Night on this planet wrapped like cool fingers, dropped everything to a chill and calmed the stars, drew them throught the harsh sky. Nero hadn't seen night, not so familiar, in longer than he could remember. The stars were wrong, distant and close in uneven measure ( Read more... )

The day was almost Rihann. If it weren't for the wet breeze that kicked off the soil, the smell of trees and grass, he might have been fooled. No one clipped a hand, a finger with the drills. The bits were hot and the shaft was tight, two men in, two men out ( Read more... )

The floor ushered him back and forth, wound him round the center chair with voices and static at his heels. His muscles burned red and green beneath his skin, twisted up with work and anger. Two. Two. Of...of them on his ship. Spies, betrayers, and Ayel was chasing them around, catering, scraping to them as though they weren't the very basis of ( Read more... )

Space was not dangerous.

Danger implied that there was some change of escape, some way to come back. Danger did not hold the ring of absolution that the word vautha carried. Naturally, with only three feet of steel, a conduit, a bulkhead, and a dampening field between life and death, it was not a calm place. Even in his slumber, Nero could hear ( Read more... )

( Mandana. )

I have discovered the den of Anonymous.

I can only presume there are more than one of them--they are prolific, and foolish, and deceptively skilled at the arts of torture.

I am, daresay, impressedThey also appear to harbor hatred for Spock, throwing him repeatedly into outlandish scenarios, often involving rape, torture, or the rape/torture of a ( Read more... )