A Love Letter to Space LegsAwoken from her deep sleep by the blaring sound of the ship's proximity alarm, Cmdr Sapphire vaulted from her bed, threw on her jacket and dashed to the bridge. Quickly surveilling the array of blinking panels and flashing screens, she got her bearings. ...
The Trouble with SnakesMy contact at Euclid Station told me the job would be simple. Get in, plant the mutagenic sample in the settlement's production equipment, and get out. Nobody was even supposed to know I was there. Don't get me wrong I'd met plenty of these guys...
