|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
The Copilot Chapter 5 When Rylin went back up to the cockpit, Captain Anderson was standing there with Joker and Alica. She walked over to them, glancing at Kaidan, who was in the co-pilot's seat. He turned and smiled at her, alerting the others as to her presence. Alica smiled before turning back to the window, fascinated by the view of the citadel growing larger in the distance as the Normandy approached. The bright lights washed over several ships and flying transport vehicles as Joker navigated the way through traffic to the docks.
"Citadel control, this is SSV Normandy, requesting permission to land," he spoke into an invisible microphone.
"Stand by for clearance, Normandy," came the reply. "Clearance granted. You may begin your approach. Transferring you to an Alliance operator."
"Roger, Alliance tower. Normandy
CiliciaI do not know the name I was born with for I was born a slave. I do not know the family I was born to for I was born a slave. All I know of the home where I never lived is the carved ivory mask and shells around my neck.
I follow no gods, I control my own fate and fight for none but myself and those I call brothers.
My name is Alastor given to me by the man who freed me and raised me as his own. Here I am among equals. We are pirates, some call us the enemies of the world we know ourselves to be nations of our own, we sail and fight under our own standards. We acknowledge no Empires, no rulers but the ones we choose.
We may die fighting but we have accepted this. We will die with a blade in our hand, and die free.
I am Alastor the son of Alkandros by adoption. I am a slave no longer. I am a man despite the darkness of my skin. I am heir to a proud warrior tradition. We are the enemies of world? Perhaps…
But we are so to Rome. I wear Roman coin
Letter to All S. Mundi Network Users The moment of transition was 7:34 AM today, July 17th, and this one was unique in that nobody saw it coming. Haverforth Diedeli finally stirred awake thirty-four minutes after his alarm clock began to buzz at him, and at the moment his eyes popped open and his brain started to churn out thoughts, he was the main man. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Haverforth was the single pivotal human out of the entire species, and in a span of seconds, we are sure you all noticed.
We would like to apologize for any inconvenience and offer this explanation:
Transitions like this are usually prepared for by S-Mundi network administrators. The Mindshare Protocols most often focus on a single human for a few decades, since they automatically route into the most intelligent human brain hooked into the network, and that doesn't change as often as you’d think. Ninety-five percent of human intelligences fall naturally into the range of below-average through super-geni
Conflict Within the Frozen Planet of IceskyThere are planets traveling around most of the stars. Some of them, like our Earth, orbit in that band we call the sweet spot, just close enough and just far enough from their star to yield life as we know it. These are the optimal planets with liquid water that baths in their sunlight. Each may sustain a biosphere that lives miles below the ground and liquid surfaces to miles above and throughout their gaseous atmosphere.
Then there are also worlds where life is locked beneath miles of frigid surface. One such planet shares a parallel evolution to our own earth. It is located somewhere midway between our own Milky Way Galaxy and its sister, the Andromeda Galaxy.
Icesky is in a tight orbit with others around a large gas planet that never ignited, never became a star. The sweet spot that allows life to evolve for millions of years on Icesky is its stable orbital distance which heats the core through tidal forces while still not tearing it apart. Icesky has a moon that holds its spin rel
Sturm und DrangMax Harper still wasn’t quite comfortable around Sturm and Drang. They seemed harmless enough now, even if they were rather wary of him when he’d first arrived, but they were still raptors. Or rather, they would have been called raptors back home. Here they were called tercels, and they didn’t particularly look like he’d always imagined raptors. He supposed that meant all the scientists were right, because the two animals looked nothing like the scaly, lizard-faced monsters of the movies and instead resembled nothing more than shaggy, long-tailed birds with short, powerful wings. It was those wings, and their feet, that worried him. Both bore large claws, wickedly curved and very sharp-looking.
Drang was reclining a couple feet away on the veranda, but Sturm was out in the yard playing with Maisie. As he watched the tercel chased the girl through the snow before she turned and faced him. She feigned a dash to the right before he squawked and covered the two mete
what the heck is thisInitiating systems check.
Life support; on.
Optic sensors; activated.
Propulsion drive; functional.
Predicted interference; minimal.
Estimated testing conditions; optimal.
Everything seemed to be functioning within normal parameters. Pressing a few final buttons on the dash, the young pilot tightened his grip on the steering handles before speaking. "Ensign Alphonse Prinz-Herschel, reporting for duty!" His voice rang out loud and clear over the comms, followed by his fellow officers reporting in as well. As usual, the captain gave them a briefing over the day's mission, telling them where they'll be meeting and what the daily goal is. Today they would practice manual navigation, relying on their own memory and knowledge to determine their location without being solely dependent on their ship's navigational systems; it would prove invaluable in case of unexpected interference due to multiple possible factors.
