"Happy holidays, Commander ( Read more... )

They even had that bloody Christmas music piped through the fighter bays ( Read more... )

Ivanova stalked through the Zocolo, scowling. Not at the humans and aliens who quickly got out of her way, but at the tinny Christmas music being piped through the station and the red and green decorations starting to appear in shops and on railings.

"Earthside Thanksgiving was yesterday, people!" she griped to no one in particular. "If I have to ( Read more... )

( Cut for Ivanova-abuse. )

Ivanova's link beeped, informing her of an uplink. She frowned at it, wondering why the call didn't go right through. Three garbled words told her all she needed to know ( Read more... )

Ivanova was pacing. The letter, bearing a familiar school letterhead, was open on the table and she would glance at it with each circuit, her arms folded across her chest ( Read more... )

"Look, I don't care if you're carrying the cure for the common cold, you are not getting onto this station any faster ( Read more... )

She should have done this yesterday. Actually, she should have done this Tuesday within five seconds of breaking the connection with Earth. But she hadn't because life had gotten in the way and she had been stupid enough to deal with it ( Read more... )

Ivanova was considering actually letting her superior officer know why she and a shuttle craft were disappearing whenever Ivanova had the time to go down to Epsilon 3. However, she wasn't entirely sure that 'using incredibly advanced alien technology to call my high school friends' would quite cut it with Lochley ( Read more... )

Ivanova was still shadenfruedeing a bit at the expression on Corwin's face when she had told him that she would be right back and disappeared. But it was Blair's birthday, and she was going to call him. So here she was, in the heart of Epsilon 3, and once again strapping herself into the Great Machine. She closed her eyes, concentrated, and when ( Read more... )