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LoZ: WolfBane Chp. 19“Ordon?”LoZ: WolfBane Chp. 19 by SlingBlade87
The gold Wolfos made no reply and didn’t even move as Link approached cautiously. He stretched out his nose and pressed it against Ordon’s flank uncertainly. Ordon’s chest rose in a deep and ragged breath that rattled out of his mouth and sent chills down Link’s back standing his fur on end as it progressed. This wasn’t right, none of this was, what was going on? With nothing coming to mind, Link opened his jaws and clamped down gingerly on Ordon’s foreleg, keeping an eye trained on the god’s face. He increased the pressure slowly, feeling his fangs beginning to press through fur and flesh. He released his hold and looked down at the small punctures worriedly. Ordon hadn’t even twitched. He looked back to the golden wolf’s head and leapt back with a yelp. One red eye was staring at him murderously. There was no sentience in the blood red gaze; there was pure and unadulterated fury. Link’s heart pounded in
KH: Stormrise Ch. 19“Did you know about this?”KH: Stormrise Ch. 19 by SlingBlade87
Maleficent did not look pleased as Ansem eyed her. “If I had known that Mim was in Hollow Bastion I would have told you Sire.”
Ansem sighed. “That old woman was shielding the last two bearers from us the whole time waiting for the others to gather.” His smile returned after a moment and he started laughing. “I find it hard to feel angry at her though, she played this masterfully.”
Sora looked over at Kairi, she was still coming to grips with the fact that she and Namine were bearers, and that her grandmother was an infamous sorceress who had hidden herself in the least likely place to hide from a kingdom trying to find her: in that kingdom’s very heart. When the five of them had woken Kairi had been crying because of a nightmare, one that the boys already knew, and had been clutching a keyblade to add to the confusion. Namine had come into her room a moment later with Roxas, with a keyblade of her own and
SW: Hades Wing Chp. 19Approximately five years earlier, aboard the cruiser Black Knight, Imperial CenterSW: Hades Wing Chp. 19 by SlingBlade87
“I don’t recall there being any unit wide assemblies today.” Stele said stoically, standing across the lift from Garin.
“Something came up sir.”
“I’m sure it did, this wouldn’t have anything to do with those skeletons we turned over to the supply cruiser would it?”
Garin blinked and shrugged calmly. “I honestly have no idea, the Chief just said she wanted to show us something.”
Stele’s eyes narrowed as the lift came to a half and they stepped off and moved out into the hall. “Do not kark around with me Lieutenant Commander, Thrawn might have tolerated your antics but this is a different unit now. Hades is under my command.”
Garin nodded obediently, “yes sir.”
Stele continued to glower at him until they reached the hangar deck, Daru had requested all pilots and officers be present and if Stele was anything he w
LoZ: WolfBane Chp. 18“I spoke with the barge captain,” Sheik said as he took a seat at their table. “He’s heading upriver in one hour. We’re welcome to join him provided we can pay.”LoZ: WolfBane Chp. 18 by SlingBlade87
Zelda nodded, reaching down and feeling her purse, it was still heavy with rupees so there was no doubt she’d be able to pay for their passage at least. She looked over at Malon with a frown. She’d barely said more than a sentence since she’d shot Ganondorf back at the grotto. It was beginning to sit ill with her.
She loosened her collar and stood, “Well I’m not going to sit inside for the next hour. Sheik if you would accompany me, I’d like to go down to the lakeside.”
Sheik nodded and stood, Zelda moved away from the table. With any luck Malon would feel more comfortable expressing her issues to Link. She made her way out of the darkened tavern and back out into the clear air. Compared to the rancid and thick atmosphere of the pub the sudden change
SW: Desperate FlightAlliance Rendezvous Point at Sullust, aboard the MonCal Cruiser LibertySW: Desperate Flight by SlingBlade87
Orchid stepped into the hustle and bustle of the Liberty's hangar. It was a crash of noise and commotion filled with sparking lights and foul smells as the starfighters were readied for combat. She didn't know what was going on exactly—no one would tell her anything—but she understood that a battle was going to be fought. She'd seen this too many times before, more times than any fourteen year old should have. She made her way uncertainly through the bustling maintenance crews and droids, walking past X-wings, A-wings and Y-wings as their crew's loaded ordnance, checked weapons and fueled the craft.
