( And after the adrenaline wears off... )

( Rollin', rollin' rollin'... )

( I love the smell of acid-burned granite in the morning )

( There are worse ways to fly than coach. )

The offical motto of Starfleet is "To boldly go where no one has gone before ( Read more... )

All things end.They weren't words precisely, but more of a feeling. But, if Naraht had to vocalize what exactly woke her from sleep, that is what she would have said. She woke curled around Johnny, gills feeling slightly dry. After the movie last night, they had retreated to his room once again, and their time together had been sweet ( Read more... )

The sun (or whatever passed for the sun in Milliways' "back yard") was setting as Naraht steered her chair down to the water's edge. She threw off her shit and slipped into the water so smoothly that she caused barely a ripple ( Read more... )

Naraht awoke slowly, lazily. The last few days had been so miserable that the moment between sleeping and waking was something to be savored...even if she did feel rather strange. She felt something gently flowing over her as she shifted position...too fluid for sand or soil. If anything, it felt like water, but how could she be immersed in ( Read more... )

Naraht had been sleeping most of the day. Still fitfull, although his dreams were nowhere near as disturbing as the delerium from the night before. All day long, he would twitch and shiver in his sleep until one particularly bad spasm woke him. The first few times, he tried to force himself to eat the food Ray had left for him, but at last this ( Read more... )

Naraht sleeps. But his sleep is not peaceful...

Cold, cold, cold, frozen in a brittle shell. Tremors that threatened to split that shell into thousands of shards at any moment...which it did. His body shattering around him...But he didn't die. No he emerged painfully from the razor edges in an alien form...an alien gender. Human once more, ( Read more... )