13. Rab made T-12 scan the package for poisons and explosives and biological elements a dozen times, in quick succession, before bringing the parcel onto the Downed Horizon. Life had taught him that you couldn’t be too careful. The package had shown biological elements—but nothing that fit within the frame of T-12’s defined threats. And … Continue reading Last Ride of the Blood Letters Part 1: 13
In which i explain that depression isn't binary. Selfish therapy writing. Don't bother.
12. “No, my dear lass. There be no child here.” Cappy bowed his head in Anka’s direction as Riskor and Trodd pointed their rifle’s at Anka’s back. She didn’t need to see this to know it happened—her suit augmented her hearing. Couple that with Cappy’s behavior and there wasn’t a lot of deduction required. “What’s … Continue reading Last Ride of the Blood Letters Part 1: 12
This last December, I stopped drinking. It was a significant choice–I was a drinker by anybody's definition. There was a permanent spot in my fridge reserved for a case of beer (High Life, thank you very much). A bottle of whiskey in my house had about a four-to-six day lifespan. This is assuming that bottle was bought … Continue reading the drink and i
11. Grox had genuinely tried to go to sleep with a sense of alertness. He couldn’t know if Nirob was just as much an asshole when he was sober as when he was drunk. Nirob might even be violent—who could know? But Grox had drunk quite a bit the night before—he hadn’t realized it would … Continue reading Last Ride of the Blood Letters Part 1: 11
10. Andria Wesson sat at her personal desk, scrolling through screens of information. She would change to a new screen, focus on it for approximately fifteen seconds, then switch to the next page. Hugh Umber may have had augmentations drilled into his brain that sped up his thought processes, but Andria Wesson had been raised … Continue reading Last Ride of the Blood Letters Part 1: 10
9. Anka looked at the tiny, white planet through a small viewport on the starboard side of the Bloody Buccaneer while Shikt was trying to communicate with planet-side authorities for landing clearance. From the sound of it, there wasn’t anyone to get permission from—just Shikt calling out to nothingness. Barkull. Fitting name for such a … Continue reading Last Ride of the Blood Letters Part 1: 9