Read previous installments here. From the logs of Hoplite Sutton Asher: Six hundred twenty-seven days after leaving our crash site in the Odyssey, we arrived at Ithacor. Six hundred fifty-seven days I could have confessed
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The Doomed Voyage: Part 7
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Kyber Myla Bronson: I stared down at the system coming up on the navigational scanners. Scylla. From there it would only be a couple weeks to Ithacor.
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The Doomed Voyage: Part 6
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Kelust Anton Lomax: “Sir, I still don't think this is a good idea.” General Calix Weston paused in his preparations of the stasis unit. “We've been over
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The Doomed Voyage: Part 5
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Kyber Myla Bronson: It had been months since we'd had any contact with another living soul—which was hardly friendly—and weeks since the last habitable planet. The Kelust's
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The Doomed Voyage: Part 4
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Hoplite Sutton Asher: “All hands to battle stations!” Brigadier Martel's voice boomed over the Odyssey's intercom. I raced from the mess hall back to the bridge. We
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The Doomed Voyage: Part 3
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Kelust Anton Lomax: Of the three hundred-twenty-four men and women who'd boarded the battle frigate, only forty-six made it to the Odyssey. It had originally been designed
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The Doomed Voyage: Part 2
Read previous installments here. From the logs of Kyber Myla Bronson: I'll be flogged for sure this time. I thought as I raced down the hallway toward the last ladder down to the bridge. Maybe
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The Doomed Voyage: Part 1
From the logs of Hoplite Sutton Asher: Two million credits. That was the price of my soul. And if I'm being perfectly honest, he could have bought me for less than half that. I'd grown
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Angola LaGrange: The Faded Pink Road Part 5
The name’s Angola LaGrange, private investigator. What I thought was a simple retrieval job turned into something else entirely. On my way home with the goods—a graffitied pink flamingo—my car was tee-boned. Two gruff men
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The name’s Angola LaGrange, private investigator. My simple retrieval job turned into a nightmare. On my way out of town with an old pink flamingo, someone rammed my car. I came to in an old
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