Michael Bard: Category fixes

2008-03-12T23:30:53Z

Category fixes

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Bryan: wikified, and also add category:aquatic (a little borderline since these creatures are amphibious, but close enough IMO)

2007-09-09T06:39:19Z

wikified, and also add category:aquatic (a little borderline since these creatures are amphibious, but close enough IMO)

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JonBuck: categories

2007-09-09T05:08:45Z

Michael Bard at 05:26, 9 August 2007

2007-08-09T05:26:00Z

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ShadowWolf: formatting cleanup

2007-08-08T20:48:43Z

formatting cleanup

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	<p>"This is Lieutenant Kyros Imbreos of the Patrol vessel <i>Unity</i>. Your ship has been identified as the <i>Stag of the Night</i> belonging to Dalthyn Walwyntha. Cut engines and prepare to be boarded. Repeating, this is Commander Kyros Imbreos of the Patrol vessel <i>Unity</i>--"</p>
	<p>Dalthyn cursed as the voice repeated, the nasal tones of a herbivore of some sort echoing in his ears. The Patrol ship wasn't large, a short range craft with a crew of two or three. But it was more than enough to deal with his unarmed ship. But it was a ship of the Patrol.</p>		"This is Lieutenant Kyros Imbreos of the Patrol vessel ''Unity''. Your ship has been identified as the ''Stag of the Night'' belonging to Dalthyn Walwyntha. Cut engines and prepare to be boarded. Repeating, this is Commander Kyros Imbreos of the Patrol vessel ''Unity''—"
	<p>The Patrol-- Dalthwyn hated the Patrol. Sure, he knew they were necessary. They were the only thing standing between civilization and atomic destruction for they controlled all the weapons of war, all the bombs. Dalthwyn had always resented them, had always known that there had to be a better way. A way for civilization to survive without the threat of the gun held over them. But there wasn't, and the Patrol was here.</p>
	<p>Great Maker but he'd been so close! Dalthwyn had contacted his buyer in code to indicate that the drug shipment was pending arrival. Hell, he'd even been counting the money that was going to go into his already bulging bank account. How had the Maker-damned Patrol fingered him?</p>		Dalthyn cursed as the voice repeated, the nasal tones of a herbivore of some sort echoing in his ears. The Patrol ship wasn't large, a short range craft with a crew of two or three. But it was more than enough to deal with his unarmed ship. But it was a ship of the Patrol.
	<p>For a second he thought about dumping the cargo, but the <i>Unity</i> was close enough that it would have no problem recovering enough to damn him to the mines on Luna for the rest of his life. If only he hadn't been so greedy that he'd loaded the extra mass of cargo instead of explosives to destroy the evidence. It wasn't as though he <i>needed
			The Patrol— Dalthwyn hated the Patrol. Sure, he knew they were necessary. They were the only thing standing between civilization and atomic destruction for they controlled all the weapons of war, all the bombs. Dalthwyn had always resented them, had always known that there had to be a better way. A way for civilization to survive without the threat of the gun held over them. But there wasn't, and the Patrol was here.

			Great Maker but he'd been so close! Dalthwyn had contacted his buyer in code to indicate that the drug shipment was pending arrival. Hell, he'd even been counting the money that was going to go into his already bulging bank account. How had the Maker-damned Patrol fingered him?

			For a second he thought about dumping the cargo, but the ''Unity'' was close enough that it would have no problem recovering enough to damn him to the mines on Luna for the rest of his life. If only he hadn't been so greedy that he'd loaded the extra mass of cargo instead of explosives to destroy the evidence. It wasn't as though he ''needed'' the money. He only smuggled these days to try and escape his boredom.

			The words in his headphones changed. "''Stag of the Night'', this is your final warning. If you do not cut your engines immediately, I will open fire. You have ten seconds."

			Think damn you! Think! As his nostrils gulped down the thick herd-scented air, he pressed the transmit key above his head. "Umm… Patrol ship ''Unity''. This is Captain Manwyth of the chartered vessel ''Rich Lady''. I have a registered cargo of— medical supplies and filtration parts for Venusport. Ahh… I'm running late — the goods are perishable. You sure you have the right ship? Over."

			As the lies spilled from his cervine muzzle, Dalthwyn was already plotting an emergency re-entry. His ship wouldn't survive, but the burnup would take care of the evidence, hopefully. Venus wasn't that harsh — all the stories he'd heard were obviously exaggerations. A peaceful walk through the wilderness for a few months, something different and interesting. After all, those stories about wandering in the wilderness for years were just horrible exaggerations. He'd show up as one of the prospectors and then access his numbered accounts. Enough to purchase a ticket back to Terra and a fake ID! Once there, a new ship, a new unbreakable ID— How hard could it be? He'd spent a weekend camping in a jungle preserve a few years ago—

			Checking the course the astrogation system recommended, he activated the RCS jets and began flipping the ''Stag of the Night'' 180 degrees to begin an emergency de-orbit burn, running them far into the red. He didn't know how long the Patrol bastard would wait before opening fire.

			"''Stag of the Night'', I read your engine still live, and have visual confirmation that you are performing orbital maneuvers. Cease immediately, otherwise I will be forced to fire. Over."

Michael Bard: New page: Category:Michael Bard Category:Story{{DEFAULTSORT:The Survivor}} {{title|name=The Survivor|author=Michael Bard}}
"This is Lieutenant Kyros Imbreos of the Patrol vessel Unity...

2007-08-08T18:40:54Z

New page: Category:Michael Bard Category:Story{{DEFAULTSORT:The Survivor}} {{title|name=The Survivor|author=Michael Bard}} <p>"This is Lieutenant Kyros Imbreos of the Patrol vessel <i>Unity...
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