Greetings from the darkened shores of my twisted roads, it’s been sometime since we last spoke, how are you? I’m sorry I haven’t called in a while, but I promise that is going to change as we progress through February. If you’ve been visiting regularly over the last week (because nothing much else has …
“I never dreamed it would be like this, I never knew these sort of feelings could be possible.” Talrone says with a bemused smile planted across his face. “Seven centuries of constant ridicule as the Far’Zk’Khan relentlessly hunted mankind down like dogs. Seven centuries where your species have almost become extinct through the known universe. …
The ship surges forward and Khanka tumbles backwards, crashing to the ground with a volatile thud. “Refuse gravity drive!” He screams out as the ship takes another blow to its bow. “I’m sorry captain, current that command cannot be successfully carried out. When we took the second blow from the Gerdel’fer’s starship our gravity drive …
He slides the knife across the table. ”Here’s what you're going to do,” Marcus Hisses in Joseph’s ear. “You’re going to take that knife, and you’re going to cut that tiny thing between your legs off, and then admit all the vile things you’ve done because you believed you could!”
“Your body grows weak human. I can see your mind trying to find leverage, trying to find a way to defeat me. But there isn’t. So stop this pathetic attempt, and give me the key to Ma’Klars Belt. I promise your death will be quick!” Kar’Vel says through clenched teeth.
Talbert pulls back on the controls as the ship dives. The force of the rupture ripples out, tearing into the ships shell like a hammer, as wave after wave strikes it. “The controls aren’t reaponding, the hijacker is out only way out!” Dylan screams, as they trade an uneasy glance.
“The holes in the defenses are so obvious from this side the mainframe. They masked our side with a subroutine that looped randomised code to fool it into believing it was still operational,” Ketch says moments before a high-pitched scream rings across cyberspace, causing his avatar to pixelate and derez.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Sam says as he drops the bag, it’s contents tumbles from it as it hits the floor. Zack looks at the wad of notes, then up at Sam. “You screwing me over Sam?” ”No way dude, I’d never do that! Especially not on Christmas!”
“She said, he said, they all said! That’s what I’m fucking sick of! Every fucking time without fail, you two just bitch and moan about everyone else, like you’re just fucking ignoring how shit your lives are just because you think you’re better than everyone else! Well today it stops!”
“It’s what they said happened anyway, and no one else was there so we had to believe their story,” Felmore says as he pulls a cigarette from the packet and lights it up. ”But that’s the problem, it’s a one-sided story. No ones ever wondered if Cohen was actually innocent.”