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Robotech Master: Typo fix!

2018-07-08T18:04:15Z

Typo fix!

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	With Wilson holding the cyborg bear’s non-existent mouth shut, Ryan stepped backwards into the fixer pak mounted on the skimmer wall. Latches engaged, adding an additional layer of physical armor. It also contained extra power packs and numerous tools for fixing RIDEs and other mecha in the field. Ryan didn’t speak until he was finished hooking up, then spoke in Kaylee’s purring voice. “Equipment checks out, officers. I’m ready to go.”		With Wilson holding the cyborg bear’s non-existent mouth shut, Ryan stepped backwards into the fixer pak mounted on the skimmer wall. Latches engaged, adding an additional layer of physical armor. It also contained extra power packs and numerous tools for fixing RIDEs and other mecha in the field. Ryan didn’t speak until he was finished hooking up, then spoke in Kaylee’s purring voice. “Equipment checks out, officers. I’m ready to go.”

	“Fuckin’ faux crossrider,” ~~Bruke~~ said. “Just go active and embrace the boobs. We need every advantage here.”		“Fuckin’ faux crossrider,” Burke said. “Just go active and embrace the boobs. We need every advantage here.”

	“My contract doesn’t include my manhood, thank you,” Ryan snarked. Kaylee’s naturally-friendly voice made it hard to sound menacing.		“My contract doesn’t include my manhood, thank you,” Ryan snarked. Kaylee’s naturally-friendly voice made it hard to sound menacing.

Robotech Master: Renaming gryphon to Paulie, so as not to conflict with Paul.

2014-06-19T09:27:15Z

Renaming gryphon to Paulie, so as not to conflict with Paul.

Robotech Master: /* Epilogue */ typo fix

2014-05-20T23:43:31Z

Epilogue: typo fix

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	The two humans and their RIDE partners sat talking long past the actual landing, rekindling a friendship that had almost gone sour. Rhianna thought fondly of those months aboard the ''Spruce Goose'', ready to do it all again.		The two humans and their RIDE partners sat talking long past the actual landing, rekindling a friendship that had almost gone sour. Rhianna thought fondly of those months aboard the ''Spruce Goose'', ready to do it all again.

	{{separator\|k'''THE END'''}}		{{separator\|k\|'''THE END'''}}

	=Author’s Notes=		=Author’s Notes=

Robotech Master: link addition

2014-05-20T23:41:23Z

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	Normally I don’t even look at something more than a couple years old, but this setting demanded I go back and look at this story again. The genesis of this idea came at the end of a huge crisis of confidence I had in my writing methods. Before FreeRIDErs, I never wrote with any kind of plan. It showed in my other work. The plot would start meandering on me, unfocused, then the story dead-ends. I had too much unfinished work. So, for about 18 months I stressed over how I created stories.		Normally I don’t even look at something more than a couple years old, but this setting demanded I go back and look at this story again. The genesis of this idea came at the end of a huge crisis of confidence I had in my writing methods. Before FreeRIDErs, I never wrote with any kind of plan. It showed in my other work. The plot would start meandering on me, unfocused, then the story dead-ends. I had too much unfinished work. So, for about 18 months I stressed over how I created stories.

	There were several things I wanted out of this setting. 1) I wanted something science fiction rather than fantasy. 2) I wanted tg and furry TF. 3) I wanted an anime style. 1 and 3 put limits on how I could accomplish 2. I settled on nanotechnology and metamaterials as the Applied Phlebotinum.		There were several things I wanted out of this setting. 1) I wanted something science fiction rather than fantasy. 2) I wanted tg and furry TF. 3) I wanted an anime style. 1 and 3 put limits on how I could accomplish 2. I settled on nanotechnology and metamaterials as the [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AppliedPhlebotinum Applied Phlebotinum].

	Inevitably I got blocked, so I shared the idea with R_M. He wrote “Deserted” and “Merging Traffic” in the time it took me to finish this one. R_M had expressed that, after writing in Paradise, that he would like to try a cooperative project. I’d enjoyed his Paradise stories, especially the soft canon “Paradise Forever”.		Inevitably I got blocked, so I shared the idea with R_M. He wrote “Deserted” and “Merging Traffic” in the time it took me to finish this one. R_M had expressed that, after writing in Paradise, that he would like to try a cooperative project. I’d enjoyed his Paradise stories, especially the soft canon “Paradise Forever”.