She was looking for two fighters in particular. She spied one of them easily enough, the Ace in the Hole's distinctive paint job of white with black and red checkering set it apart from the other A-wings in the hangar. Besides it she spied another A-wing being painted gold and white with a red emblem emblazo
Star Trek: A Day at the Office Gone WrongPetro sighed as he rolled his workbee pod so that his view looked 'up' at the red surface of Mars. Of course 'up' was a relative concept in space but it didn't hinder the view at all as he let his pod drift. He could just make out the Utopia Planitia surface facilities that were a part of the shipyards here. The orbiting docks, yards and stations were locked in geosynchronous orbit with the surface complex to ensure ease of transport between the two locations.Star Trek: A Day at the Office Gone Wrong by SlingBlade87
“All units, the Leyte Gulf is preparing to leave Dock 7, stand clear of her flight path.”
Petro broke his gaze from the Martian surface and rotated his pod again to get a better view of the action. Checking his instruments he assured himself that he was indeed out of the estimated maneuver zone for the Akira-class cruiser as it left the dock. He watched as the running lights for the cruiser came online, lighting the great gray ship as its engines came online with the distinctive red and blue glow of the nacelles indic
Holy Invasion“TEN SECONDS! GOD BE WITH YOU!”Holy Invasion by SlingBlade87
Lieutenant Strickland touched his breast where his father's gold crucifix hung alongside his dog tags. His eyes did a final scan of his schranzer's systems and noted all green across the board. He went through his start-up routines as the dropship's bay doors opened to reveal the devastated cityscape below. The heathen capital had been bombarded heavily with everything the Church could throw at it and now it was up to the infantry and armor to force their submission to the Lord.
The clamps holding his schranzer in place released him and the rest of his nine mech squad and he found himself plummeting towards the ruined city below. Here and there scattered anti-air fire reached up to swat at the dropships and their armored passengers but it was so light as to be ineffectual at best. The science of the heathen had failed to protect them from God's righteous fury. The ground approached his armored feet rapidly and he fired his
Star Trek: Warning ShotThe three Peregrine class attack fighter dropped from warp at the border of the Romulan-Federation Neutral zone, their sensors scanning the local space as they searched for the anomaly that had been detected by Deep Space 6, their home station along the border with the Romulan Star Empire.Star Trek: Warning Shot by SlingBlade87
“Are you detecting anything Sigma 2-1?” inquired Lt. JG Haras inquired, her blue fingers flying over her control surfaces.
“Negative.” replied Lieutenant Golan. “Nothing on this side of the border, it's definitely on the Romulan side.”
Haras swallowed, her antennae twitched slightly.
“What do you want to do?”
“I'm contacting DS 6 control now for further instructions, they may order us over the border. Standby.”
Haras sat back in her chair and looked out at the stars surrounding them. Patrol duty hadn't been what she'd had in mind when she'd chosen Attack Craft School at the Academy, however with the Dominion War over and the Romulan Star Emp
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Lessons in GenestealersCommissar Mauricius stared at the class of commissar cadets before him. So young, so fresh faced, so ignorant of the terrors they would face on the battle field and the darkness they would have to confront.
“Do you know anything about Genestealers?” asked Commissar Mauricius.
“They’re Tyrannid creatures, sir,” answered one of the bright-faced cadets.
“They are scouts for the hive fleet. A Genestealer infestation is normally followed by the arrival of the Tyrannid hive fleet in nearby space. But sometimes the hive fleet can take centuries to show up. Space is vast. The Imperium encountered Genestealers long before the Tyrannids first appeared.”
The Genestealers moved so quickly. Before the lieutenant could even raise a weapon, a Genestealer had sliced open his chest with its claw.
Commissar Mauricius looked with horror at the monstrous xenos. Blood poured down the carapace that covered its slender body. It’s pink head