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Ladies Who Launch
Posted by Arconus Arkright on October 5, 2016 at 8:56pm ...1 replies


When I tele-transported into the master bedroom of my orbiting satellite home after a lengthy absence, it wasn't a celebratory musical fanfare that greeted my return, but rather the irritatingly harsh howl of the space vessel’s emergency claxon telling me the place was about to explode. 

22,300 miles above New Babbage, there was quite plainly something very, very wrong with the...

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The Consuls of the Dunsany
Posted by Emerson Lighthouse on October 2, 2016 at 7:36am ...7 replies

Leviticus had a sharp mind, though it was a mind guided by a cruel temperament dating back to his school days when he'd been studying to be a cleric with the Church of the Builder. But that had been another time and another life, a life he had lived before the great fire, before Father's gift. He turned to his friend, the former urchin-bully, Mortimer McNettle, and said with a wicked grin, "The usurper-brat relents, soon the entire city...

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Melt down
Posted by Professor N. Quinn on October 1, 2016 at 10:35pm

The back of Doctor Falcon’s neck errupted outwards during her brief final fight with the cloud angel.  Quinn couldn’t help but admire the horrific damage that had been her deathstroke. The Professor examined the hole in her back with awe despite sweating profussely in this sweltering forge.  He dwelled instead on the power that was contained in a form smaller than his own.  A child shredded, melted, and exposed the metal...

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The Lullaby
Posted by Itsy Drider on September 29, 2016 at 10:09pm ...1 replies

Waves buffeted the island rocks, sending sea spray into the air beside Aquila III.  The spray landed on beaches where it kept vegetation from growing, but further inland trees flourished from years of human absence.  From his vantage point high atop the station, Dr. Westbridge could see the entire expanse, including an area of foliage covered in...

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Turbulent schedules
Posted by Professor N. Quinn on September 29, 2016 at 7:13pm ...1 replies

The clitter clatter of tiny clockwork feet resounded in the wake of the Professor as he bulleted through the morning checklists.  Ensuring the energy output and input from the creature was always the first priority, but as usual it was content and the electricity flowed to the city without flaw.  

 He then checked the consoles and mechanisms for tampering, ensured the wires were...

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Anomalies in the Fells
Posted by Professor N. Quinn on September 28, 2016 at 9:49am

Dr. Falcon’s remains were scheduled for destruction Sunday afternoon, and as expected no one was pleased with this development.  Unit 6 had been resigned and accepted his own fate, but went rogue discovering the intent for Dr. Falcon.  He’d stolen pieces of his friend and hidden them carefully through the facility while searching for more signs of the apparition.  

 The old...