A Second Generation Whateley Universe Adventure

The Nefarious Three

By Bek D Corbin

Part 1

The hardest part was breaking routine. Routine is a good thing; it breeds method, which breeds reliability. Unfortunately, it also breeds predictability, which is a bad thing in my chosen field, which happens to be Supervillain Minion. The image that immediately pops into your mind is a large burly thug in a jumpsuit rushing to get his chops handed to him by a superhero. NO. Besides being a member of ATHUG, I’m also a card-carrying member of the IBEW and IASTE, which means that I get double scale, which is a lot better than the yahoos they pour into those jumpsuits get. My specialty is Security Systems, and a big part of my job is doing routine eyeball checks on various key entry points.

The problem is that I’ve been working for the Green Devil for six months straight, which is great for my bank account, but horrible for my life expectancy. Y’see, three months and six months are the crunch times for supervillains with bases. With Crime Sprees, it’s two months for getting the base together, two weeks of drilling and training for the goons to get them so they know what the boss wants them to do, then a week of prep time as they set up the actual crime, and another week where we either have to tear the whole thing down, or some stalwart champion of justice and decency comes to do it for us. Personally, I prefer it when the boss gets away with his grand scheme. Not only does it happen, but it happens often enough that this IS a business, y’know. Besides getting the nifty ‘successful completion’ bonus from the Syndicate, I do a little Payday Advance loan sharking, and I vastly prefer cash to the rinky-dink, shoddy, already obsolete personal electronics that these goons tend to put up as surety for their loans.

A Tale of the Star Wars

Through The Eyes Of A Sith

by

E.E. Nalley

Part Three

How do I describe a Force dream?

How do you convey the feeling of being completely, lucidly awake and yet also know you are dreaming? There are those, I'm sure who have had lucid dreams, to go through a morning routine and be halfway to work before the alarm clock they hit 'snooze' on goes off again and they realize they dreamed their shower, breakfast and commute. Force dreams have that sharp, bang your hand on the table realism, but they are never about your routine. They are always novel, even when I've had a vision of the past it was different than how I remembered it happening. Almost like the pulling back of the curtain and getting to see a bit of the road you didn't take.

So they are horrifyingly real, except, they are also obviously not; so much so it makes you aware you are dreaming. When you have a Force vision, you know it, almost instantly, you both have agency to change it and yet also are completely helpless and a voyeur unable to turn away. I once spent a nightmarish month as Nyeomi come to planet Earth and waking up in horror to be fat, male and middle aged.

A Second Generation Whateley Academy Adventure

Laura and the Fan Club

by

ElrodW

Part 2 of 2

Friday, September 23, 2016 - After Lunch
Schuster Hall, Whateley Academy

"What's this one about?" Bianca asked Laura and Morgana as they found seats in the small assembly room in Schuster. It was built like a small theater, with the seats in the rear of the room considerably higher than the seats in front, so all could have a good view of the white-board, displays, instructor, or whatever or whoever else was the topic of the assembly.

"I have no idea," the British girl answered, and Laura shrugged to signal her lack of knowledge.

A Tale of the Star Wars

Through The Eyes Of A Sith

by

E.E. Nalley

Part One

3627 BBY (The Present)
Ruuria System, Xappyh Sector , Outer Rim Territories

Until I had experienced marriage with a husband instead of a wife, I never really understood the concept of 'Marital Bliss'. I had seen it, in old movies and TV Sitcoms, it had been everything from harridans and shrews browbeating timid and long suffering men as the butt of jokes either tongue-in-cheek at best and truly nasty at worst. Every now and then we'd see an example of a couple who did love each other in a movie, generally by elderly bit characters or as something 'quaint' and old fashioned.

A Whateley Academy Tale

Imp 8: Imp-rints on an Aching Heart

by

Morpheus

Part One

The Village, Tuesday morning, Nov 27th, 2007

Mornings… Mornings were the bane of my existence, the archenemy I could never quite defeat no matter how many times I tried. For a night owl like myself, who had spent decades sleeping in until the crack of noon, Mornings were particularly vile.

“The only thing mornings are good for are Saturday cartoons,” I muttered to myself as I performed my morning exercises. “And those sure aren’t what they used to be.”