I was raised on the nastiest backwater refugee camp Earth has to offer, my parents were both killed by Nietzchiean slavers when I was a kid, and I only made it offworld alive but for the grace of the gorgeous Beka Valentine's boyfriend being a deadbeat jerk ( Read more... )

[Harper is totally going to the engine room. Really, totally, completely going to the engine room. Except that the closer he gets to it, the more nauseous he gets, and-- oh crap, he's actually going to hurl, he's going to-- okay, get to the deck, get to the deck and he can be sick over the side, that's the new plan here ( Read more... )

[When the camera clicks on, Harper is standing in front of the camera with no shirt on. He leans forward, apparently just sorta using it as a mirror, for the time being ( Read more... )

[There's a click, as the audio feature starts up ( Read more... )

Right, so, this is the Kumbaya flood, right? In which all the bloodthirsty maniacs of the world lay down their arms, and bury their hatchets, and cuddle up under the stars with a picnic and a bottle of champagne in the hopes of playing a midnight game of "pin the tail on the sentiments you're going to regret so freakin' much later ( Read more... )

[Harper's never been much of a man of action. There've been a couple of fights he's come across in his life that were worth fighting without being paid for his time by an invested third party, but the one he can feel building on the barge sure as heck isn't one of them. If he has to fight? He'll side with the inmates, but if there's any way out ( Read more... )

Uh, Rex? Hey, I just wanted to let you know, I might not be totally around for a little while. I mean, nothing's wrong, I just ( Read more... )