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as written by Sentry and Brokowsi Jeanne had lead Felix to the medical examiner's office at some ungodly hour after calling an acquaintance. The gates and the back door were open, giving them ease of access. Right behind the first door, a pretty young woman with blonde hair greeted them...

as written by Script and Knosis The Scions arrived in Cascastel and moved like a well oiled machine to get to work. Some started by smashing in the shop doors to the place and looting what goods they could find. Others threw molotoves into the broken windows of the buildings. Destruction was...

as written by Ronin It was a cool October morning when the crews came into the largest park in Lutetia and set up their fences. They labored for three days. Pedestrians looked in from the streets and talked excitedly among one another, while children meshed their fingers into the chainlink of...

as written by Hyll An apartment in Fontainebleu, early morning. Everything smelled like battery acid, stingy, disgusting. Mortimer was lying on a bed, facing the ceiling. Everything was pulsing, like static. Static everywhere. Buzzing. Mortimer pulled the balaclava off his face, letting his...

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as written by Emperor Jester The megaport was bustling, the crowds coming to and fro to experience the newest addition to the hyper-consumerist nation of the GCUT. The station had come to a final, orbital halt not more than four hours ago, but already the costumers were arriving from the nearby...

as written by Saarai Ty's ship descended on Olympus, a hangar door opening to allow him inside. "Welcome back, Ty." A voice said over his radio, "Glad to be back, Pathos. Got some outsiders with me though." Ty told Pathos, "Mercenaries. They're fine and they pay well." "If you vouch for them...

as written by Saarai Fortis examined his subtly scarred face in a mirror. He hadn't been getting them removed as quickly as he wanted. He was too busy hunting down the terrorists, the vile, disgusting worms, that scarred his face in the first place. The Rogues' headquarters had been destroyed...

as written by Saarai John screamed himself awake, shocked by his sudden existence in the world of the living. He remembered everything that happened to him. Everything that happened around him. He just couldn't remember how he had gotten into the medical facility he found himself in. There he...

as written by Ronin The sun simmered low on the peaks of the western mountains, bathing Siren in the golden glow of dusk and staining the meridian with blood. Night was coming, and the people of the township were already preparing for the imminent dark. Men trotted through the doors of saloons...

as written by Merte It had been 3 Midaaron weeks since the last promising star system had proved to be a false alarm. On board of the Bogyet, the first manned Midaaron spacecraft travelling outside of the Midaaron Realm, the crew had already started to get a little nervous - and sad at the same...

as written by Saarai "This is nice." Stryfe said, eye's fixated on one of Hera Prime's three moons. It was beautiful. She couldn't remember the last time she was out experiencing things like this. Cool desert air, wide open spaces, quiet. Not a lot of cars or people, the smell of exhaust...

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as written by Peachy00Keen Karryk sat at the bar with her head in one palm and a pint of ale in the other. "You know, I don't get it," she said, a somber tone to her mildly slurred speech. "I've been in and out of this town for sixty years, and I can count on one hand how many of these people...

as written by Peachy00Keen and Steam Wolf Staring up at the night sky and taking in a deep breath of fresh air, Karyyk felt a wave of relief wash over her. Looking around, she could see what looked like a small town in the not-too-far-off distance, and on the horizon, there was a great glow...

as written by Lobos and Tiko Emerging from the portal, the view wasn’t the most remarkable thing to see. A safe house in Astra City, they entered the dining room, spying white painted walls, a hardwood floor, and a few cabinets with dishes in them. Normally staffed by intelligence agents alone...

as written by barney_fife and Ylanne The sun was hanging low over the horizon as Kathryn was preparing to pack for her training with the TIB. Several suitcases were packed with her personal belongings, or rather those that were approved for her to bring with for her training. She was...