Robotech Master: Posting the new FreeRIDErs Director's Cut version. The original is preserved at its original location.

2014-05-20T23:20:09Z

Posting the new FreeRIDErs Director's Cut version. The original is preserved at its original location.

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	{{separator\|k\|''June 21, 156 A.L. (After Landing)''}}		{{separator\|k\|''June 21, 156 A.L. (After Landing)''}}

	There were no eyes in the trackless desert to look up and see the twenty-meter-long skimmer speeding a few dozen meters overhead. The airborne vehicle was part cargo craft and part tow truck. Stubby wings extended from the sides, the blue gravitic thrust from its dual impellers almost lost against the turquoise sky. An envelope of manipulated gravity kept it from falling as a shaped, transparent forcefield swept the air aside in front. On the nose was a logo: ''~~Freerider~~ Garage''.		There were no eyes in the trackless desert to look up and see the twenty-meter-long skimmer speeding a few dozen meters overhead. The airborne vehicle was part cargo craft and part tow truck. Stubby wings extended from the sides, the blue gravitic thrust from its dual impellers almost lost against the turquoise sky. An envelope of manipulated gravity kept it from falling as a shaped, transparent forcefield swept the air aside in front. On the nose was a logo: ''Freeriders Garage''.

	No complex life existed in the Dry Ocean; a drought of many millions of years had squeezed every last drop of water from above and beneath its cracked hardpan surface. No eyes except for electronic ones looked down. Inside the skimmer, its occupants faced one another instead of the world outside.		No complex life existed in the Dry Ocean; a drought of many millions of years had squeezed every last drop of water from above and beneath its cracked hardpan surface. No eyes except for electronic ones looked down. Inside the skimmer, its occupants faced one another instead of the world outside.
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	“Invited yourself in again, Fritz?” Col. Gray deadpanned. “It would be nice if you decided to ''knock'' for a change. But I suppose we should have expected this, given where our newest Council member came from.” He shot an old-fashioned look at Brena, who at least had the good grace to look embarrassed.		“Invited yourself in again, Fritz?” Col. Gray deadpanned. “It would be nice if you decided to ''knock'' for a change. But I suppose we should have expected this, given where our newest Council member came from.” He shot an old-fashioned look at Brena, who at least had the good grace to look embarrassed.

	The catman waved a hand airily at the humans and RIDEs. ~~“Paul~~, Eddie, what am I going to ''do'' with you cats? You ''know'' mixing with the Neanderthals and the Cro-Magnons is verboten.” He took a drag from the cigarette and blew a smoke ring at the griffin. It smelled of cloves. “Put them back in their little toy boat and send them on their way. Or better yet, maybe you should just make them ''permanently'' welcome, if you’re tuned in to my wavelength.”		The catman waved a hand airily at the humans and RIDEs. “Paulie, Eddie, what am I going to ''do'' with you cats? You ''know'' mixing with the Neanderthals and the Cro-Magnons is verboten.” He took a drag from the cigarette and blew a smoke ring at the griffin. It smelled of cloves. “Put them back in their little toy boat and send them on their way. Or better yet, maybe you should just make them ''permanently'' welcome, if you’re tuned in to my wavelength.”

	“If you’re trying to scare me, you has-been, it’s not working,” ~~Paul~~ said, spreading his wings a little. “We will handle this as ''we'' see fit. If you want to make snide comments, fine. But Brena here is outvoted and she ''will'' abide by the decision the majority makes. And so will you.”		“If you’re trying to scare me, you has-been, it’s not working,” Paulie said, spreading his wings a little. “We will handle this as ''we'' see fit. If you want to make snide comments, fine. But Brena here is outvoted and she ''will'' abide by the decision the majority makes. And so will you.”

