There’s No Need to Panic

Brin was tossed and jostled by the press of the panicked crowd. She could see the airlock at the end of the docking arm. The enormous tetra-redundant voidglass panels had been designed to give disembarking passengers an awe-inspiring view of the nebula while impressing upon them the prowess of the mighty Republic. But now it… Continue reading There’s No Need to Panic

Last Days on Chalkydri

The sky was red, brighter at the horizon, and streaked with the trails of charged particles. It made Jaro think of a blood orange. He was hungry. No fresh fruit around though; just pallets and pallets of MREs. He grabbed one off the top—calf's liver dumplings, ugh—and tossed it back. On second thought, he wasn't… Continue reading Last Days on Chalkydri