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Nooo they’re supposed to be chill

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The tunnel had steadily been widened as other side tunnels connected in, and they walked through a pair of large blast doors with the faded and peeling remnants of a truly ornate paint job into what Fergus immediately dubbed the Throne Room, mostly because of the throne at the far end.

Who…. took away all the stars…

Even though the man was shorter than Fergus, he was twice his width and oozed violence, like someone who fought like other people breathed.

Sidewinder was not an attractive ship, nor was it ever meant to be. It was small, mean, and fully committed to its business of being a predator of larger, nicer, richer vessels. It was compact and matte-black, nothing to break up its blocky outline except for a pair of enormous, solid arms that projected out from the front like straightened mandibles, or the horns of a devil’s purse: ramming arms.

Really enjoying that space pirates several hundred years in the future talk like old timey pirates

Noo don’t manipulate his concern for others😭

All his trepidation was now snuggled like a piece of fragile glass in a fine gold cushion of unbearable curiosity.

Oooh personal secretion cake… wow…

Note to self draw George demolishing bowl of pretzels

Whaaaaat. A friend took advantage of his good nature and desire to help😭

WHAT THE FUCK. He did all that to save people and minimize harm because he cares and out of the goodness of his heart and dedication to completing his promises and he gets yoinked away from every home he’s ever known and all his friends and the family he just discovered and rediscovered??????? At least he has his cat. But what😭😭 Messed up. Amazing.

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A 20 meter long cyborg stick insect comes up to you sniffs you and pokes at your stomach where freak aliens put electrical bee powers inside of you what do you do in this situation

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He was half-out of his workalls and struggled to free at least one leg as the van returned, belatedly, to its normal horizontal orientation with a crash. “Whiro, please try to keep all four wheels on the road,” he said. “Would you rather drive?” Whiro answered. “No.” “Then please be quiet. This technology is limited and requires my concentration.

“Can you take the wheel, Whiro?” “Happily,” Whiro said. Fergus straightened up and was climbing into the back of the van when it suddenly swerved, and he crashed shoulder-first into one of the seats. “Apologies,” Whiro said. “I forgot there is no up. Recalculating.”

One by one he picked up the real fragments and dropped them into the modified soda cans he had under the tray in the toolbox, capping and sealing them, but not before each one sang to him of doorways, and something else whispered and rustled and whined, a sound somewhere between the chatter of tiny insects and the click of ravenous machines, in a chorus of billions through that connection from the other side.

More the latter, he thought, which maybe meant it was time to get out of this business. He chuckled; unless he got those pieces, he WAS getting out of this business. All business, along with everyone and everything else.

‘Oh, hell, no, you just didn’t,’ he thought, and slapped his hand down on top of the napkin. It sang at him, full operatic electrical noise that felt like it had plucked his spinal cord like a bass string.

Sitting at the counter of the Deli Gute Esn on Kelly Station, Fergus knew when Francesco’s courier had arrived without needing to be informed. The core fragment entered his consciousness like someone slowly inserting a dart through his skull into the back of his brain.

concerns about that,” he said. “In the interests of expediency on the larger urgent matter, I suggest you leave them for later,” Whiro said. If the solar system got destroyed, he supposed it didn’t matter if a group of ships had figured out a way to justify being dishonest with their crew. ‘And hell, maybe a certain amount of dishonesty is a fundamental right of all beings,’ he thought.

“There are rules to the disclosure of party activity,” Whiro said. “The role of a character in-game allows for certain discreet actions, as long as no harm is involved or accidentally incurred, that do not need to be subject to the normal operating parameters of a player.” Fergus stared up at the ceiling? Which is how he pictured Whiro’s presence, since the ship’s voice came from up there. “I have