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Jared woke early and made his way to the kitchen to take stock of what the ship had on hand he could work with to make meals. At the Oiran Academy he’d been tasked with cooking for his uncle, the Commandant, and the tutors. No matter what ingredients were available, Jared was expected to make something to appease their discerning tastes and he’d ( Read more... )

“So, the goods that we are carrying to Quinto have been marked by the Alliance?” Steve plopped down into his pilot’s chair, foot accidentally hitting the leg of the navigation panel and jostling his dinosaur figurines.

“According to Sheppard they have,” Jensen nodded, “If Quinto tries to unload them, he’ll be crawling with Alliance soldiers.”

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Milo slipped out of the Infirmary, looking back in as he shut the door to assure himself that Jared was still sleeping peacefully. When he’d seen Ackles standing over his brother, Jared at the captain’s feet like a dog begging his master, it had taken everything he had not to kill the other man. Nobody, nobody, made Jared go to his knees. Once the ( Read more... )

“I don’t like the idea of someone digging around in my head,” Chris sounded nervous, fingers smoothing over Vera’s barrel.

“Trust me,” Milo gazed from Chris to the gun, “nobody wants to hear your thoughts and, for the record, Steve will not allow you to bring Vera to bed with you.”

“What?” Steve looked at Chris.

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