( The Warriors Draw Near )

Aldrea didn't enjoy the feelings of claustrophobia several sections of the ship seemed to exude. Esplin didn't mind, but the idea of a Yeerk minding tight spaces was absurd in his mind. Yeerks not liking the sensations and capacity they expanded into while in a Host body, certainly. He didn't personally understand that, but he was at least aware ( Read more... )

Time was difficult enough to figure out on ship when she was having a good day. The mild hangover she'd had this morning (drinking water and forcing herself to down slop from the mess hall had kept it mild) had morphed into a milder headache and light sensitivity that had mostly faded by the time she'd picked up her omnicomm and run across Lash ( Read more... )

When Marco had mentioned the Great Wall of China back when she'd first pod-popped, she'd figured he meant some sort of landmark for a place she didn't recognize. Next to a word like "sky-scraper," and she guessed that this landmark had to be significant enough, or at least big enough, to hold up against something with a name that implied a ( Read more... )

As usual Tycho had arrived at the designated meeting place at the debriefing room in Rogue Squadron's headquarters a little ahead of time. There was nothing for him to prepare really, but he'd called the meeting, so it was still good for him to be there first ( Read more... )

Tycho had left the party when it appeared to be still in full swing. It hadn't been his victory, he hadn't spilled his blood sweat and tears. Let the people who had earned it do the celebrating. Tonight was their night. Also, as much as he had been putting it off by keeping busy, busy busy busy, he couldn't delay thinking about it forever- what had ( Read more... )

Following the directions Sam had sent him, Tycho headed for his new pilot's quarters. He still couldn't believe those stitches Sam claimed to have, were real. Even the thought of them made Tycho shudder. Sewing stitches in someone's skin, like it was a- a- flightsuit or something! The idea was incomprehensible to him. Tycho had no idea how the ( Read more... )

[[OOC: Possible R warning for dream content includes blood?]]

Sunlight pooled across the ivory tiles and she sat, dressed in black Bene Gesserit garb, her long, long red hair piled and coiled atop her head.  Arha watched Obi-Wan move across the room, her eyes hungry and sharp, her body tense.  His fingers touched her chin and she tilted a glance up ( Read more... )