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The interior of the EißΦæþ? Abo? Eibo? Was just as confusing as the damn thing's name. The remains of what must have been one hell of a gunfight were littered all across what was (apparently) a lounge. Kresh swept his rifle around the room, eyes keen as he swept for contact. It almost felt a...

The way that Magnus looked when he mentioned a "retirement plan" said all that Kresh needed to know. A true believer. Revolutionary to the core. Looked like he also had a serious habit, those bagged eyes and lined cheeks didn't come from someone who was getting everything they needed out of...

Magnus looked like shit. Kresh walked in bearing a half-pack of sweet rations and a black coffee. This boat was stocked. "Welcome back to the land of the living." The medical bay had a good assortment of mobility aids, from basic canes to hover-chairs for amputees. He nabbed a collapsible...

He made it inside just in time for the gunfight. He stayed out of it, holding pattern around the corner in case one of these nutjobs suddenly developed the balls to follow through on their posturing threats. It sounded like things were heating up, and then - A deafening crack and the ringing...

Haigen sounded mostly apathetic on the subject of political theory. Guess it was too much to expect of a rebel sympathizer to actually understand the ideology he was colluding with. But a predilection for Fantasy? Now that was interesting. Perhaps an escape from a painful reality? Kresh silently...

Half-dozen more? That was juicy. That little tidbit had just upgraded this to a Class 4-F Insurgent cell. He released Haigen's arm and moved to stand beside him on the boarding ramp, the position of a close friend, or trusted contact. Most people wouldn't believe what a little positioning would...

He hated every second of this place. Outreach it was called, like anyone here had ever reached out for anything except a bottle of cheap liquor or the next night's fuck in their entire lives. The streets ran awash with aliens, traitors, and radicals. he couldn't decide which he hated most...

Free People’s Republic - Justice Administration - Correctional Branch ====== Inmate Information File ====== Thought of the Day - The Proper Administration of Justice is the Hygiene of a Healthy Society Sentencing Inmate Name: AERIKSON, Kresh Inmate #: 925-66-LSM Charges: Sedition (125a)...

A hundred tons of layered ferrous steel flew soundlessly through the void. Inside the cockpit, the lone pilot strained against the myriad of physical forces trying to assert themselves on his fragile body, as he rotated and jolted the mech in a coordinated defensive pattern. The protective...

Alex spat the last of his absolutely dogshit breakfast out onto the ship floor, and climbed up into his suit's cockpit. Thankfully, the ship's technicians were at least marginally more skilled than whichever stunted idiot had concocted those "eggs", and his control panel had been polished like...

Name: Alexander Emmerich Du Varn Race: Human (Imperial) Gender: Male Age: 31 Affiliation: Freelance Appearance: Alexander’s thin black hair and stark green eyes mark him as Imperial, while the frequent burn marks and scarring that dot his chest and neck reveal a past steeped in conflict. His...