Jaime Reyes is kid out of his element, who dreams of a life better than his own. He finds such a life when he stumbles about a strange blue stone in the garbage and his whole world changes.
note: 3 chapters were missed in the initial posting of How to Take the Kill Shot...
the current version is now corrected and has all Fifteen chapters.
Jaime Reyes is kid out of his element, who dreams of a life better than his own. He finds such a life when he stumbles about a strange blue stone in the garbage and his whole world changes.
Jonas Oliver's life has been turned upside down. While on vacation his parents are murdered, he's stranded on a deserted island and all he can think about is revenge. The only tools he has are his intellect, his overwhelming sense of right and wrong and his skill with a bow.
Jonas Oliver's life has been turned upside down. While on vacation his parents are murdered, he's stranded on a deserted island and all he can think about is revenge. The only tools he has are his intellect, his overwhelming sense of right and wrong and his skill with a bow.
Warning: This story deals in sensitive subjects, including underage sex, and rape. If these issues are an issue for you, you may not wish to read further.
Sitting on the shore, I listened to the loons calling in the twilight. The mosquitoes were out, but they didn’t bother me. It was almost as if they could sense my sickness. I sighed and breathed in the cool twilight air. My time was remaining was short, I knew that. When I was ten, I was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. When you are in the custody of the state, and have bounced around from foster home to foster home, you tend to develop a fatalistic approach towards life. Once you learn you are likely dying, and can’t even be placed in a foster home? That’s when you REALLY become a fatalist.
I yawned and sipped my tea, wishing I had more; my travel cup (carved lovingly from wood by an artisan who used to be an artist – a sculptor) was not insulated, and the tea within had long since grown cold. I flexed my fingers in my gloves.
It was an unusually chilly morning, so why was I out in it?
The quarry was covered in a light fog which obscured vision past a hundred feet. Good for us to avoid detection as we sat over it, but bad for us to actually see what was going on below us.
See Chapter 1 for disclaimers and other information
As usual, thank the crew, and they know who they are.
Ronel was easy, too easy. Part of the reason was it was a application of force not seen since mid Second Succession war against a target designed to withstand a Third Succession War campaign for a month, at most. The other part, was the planet itself was in primus, hostile to humans, so long term fighting wasn’t realistically possible, allowing the sheer superiority of numbers and technology we had to be decisive fast. Ironically, while Tybalt was almost as fast, the reason there, was the old adage, “Surprises aren’t.” It wasn’t easy.
Sun Tzu’s wisdom about deception applies. When you combine it with his words about knowing your enemy… you can bait a trap. It’s a good thing as Kath joked, I’m Bait Phenotype, isn’t it? But, as I learned at Tybalt… be careful. Others you don’t even know about might see the bait, and try to take it.
For all the Glory that Tybalt brought me and my unit, I keep in mind the price. For someone raised and trained in the American late 20th century mindset of war, considering the engagement size, it was agonizing. For someone of the 31st century, it was to be celebrated. Mindsets differ, and times differ. Still. Glory is never worth it.
From the journals and notes of Kikyo Onishi, New Avalon Press, 3291 AD, as part of the “Century of Chaos: The Movers and Shakers.” series.
Sept. 7th, 2016
Huh.
I wasn’t sure what I expected all these years when my parents talked about Whateley. When I was kid, I thought it was the most amazing place in the world. I couldn’t wait until I manifested and I’d be able to go there. As I got older and my manifestation didn’t come the same time as Summer, I got discouraged. Then watched as my uncle helped her with her bags and drove off to New Hampshire with her. I watched it happen for a couple of years, each year getting more and more bitter. By the time I finally did manifest, any excitement for the place was long gone. Now it represented everything I HATED about being a mutant.
See Chapter 1 for disclaimers and other information
I would like to thank Drakensis for kibitzing and Editing, JG/Joe Gunnarson (Of Whateley fame) for the same, Valles, Case/Fosfor, Minako/Scratx for kibitizing. Y'all made this go a LOT faster than the first two, thank you. Psyckosama deserves a special shoutout for helping reinspire, some basic visualization and idea throwing.
Friends are precious. Friends have your back when you need it. Friends are irreplaceable. But Goddammit! Helping them move bodies is hard on the back. Watching their backs is also stressful. It doesn’t help when they bait the tigers.
One thing I learned is that the Star League was close to real AI, as in artificial sapience, not just intelligence. They really came insanely close to it, and had even developed brain downloading. What kept their AIs from being people, instead of mindless drones? Kath and I spent time researching this, and we came to the conclusion they hadn’t made just one, little, step. ROB isn’t that nice apparently.
From the journals and notes of Kikyo Onishi, New Avalon Press, 3291 AD, as part of the “Century of Chaos: The Movers and Shakers.” series.
Let's Get Dangerous
By Red Cloud
It had been a week. A week of running, hiding, trips to the student store for supplies, and a lot of careful work in his room after scaring Gander out. He felt bad about that, but if he was going to survive, he had to play with and learn his new toys, and he needed privacy to build and practice.
He’d worked on his new look, too, and as he stepped out of his room in full gear for the first time, he hoped like hell that his powers were working for once. Looking at himself in the mirror, he thought he looked stupid as shit, but everything else he’d come up with looked even dumber, and well...it worked for the secret squirrels for a reason.
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