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STC: Risan Holiday: PrologueSTC: Risan Holiday: Prologue by DrOfDemonology
September 25, 2268
The view of the Orion homeworld from the large window in the captain’s office was a good one, and Captain Cera Rigel leaned against the wall as she took in the sight. This was her first time in the system and she was, to be perfectly honest, rather nervous.
The Orion Syndicate was a well-known galactic power with an infamous reputation. The Orions didn’t have the military might or vast territory that the United Federation of Planets or the Klingon Empire had, but the touch of their green fingers could be felt for hundreds of light-years. They were merchants and pirates, businessmen and slavers. They didn’t care how they made their profits so long as the profits kept coming in.
Unauthorised ships who came to Orion without legitimate business were seized and the crews put into the slave markets. They were notably suspicious of any vessels from the Federation and checked their credentials carefully. Cer
STC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: PrologueSTC: My Big Fat Vulcan Wedding: Prologue by DrOfDemonology
In the universe, there are an infinite number of realities where people go about their lives, most utterly oblivious to the fact that such an infinite number of possibilities exist. For those who do know, this knowledge is more often than not considered to be too mind-bendingly overwhelming to think about, and they do their best to ignore it, usually over a hot cup of tea.
But this story is not about any such people.
The ones in this story are completely unaware that they have lived many different lives, being reborn again and again, destined to be the best of friends, bosom buddies, two peas in a pod… you get the idea. Their names are Cera and Garadun. These names were given to them when they first came into existence, and they’ve been stuck with them in one form or another through all their various lives. Let it not be said that Fate doesn’t have a sense of humour.
This is the story of Cera and Garadun
Eternity is not Immortal - PrologueEternity is not Immortal - Prologue by Qeztotz
The Sumnia/Dione war was one of the most widely told stories in the history of the Galaxy. There were bloodier wars, such as the Second Nuclear War and the Iapetus Uprising, and there were bigger wars, the Pan-galactic war and the Secession of the Djinn(also known as the first great rebellion) are by far many thousands of light years further reaching. So why was the Sumnia/Dione war the figurehead of warfare, the stories young warrior tribes told their children, and why was it the subject of so many studies? It is because it sounds like it was torn from a children’s storybook, from the tales of legend.
The largest human empire in the history of the galaxy, brought low by a single world. One immediately thinks of the legend of David and Goliath.
The war can be distinctly split into clear chronological ‘Phases.’
The first phase begins at the first point of contact between Sumnia and Dione. A probe
Arbet's Story: PrologueArbet's Story, PrologueArbet's Story: Prologue by theomegareaper101
“He’s gonna die”, growled Cassus. “Shut yer yap”, barked his companion. “That little bastard managed t’ last three days in th’ bloody desert ‘fore we found him again. A li’l drizzle like this won’t hurt ‘im at all.” “Fine. So, how much is this twerp worth?” asked Cassus. “A million dead, two million if we bring ‘im in kickin’. We’ll live like kings.”
Suddenly, a low groan came from the sodden bundle that the two had left outside their tent. “So he’s awake, eh?” said Cassus. Rising, he strode quickly to the bundle’s location, and began kicking it viciously. “Rise an’ shine, sleepyhead. Yer Uncle Cassus wants yer up, now.”
With another groan, the bundle rose, revealing itself to be a twelve-year-old boy. None too healthy-looking, pale, with shaggy black hair, the boy would have appeared completely nor
LAST DAYS Prologue + Ch. 1LAST DAYSLAST DAYS Prologue + Ch. 1 by SirKodiak
Prologue: It was 2573 September 12. It was nearly four hundred years after the Crimson war; most people in what’s left of the world have nothing. Some people have it all, Like the owner of New Vegas, The families that run the casinos’, the untouched countries or even the many factions out in the waste, but there are the three different armies fighting, mostly about there colonies, on other planets, The three armies are The Resistance, The Alliance, and The Corporation. These Three groups have been fighting each other since the War, well that’s what most people believe since that’s all they’ve been doing is killing each other. They tried a few different treaties but in all of them some one managed to find a glass bottle and a relatively sharp pencil.
But there are a good handful of people on earth that took up raiding other settlement and people and selling them as slaves, in and out of earth. There are some neutral space stations out there
For Our World shall Not be Lost Yesterday!The rustling resumed. Light remained shadowed by fog in the sky.For Our World shall Not be Lost Yesterday! by Paleo-King
A herd of colossal sauropods loomed behind the dense trees – they were too far to see clearly behind the foliage, but even at that distance they seemed to tower over Enjayu. Darius knew they were titanosaurs, from their wide bodies and nearly level backs. These ones had steeply sloping necks, similarly steep snouts, and their forearms were much shorter than their upper arms. Their hands were massive and straight, and each bore a heavy and unusually dark thumb claw. Their skin was cobalt gray tinged with blue near the spine, dappled with small white patches and studded with small oval plates of armor, ringed with dark, shiny scales, which though smaller than the plates, nevertheless stood out from the rest of their skin. The upper third of their necks was nearly white.
“What are they?” he asked.
“they are those whom your kind know as Argyrosaurs. They are obsessed with time. Listen closely to their
Star Dust.When Pop died, he'd already put his last affairs in order. The money was divided up equally among his six children, (most of) the jewellery was donated at his request and the house was to be sold to repay his final debts. We each got something by the end of it.Star Dust. by laurotica
"To Anjulie, I leave one of my most prized possessions." Though Tante Doralee read the will, I heard it in Pop's crinkled voice, smelling the words as the smoke of his cigars. "The bullet they pulled from my chest; I added the chain so I could carry it with me as a reminder of the horrors I've survived. Take it with you to the furthest reaches you travel, as I know you're headed for the stars."
