Ch1: Landing Hard

Respectability sucks, Rhia reflected as she flipped through cargo postings. She was currently enjoying the glamorous trappings of that life, such as being tucked into the booth of a cheap bar a good half hour's walk from the port where her ship was...

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Tokyo Tension - Radio Edit

"Ohayo gozaimasu!" The two raccoons behind the front desk bowed in unison. Rick ducked his head as he stepped up to the desk and set his bag down. It was chest-height for the clerks, but as a six-foot-tall wolf, he felt like he was looming. "Uh, thank...

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Gate-Keeper

"Transport CH-42, this is Tannman Control. Please advance to transport position and state your mass." Ren scratched behind one of his large, triangular ears and keyed in a course to jump position, then answered. "Tannman Control, CH-42. Roger, moving...

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Going Home

Her sister's new car rolled smoothly down George Street. Jen patted the dash fondly; it was a '52 Ford Victoria, and her sister had made special arrangements to loan her the car for a few days while she was in town. It might have been last year's...

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Somewhere In The Cypress

"Ahh, no! No! Not again! Not now!" The beam from the flashlight sputtered and died, and Alex smacked it firmly, as though it would help. It might -- the light had always been a little finicky. He'd never gotten around to replacing it because it had...

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Tokyo Tension

"Ohaio gozaimasu!" The two raccoons behind the front desk bowed in unison. Rick ducked his head as he stepped up to the desk and set his bag down. It was chest-height for the clerks, but as a six-foot-tall wolf, he felt like he was looming. "Uh, thank...

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