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2830.12.02: Bluffs"Challenge," Delithita said, laying down the eight of Shade. Maria raised an eyebrow as she examined her own hand, calculating possibilities and hoping Delithita would not choose-- "Light."2830.12.02: Bluffs
Maria's lips thinned. Very often she won this game (having invented it in the first place was a good advantage), but every so often, Del trashed her quite efficiently.
She ran through her list of cards again. A ten of Shade and a two and a six of Life, all useless: black could not answer the challenge of the opponant's white. A two of Light and a two of Death, both opposite the Shade, but neither a match for the eight, nor both
by ~GhostsoftheAntipode
2830.11.19Location: Callisto2830.11.19
Date: November 19, 2830 1800
November 19,2830
1800 Hours Imperial Standard Reckoning
The subtle darkness of twilight falls on the Jovian satellite Callisto. With its dusty, cratered surface Callisto is quite possibly, the most heavily cratered planetary body in the Sol. The largest of the craters have long since faded from the surface, likely erased by the flow of its icy crust over several millennia. Despite the erosion of the largest craters in the thin carbon dioxide atmosphere of Callisto, the concentric impact rings from the craters are a clear reminder of days when the Sol had
by ~GhostsoftheAntipode
2830.08.10: Burning BridgesAnother scrawled signature and the admiral slid another vitualpaper across the screen of his desktop, pushing the report to the far corner, where he would not have to look at it. Signing off on the deaths of several dozen pilots was a difficult enough task without dwelling on it afterward.2830.08.10: Burning Bridges
The Tarazedi Alliance had made the mistake of transferring too many of its best pilots off Europa, a moon that had few defenses. IceBox was missing on Mercury, presumed dead, Ignatz was missing on Mercury, but alive (he managed to send brief squawks on his Myrmidon’s radio on occasion; extracting him was impossible, however, considering the
by ~GhostsoftheAntipode
2830.07.15: 16.21 GigahertzShe awakened slowly, the numbers echoing in her ears.2830.07.15: 16.21 Gigahertz
sixteen twenty-one gigahertz She blinked, staring blankly into space, realized it was not space at all but the sleek black console of her Apocalypse.
Her Apocalypse? No, she thought. It belonged to someone at the Antipode Imperial Garrison, someone long dead. She had pulled his radiation-charred body away from the console herself, buried the man under a cairn of rock out in the Mercurian sunlight, to lay forever beneath the barren rock he had given his life trying to protect.
sixteen twenty-one gigahertz
The computer interface was standard Imperial issue d
by ~GhostsoftheAntipode
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