“Do you think it’s far?” Henry asked as he pushed a soot stained finger through a hole in his coat, pushing the woollen threads wider apart.
Home is Distant – ‘Glisten’ #writephoto
Flight Log #2980
A1: Ashen stars, I just want to go home. B1: Keep us on a straight course. Fleet's one jump out.
Flight Log #2877
A1: They’re mobilising us for what? B1: Parabus apparently. Commander has taken emergency powers, so they’re saying, and he’s sending us out to some Confederate outposts...
Paul and the Inconvenient Pair of Pants
‘Mild’ they said. A ‘mild’ day of weather ahead, they had assured Paul. What a dick he felt like now...
Oath
Words found scrawled upon a console upon a derelict CAF ship, etched into the side by an unknown hand. Those discovered on the vessel had been long dead...
