: Home
Mood: pensive
Listening To: Ozzy Osbourne

Santo - Twelve Years Ago
"We need you to do a job for us."

Resting his cheek against the cold steel of the rifle Corporal Sam Finn could still hear the recruiting officer's voice in his head, a firm, confident voice that suggested the Independents were actually winning the war. Back on Lilac it was easy to believe that kind of propoganda, the heartfelt rhetoric of the men who'd fought against the Alliance and lived to tell the tale.
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Tags: fiction, rpg, serenity
Mood: mischievous
Listening To: Serenity OST

Whittier - Georgia System
A light breeze drifted in from the sea, bringing the smell of sun-baked sand to Bobbie's nostrils. She could hear the surf rolling across the shore, gentle waves hissing back and forth a few yards away from where she lay. Life, she decided, didn't get much better than this.
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Tags: fiction, rpg, serenity
Posted From: Home
Mood: horny
Listening To: Nine Inch Nails