	Fritz turned to look at the Enclave’s guests again, then actually did a double-take and stared at Rhianna and Kaylee. It was just for a moment, almost too quickly to catch, but Rhianna was sure she saw his eyes widen. Then he’d looked away and was busily puffing on his cigarette again.		Fritz turned to look at the Enclave’s guests again, then actually did a double-take and stared at Rhianna and Kaylee. It was just for a moment, almost too quickly to catch, but Rhianna was sure she saw his eyes widen. Then he’d looked away and was busily puffing on his cigarette again.
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	'':There’s no way we have all the pieces, either. They’re not just going to hand every bit of information to us. Just enough to satisfy our curiosity, then shoo us out. You know, if Quinoa’s uncle knew she was out here, he had to think the Army might get a chance to capture her and bring her home,:'' Rhianna added.		'':There’s no way we have all the pieces, either. They’re not just going to hand every bit of information to us. Just enough to satisfy our curiosity, then shoo us out. You know, if Quinoa’s uncle knew she was out here, he had to think the Army might get a chance to capture her and bring her home,:'' Rhianna added.

	“I apologize for that. Fritz’s history among us is…complicated,” ~~Paul~~ continued as if nothing had happened. “Anyway, let’s bring the Nextus officers forward and reintroduce them to their RIDEs. Now that they’re completely unfettered, they can freely decide if they want either to stay with their partners, or stay here.”		“I apologize for that. Fritz’s history among us is…complicated,” Paulie continued as if nothing had happened. “Anyway, let’s bring the Nextus officers forward and reintroduce them to their RIDEs. Now that they’re completely unfettered, they can freely decide if they want either to stay with their partners, or stay here.”

	Rhianna looked around. A small crowd had gathered while they were talking, and many of the Integrates seemed to be based on mythical creatures. All these Integrates had to come from somewhere, and mythical types were some of the rarest and most expensive of the RIDEs. Rhianna tried to bury her comms under as much encryption as she could, just in case. '':Maybe the mythicals are more prone to Integrating? There’s just no way, whoever these people were before, they just vanished without getting a missing persons report or showing up in the media.:''		Rhianna looked around. A small crowd had gathered while they were talking, and many of the Integrates seemed to be based on mythical creatures. All these Integrates had to come from somewhere, and mythical types were some of the rarest and most expensive of the RIDEs. Rhianna tried to bury her comms under as much encryption as she could, just in case. '':Maybe the mythicals are more prone to Integrating? There’s just no way, whoever these people were before, they just vanished without getting a missing persons report or showing up in the media.:''
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	“Where the hell is Flint?!” Burke echoed.		“Where the hell is Flint?!” Burke echoed.

	One corner of his beak upturned, ~~Paul~~ pointed one talon at the willow tree.		One corner of his beak upturned, Paulie pointed one talon at the willow tree.

	Wilson ran to her RIDE instantly, almost crying with relief. She embraced the huge fennec, who started to lick her rider around her foxy ears. “I didn’t know they were doing this to you!”		Wilson ran to her RIDE instantly, almost crying with relief. She embraced the huge fennec, who started to lick her rider around her foxy ears. “I didn’t know they were doing this to you!”
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	“We ''should'' be using it on ''all'' of them,” Brena grumbled. “You heard Fritz. We should make them ‘permanently welcome.’”		“We ''should'' be using it on ''all'' of them,” Brena grumbled. “You heard Fritz. We should make them ‘permanently welcome.’”

	“''Fritz'' is not running this Enclave,” ~~Paul~~ said. “Not this time. We’re going to try something new. They weren’t brought here by choice nor were they seeking us out. We’re letting them go home as they are.”		“''Fritz'' is not running this Enclave,” Paulie said. “Not this time. We’re going to try something new. They weren’t brought here by choice nor were they seeking us out. We’re letting them go home as they are.”

	“Bugger off, Brena. We’re strong enough that we don’t ''need'' to do that anymore, now,” Quinoa said. “And I’m glad. I’ve never liked the idea of forcing that on people, from a moral standpoint. But we can ''offer'' it, in special cases.”		“Bugger off, Brena. We’re strong enough that we don’t ''need'' to do that anymore, now,” Quinoa said. “And I’m glad. I’ve never liked the idea of forcing that on people, from a moral standpoint. But we can ''offer'' it, in special cases.”