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“Decks two and three are secure, captain.” Torril, a scrawny elf with an irregular haircut and patchwork military garb said after he checked in with the pirate teams sent to those floors onboard the small transport. Captain Morellane heard his pirate’s statement, but did not acknowledge the man; instead he moved slowly through the bridge, taking his time to look at every panel and operator station. The ship’s true commander, Haren, was laser cuffed and gagged to a chair on the bridge; Mojave, and Torril flanked the lieutenant commander as Morellane nosed through data files and perused outdated equipment. “This

From his position at the rear of the lounge, Arzon observed the pirates systematically clear each cabin and cuff all of the occupants inside. Three of the pirates then escorted all the second floor passengers and crewmembers to the lounge and shut the doors to the temporary holding area. The other three pirates went to the rear of the hallway to inspect the ship’s power core. These outlaws were good, but not great. Arzon noticed they laser cuffed only their victim’s wrists, not their legs. He also observed that the make of the laser cuffs were of an inferior design, a strong enough electrical current could short out the laser bind

Arzon’s mind raced when he saw the yellow warning lights flash; he wanted to get home to his family. Arzon tried to still his nerves and think; slowly thoughts coalesced in his conscious and began to flood his mind with what seemed like an infinite supply of scenarios and solutions. Arzon squinted with pain and swooned slightly, he had to put a bracing hand against the window to avoid from keeling over. His head hurt, and even more scenarios flooded his memory. Within fractions of a second he was only thinking about the ship and the possible problems associated with it. Arzon’s brain operated at a much higher rhythm than an avera

“ETA,” the gruff voiced, gruff faced elven captain of the non-descript transport ship ordered. Captain Haren was a weathered, middle-aged elf with decades of experience commanding starships. The man started his young life piloting the vessels through space for the Rapublica navy, and then for the Duende Territories Department of Corrections after his military service ended. “Uhm, twenty two more hours, sir,” Answered Junior Officer Benteen, a fresh-faced elf with only a few months experience serving onboard Haren’s ship. Less than a year ago, Benteen graduated from college; the junior officer’s eyes were f

Chapter One Putting in work Quan checked the time displayed on his wristwatch for the fifth time in the last hour and a half. The dark skinned elf was nervous, Mel could feel the small car shake and vibrate in response to his companion’s rapidly beating heart. Mel laughed silently to himself and refocused his gaze on a severely run down apartment complex that was barely standing. The two elven men sat in there car, parked in the middle of a weed infested, trash littered vacant parking lot, and passed the time with a terrible music selection from the local radio stations, a few downtrodden apartment dwellers meandering through the compl

The point dug in, through the rough cotton clothing and past the top most layers of skin, piercing the under flesh. Searing, localized pain bit the man's senses at the blade's protrusion; but, he did not struggle for fear of tearing and cutting himself – causing more damage – or the consequence that would undoubtedly be imposed by his monstrously powerful captor. Tal Elmerson rode on a massive breed of horse, in front of very large and volatile Grocc who forcefully removed him from his dwelling earlier that morning. A double–barreled shotgun blast from less than five meters distance did little to slow the brute as it swatted aw

'Old man' Weins wiped down several, moist, glasses with a dry cloth as he mentally tuned out the wave of volume engulfing his Inn's saloon and foyer tonight. Weins had either ran, or co-ran, the Quiet Trails Inn for fourty years; he was quite proficient in blocking out the clamor. His family had started the Inn so many decades ago when they had fled from their previous home in the northeastern states, like countless others scrambling desperately to get away from what would become known as the Tri-State's War. Weins' family left everything behind as they fled to escape cruel mistreatment at the hands of one of the battling tycoon's private arm