The Ideal Furry
The Ideal Furry The ideal furry... -doesn't resent the human race -doesn't depict "anthros" as the pinnacle of purity and overall good-guyness - accepts all forms of criticism no matter how harsh - honestly tries to improve...
The Patchwork Soldier part IV (revised)
Ten years later... I was sitting in the command deck of my flagship, the Nautilus, crammed into what was possibly THE most uncomfortable command chair ever. It was an ugly thing; a frame of welded steel "padded" with a material resembling...
The Patchwork Soldier part IV
Ten years later... I was sitting in the command deck of my flagship, the Nautilus, crammed into what was possibly THE most uncomfortable command chair ever. It was an ugly thing; a frame of welded steel "padded" with a material resembling...
The Patchwork Soldier Part III
That night, I had a dream. I was walking through an abandoned sector of the Station.: The walls were grimy and dented; the rubberized floor panels were frayed to stretchy ribbons; the circulator vents gave off an audible rattle as they sucked in...
The Patchwork Soldier Part II
Eight years later... BOOOM! A crater bloomed on the barren landscape, showering me with dirt and rock. Shaking the detritus out of my fur, I heard the distinctive "foomp-fwissshhh" of another missile launch. There just HAD to be a...
The Patchwork Soldier Part VIII
Low gravity combat is surprisingly peaceful. Without an atmosphere to conduct sound, there are none of the deafening sounds of a terrestrial battle; the sheooooms of incoming artillery, no bzzzz of active lascannons, just a heartbeat and your own...
The Patchwork Soldier part VII
_WHAM!_ Somethinglike an old-fashioned freight train slammed into the _Nautilus_. "_What happened?"_ I yelled over the howling emergency claxon. "Heavy Magcannon round, Deck 17. " Reported the Damage Control (DamCon)...