AN UNEXPECTED PASSENGER.




It had been a quick raid on the Prosperitan base, but a fruitful one. They had managed to acquire some useful and valuable things, some of which they were running low on.
Azzogh was in the corridor of the ship, when Zorgo, still kitted out in his armoured clothing, tapped him on the sho[...]

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JUST ANOTHER PATROL.




The Prosperitan Starfighters were the pride of the fleet and of the fighter squadrons. Blue Squadron were one of the most renowned and finest of them all. Well, at least, that was what they were told in training and they were happy to continue believing it. It gave them a sense of pride and uni[...]

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A RISKY VENTURE.




I'm sitting in the free excercise room on the ship I now call my home, most of the time. It's a rough old boat, but, by the old gods, it has lots of character! And it works as well as any of those fucking Prosperitan vessels! Just as well, or we'd all be dead long ago. The old terror of space a[...]

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