Battle Stations
Air re-pressurized the Gerthtrude's cargo bay with a piercing hiss that stabbed at the ears as Jack cinched the final mag tether keeping the No Safety Measures secured to the deck with a grunt. She fit like a glove, a big glove made of steel and power...
Holes
Lix was not an easy person to surprise, so when Jack eased the Gerthtrude out into the Great Black with nary a creak of the hull or pop of a rivet, she had to offer a curious tilt of her head. Wide vessels often creaked and groaned like the elderly...
Friends In Low Places
Jack hadn't expected Mo'Ona to even know of the Last Stop Staryard, the place was either a mythical legend to those that had either heard tales of the deadly repository or an off-limits deathtrap to those that knew the truth. However, he found himself...
Shark Skin Heart
Dreams aren't often something one is born with an aversion for. No, dreams are the escape, the nightly canvas upon which the mind paints fantasy within which our tired psyche explores while we rest. Such wondrous landscapes, however, are often...
Skrunkles
If excitement could be bottled, distilled, and processed into fuel… Jack would leave Lix somewhere in a food court and chain Mo'Ona in the depths of his garage. All he'd have to do would be to feed the little rat-lizard stories of the Last Stop...
Birds of a Feather
"No, that's _not_ how this works, you broken condom. You brain fried vacuum suckers tampered with your AI's logic board power supply and that's what sent it haywire." Jack leaned his head back against the cool wall of his office turned bedroom,...
Live by the Roark, Die by the Roark
Legal matters were a funny thing in known space, the twisting galactic corn maze of law being one that many simply refused to try and navigate. Take, for example, a stolen candy bar, a delectable Rimbar from Argon Inc. in fact. A small length of...
Racer's Heart, Racer's Pride
Opulence was something of a rarity beyond the reaches of the megacorporate dominated systems near Sol. There, where Council and conglomerate money shone as bright as the stars themselves, did Roarks flow like wine into the visual affluence of those...
Twisted Space
One would think that, being a racer, Lix would find the crawling line of awaiting ships towards the Twister an exercise in tortuous patience. In reality, the Kux'lar pilot didn't mind the mind-numbing pace one bit, welcomed it even. It gave her ample...
Parade
Consciousness returned to a tired, sore, but oh so satisfied Lix with all the speed of slow-moving molasses. Warmth permeated the cold-blooded reptile, twisted up in Jack's limbs as she was, with her head on his slowly rising chest. The man was rudely...
Mad Jack
Asteroid Racers were no strangers to chaos, to the mind-numbing tumult of death and destruction dealt at the precipitancy of lightspeed. Such was the nature of the game, their daring race through rings of stone and against each other's grit and hopes....
Stripped Bolts and Leaking Lines
[This wouldn't have happened without Fawkesish, hit up that page and get binge reading.](https://fawkesish.sofurry.com/) Tearing metal and tortured steel wailed in the small space below a thick industrial clamp, steel shavings bouncing off the heavy...