The training started off simple enough; deactivating th
The MessengerThe woman came to Gingloa at the head of an army, riding under the banner of House Agares. Though the majority of the army remained outside the city to set up camp, the message was clear: whatever the woman was here for, they would be wise not to deny her. As she rode down the central street accompanied by a retinue of mounted soldiers, the people stopped to watch her pass. Whoever she was, she was very wealthy. She wore a hauberk of steel maille over a knee-length crimson aketon, and over that her armor was thick bronze scales worked in the shape of feathers. Pinned to her shoulders was a cloak of crimson silk. Her pointed helm with its long nasal guard was steel, and at its peak were fastened three red feathers of command. A fringe of steel scales hung from her helm to cover her face and neck, but as she looked across the upturned faces of the townsfolk they could see she had the olive skin and dusky eyes of the Garanic tribes of the central Markheb. Behind her rode her s
Lord Peters, you sir, are well and truly screwedThe scandalous images of Lord Baptiste and his lover would confound and disturb the general public, leading to uproar, something Lord Peters couldn’t help but cackle about as he sat in his office. They had not held the vagabond in very high regard before, but surely after such a scathing article about him and his male bedmate, whatever respect they had for that fool would be gone! He would lose all his suppliers and his company would crumble, leaving room for him to swoop in and buy it on the cheap! Suffice to say this had Lord Peters very pleased. He spent that afternoon grinning ear to ear like a child on Christmas morning, but by nightfall, something did not feel right, and a cold shiver began to crawl down his spine. Dinner was set out, he did not eat, his bed was left made up, he did not sleep, something was bothering him, not guilt or remorse for his actions, but a feeling of dread. As dawn broke the next morning, and the paper was brought to him alongside a cup of his favo
Untitled Sci-Fi Experiment Part 2CHAPTER 5: RAVEN
"You'll have to name it, Raven, " Balthazar Edburg stated with a smile. "Barclay will be teaching you how to ride when it is broken."
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
Balthazar laughed. "You know, I'm not sure. This is a newly discovered species. Sexual dimporphisms haven't been determined. However....ummm....let's see....based on other, similar, species....the coloration and crest size indicate female."
Raven beamed with excitement. "Where did she come from? How was she caught?"
"I wasn't there to see her captured; you'll have to ask your mother about that when she's home next. The note she left with the animal says she was caught on Ra, a desert planet that's just being colonized....by humans anyway. Speaking of deserts, how did your report go? "
"Oh, it was OK. Sudan isn't a very interesting country. Can I pet her?"
"I think Braclay should tame her a bit first."
Raven stomped her foot. "What's the point
The Chronicle of Salem Fay (Installment 1)The Chronicle of Salem Fay.
Prologue: Dates of interest – The Great War
April 18, 2000: An archaeological dig in a once submerged Greek ruin, off the coast of modern day Crete, discovers a large, uniquely well persevered sealed Obsidian jar with gold inlay depicting the sealing of the first non-immortal beings.
May 4, 2000: Inscriptions on the jar show two forces. Existing before the Titans, they came in all shapes and sizes, due to the nature of their creation both races could each to some extent could shape the world around them. On one side the forgotten; a twisted and demonic race that wanted to turn against the gods. And the other side the Arcanum; a pure race that sided with the primordial gods against the forgotten. Between the two Forces the Arcanum were stronger and with the assistance of the gods began to win the war. However it shows that something happened to the forgotten, they became stronger and began to push back. Knowing that they would lose the Arcanum sacrifice
It appears you don't have PDF support in this web browser. Download PDF
Nervous MovementYou're a dime a dozen in a sea of billions.
Individuality has no significance in numbers so vast.
And while this fact makes looking forward hard
we can't keep living in the past.
You're a nervous movement in a freeze frame scene.
Steady hands won't help hold up such a fragile act.
And while you take your time keeping character
you fake what you can't take back.
With nothing more than a thought we form our actions
and this is where we extinguish the lie they tried to invent.
The lie that we painted our lives without passion
well conclusions are useless with no attempt to commence.
You're a song I can't name stuck in my head.
I've listened to you before and probably will again.
And while I can hum the melody all day long waiting
for it to hit me I still won't know where you've been.
You're a gust that has never changed direction.
Nothing can touch you you're only felt as you brush skin.
And while you can't be stopped nothing lasts
nothing escapes time not even the wind.
Keep in Touch!
Endorell-Taelos is very well known within the community for her selfless giving and gracious community spirit. Since joining DeviantART over seven years ago, Alicia has continued to make a positive impact on many deviants. Her helpful and thoughtful approach was one of her finest attributes when serving as a Community Volunteer, and this has continued throughout the many contests which Alicia provides on a regular basis. As we approach our Birthday celebrations, we can't... Read More