Kravius looked up from his lunch. Andrus, the arena manager, was standing in the doorway. He looked nervous which was entirely reasonable since he was interrupting Kravius's lunch.
“Whadda you want?” Kravius was a single-minded sort whose mind was currently focused on the ingestion of several thousand calories. He
The scene: The DFO clubhouse. Low Commander enters to find a banged-up Old School Zero and a disheveled Rikki-Tikki-Deadly sitting back and smoking a bowl.
Low Commander: Hey, guys...what's up?
OSZ (mumbling): Nng. Gnng hng nng.
Low Commander (noticing OSZ's wired jaw): Whoa! What the hell happened?
Rikki-Tikki-Deadly: Hey, LC! Well, I found this
The scene: The Door Flies Open clubhouse, where Old School Zero and Darkest Timeline Zach Morris are cleaning up the debris from Doktor Zymm's RV crashing through the wall.
OSZ: Man, what a mess! I can't believe this.
DTZM: Ah, what are you gonna do? It's just cool most of us are
The Land That Time Ignored
The Madrak woke up with a yawn and stretched his arms. He looked around for his gumyup pipe, found it nestled between the four lovely bosoms of his sleeping bedmate, and carefully lifted it up for a long toke. The smoke filled his lungs and
The scene: The Door Flies Open clubhouse, where the DFO is supposed to be gathering for the NFL draft. Darkest Timeline Zach Morris and Old School Zero are there, but the clubhouse is fairly empty otherwise.
DTZM: Geez, where is everyone? I figured this place would be full by now.
Tentacles Beneath the Sea
“We're going to die!”
Otto had rolled back into the cockpit when the nose of the airbus dropped towards the ocean below, and was now screaming in fear from where he had become wedged in beneath Steel's chair.
“Shut up, Otto,” said Steel with a
Covalent Blonde stared at the men in the tan uniforms. They were big and purple, and looked vaguely familiar.
If pressed she might have been able to rustle up a memory of a fight in a cheap bar on a backwater planet. But that had been three years
The Beast From 2000 Fathoms
Muluu, the last du'qot'na, waved at the party airbus as it lifted off. He saw Marc waving back from one of the windows.
All in all, it had been quite the religious experience.
The Riders of the Egg had had many questions and Muluu had
Three years ago.
Creegan looked up from the bar as the door opened.
He didn't see anyone enter, so he shrugged and went back to serving drinks. Fortunately, the drinks were simple affairs at the Head Shot. This was not an amateur's bar. It was the type of
Party Bus of the Gods
Muluu, the last du'qot'na in the galaxy, watched the party airbus descend onto the parking lot.
Muluu didn't know he was the last du'qot'na, of course. Nor did he know that, even now, the remnants of his race were either floating around in space,
Dirty Vexa, Crazy Covalent Blonde
Vexa piloted her stolen pink aircar into the jungle. She maneuvered carefully through the foliage, keeping a careful eye out for her prey. She didn't like being in the midst of all this...nature. She was a being of metal and circuitry, if one discounted her
When Worlds Go Boom
Five years ago Da'qot was a quiet, peaceful planet. Her people had been starfarers in the recent past, but after traveling to distant worlds and meeting new lifeforms and seeing new civilizations, they retreated back to their homeworld as fast as they could. It was