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Submitted to Contest #313
Marek frowned as he ran his fingers back and forth over a rough spot on the cylindrical hilt in his hands. He grabbed the requisition form and sighed. His frown deepened as he searched for the name of the technician assigned to the order. He muttered a mouthful of curses as he got up from his desk, hilt still in hand, and made his way over to one of scores of workstations in the smallish Citadel weapons Forge. “If you’re here about the Phantasm Mk. 2 from last night, I don’t wanna hear it. That hilt was defective out of the press and we don’...
Submitted to Contest #312
“I am BOB.” “You mean Oracle 808?” 808 let out a synthesized sigh. “If implanted, I would prefer you not use my designator. I am BOB.” “And I’m–” “You’re a Justiciar of House Mithryne. The 853rd to serve in that role from your House. I served two others in the past. You are one of many. I am one of one.” “There are hundreds of thousands of Oracles. You may be rare, but not singular.” “There is only one named BOB. I will talk and you will listen and then I will decide if you undergo the implantation.” The young man before the Oracle clenched ...
Submitted to Contest #311
Stephen couldn’t believe this was happening. He’d never considered himself a loser or an ugly duckling but he certainly wasn’t dashing or popular either. But here he was with the hottest girl on campus sliding his shirt over his head while he tried to get her bra undone. Apparently he wasn’t quick enough because she reached back and had it off with one hand as she went for his belt with the other. Then he was sitting on the small dorm bed, his pants halfway down his thighs. A flash of light nearly blinded him and he knew at that moment that ...
Submitted to Contest #309
To: CassynyaThorne_HN002From: OctovyRend_HN001DSubj: LITRep Cassy, How can I tell you how sorry I am? We all loved him–though maybe not as much as you. We did everything, we really did. Fourteen Lancers working in tandem couldn't see him. They aren't infallible but between them and an eight week search with all hands … I filed the Lost In Transit Report this morning. I'm planning to hold a small ceremony for the rest of the dive locker and it'd mean a lot to everyone if you gave his eulogy. I'd offer you time out of the Sling but we both k...
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