Woozamagoo
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Sea Haven His moss itched with intensity, but it couldn’t distract Felrak from the waves. One by one they crashed, softly down below the cliff edge, onto a beach littered with pebbles and translucent crystals that from a distance reminded him of…
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From the Jaws of Fek’lhr They called them Birds of Prey, but they appeared more like vultures as they circled their quarry. Plasma billowed, venting green from the USS Tulwar’s dorsal reactor housing. The vessel crawled at fractional impulse, eve…
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Their targets fixed, three abreast they swooped past star systems. Anomalies, phenomena, the knowledge and teachings of the universe were of no interest; all distractions, unwelcome and cast aside like congealed gristle from a slaughter blade. For a…
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Tailed Sreyler Theb had the jitters. It wasn’t just that fact that the Ahwahnee was hurtling, in convoy at warp 8, into space infested with merciless rogue Klingons. It also had something to do with the fact that, from what she’d seen, she was t…
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Honour Among Targ Vay! Chon nItebHa' Gre'thorVay! cholwI'ngup Daq Sto’vo-korQaw'puj'poH ngup Il HoSQIv Qop’SuvwI MeQ D'Ghor porgh! Blackened grime lay languid, smeared in a greasy sheen across the green tinged alloy. Clanking machinery and the h…
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Tursk splashed his face with water from the small basin in the First Officer’s quarters. His wide, paw-like hands dragged over his wrinkled skin as he rubbed his eyes. He looked into the mirror, observing the creased corners of his eyes. Dark patche…
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The USS Ahwahnee tore through subspace. Deuterium and antideuterium writhed and pulsed through its dilithium crystal matrix. As they met, their annihilation into a stream of pure electro-plasma was enough to change the very geometry of spacetime its…
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On the Move The Eternity Hall was vast. Archways, carved from a material unrecognisable to Felrak, sprung up from the ground. A semi-circular series of steps climbed to form an amphitheatre facing the speakers’ platform. …
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The moss on Felrak’s hand itched. He’d noticed it more often in recent days. He mostly tried to ignore it, but tonight he couldn’t. Tonight was one of those nights that marked the flow of time and the turning of the stars. He…