He didn't know I literally was, and at the time, neither did I. Doralee dropped the piece into my open hand, adding under her breath, "If you ever lose this, no one will forgive you."
I wore it through my training in the Air Force, and I kept it around my neck when I test-f
Mass Effect | Ragnarok Legion - PrologueSystems Alliance Military Installation 0163 – Arcturus Station
Systems Alliance Space
2186 CE – Approximately two weeks after the destruction of the Bahak System
Systems Alliance Major Kristopher Dietrich stepped off the Kodiak shuttle, savouring the freedom of being able to fully stretch out his tall frame for the first time in what felt like hours. The sound of his boots striking the vast landing deck vanished amidst the clamouring voices of the maintenance crew, their attention split across the fleet of starfighters and shuttles that filled the bay. Stepping to one side, the major shot a rueful glance at the rapidly cooling engines of the Kodiak. From the exterior she was familiar enough, though being one of the newer UT-47A models the shuttle’s front mounted mass accelerator cannons still appeared to be an oddity. He hid a knowing smile. The designers might not have fixed the cramped interior, but at least they’d addressed some of the complai
5028: Phoenix Rising Prologue
In the year 2970, Humanity has stretched its reach into the nearby star systems, but hasn't found anything of worth, no new species yet, scientists needed a way to get them out further, deeper in the milky way galaxy and so, the prototype, Sparrow class ship was created, the first ship to have a functioning FTL drive, (all others before it could reach the speed of light, but not surpass it) which created basically a wormhole between point a and point b, allowing far faster travel, over greater distance. At the same time, scientists managed to develop a material to recode the genes of a living life force, allowing it to regenerate from any injury, to an extent. A life bar on their arm represented how much energy or "life force" was left within them. The first system with actual life forms of numerous types on different planets was named locally as the Blackwater System. There were two planets that were most similar to Earth, Draenica, and Monteria. Both would be able to sustai
Peaceful but an Impending Threat: Sol-nii X reader
It was a very long time ago when I was in my peaceful and normal state of releasing my solar particles. I kept observing all planets' motions in space. They were moving around my bright yellow shell. For me, I needed to keep this routine everyday. Indeed, it's a must to hang around with the other celestial bodies. I'm the most important being for them in order to receive sunlight and heat.
But, that very day, I never expected someone who came to our Solar system. I was afraid to see suspicious beings who entered like thieves in the night. They had large vessels and prepared to infiltrate at any moment. I knew that they were from a distant system. I saw their pale and dark faces as I carefully watched them. They were too powerful when they approached closer and closer. They were an army of evil sorcerers and chanted some spells of destruction.
They sharply stared and aimed at me, like I was their prey. I wanted
A Burden Shared 5A Burden Shared
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
“When my brothers and I stood against Unicron’s forces they drove us down deep into the Well,” he began slowly. “We held them off until the Prime was able to defeat the enemy but it took us very close indeed to the source of life.” He paused and seemed to be struggling with what to say. “Primus, our creator, our true creator, he spoke to me there. He spoke to all of my brothers. I cannot tell you what was said but we were given a charge. The reward for defending the Well once was the responsibility of defending it for all time after. But we are so very young…”
Predaking paused to gather himself and Jack glanced at Miko. That confession had clearly cost the Predacon quite a bit of his pride.
“There is so much for us to learn and I begged Primus to teach us. He told me that his words and teaching were already written in the
" We're here, onne-san, " the magenta-haired Japanese lady signaled her cyborg sister when they arrived to a large mansion using their Team America bikes.
" I-see-Ruriko-chan," her metallic older sister nodded. They were approaching to the Italian men dressed in suits who guarded the place. " We-are-here-to-see-the-someone. The-Greek-god-of-death-is-here."
" Ah yes, he's from the Serpent Faction," the man with a Mediterreanean accent replied and opened the door. " Come in." They followed him as the man picked up his phone to call for a reminder. He ended his short conversation and turned to the women. " Pluto wants to see you."
Entering the room, the cyborg sisters saw a middle-aged balding man dressed in a strange armor. Behind the man, the four Italian black suited men stood and glared at the sisters.
" Are they clean?" he raised his eyebrows and turned to his guards. They held an
Working with Mr. Perfect: Agent Y's POV
I headed back to the apartment that evening when my sister Agent R was preparing dinner. She put the food on the table as I entered. She was pleased to see me and I helped her to get the utensils from the cabinet. We began to eat our meals together.
" Sis , are we supposed to wait for W and B?" my sister curiously asked.
" B is still on a mission in Remnant," I replied when I took a glass of water. " W is with Jemma and Fitz at SHIELD HQ for their lab activity."
" Oh, I see," R nodded. " Looks like, we're the two of us remaining here. It reminds me of the old days with dad, Uncle Qrow and in Beacon Academy." I chewed and swallowed my food when she was thinking of her question to me.
" How's your work in the 'Nerd Jail'?"
" Nerd Jail?" I startled and raised my pitch.
" Before we and the SHIELD guys came in MIB, Big Bro P's office is well-known as.... "THE NERD JAIL"!!" R evilly grinned and spoke i
Night Shift Alien Contact: Double Burn x Reader
You had been recruited to the MIB 2 weeks ago with the help of Agents J and K after an alien encounter in your place. It was weird that you met people dressed in black. Somehow, you found it very strange and exciting to work on a new job in the World's Secret Organization.
Looking at the newly-arrived aliens, someone tapped your shoulders. You slowly moved your head when you saw a maroon-headed woman in her late twenties. She tapped your shoulders and smiled at you.
" Hey, there! (Y/n)" the lady greeted. " Did Miss O assign you in the 37-hour Centaurian shift?"
" Yeah, R," you nodded and felt reluctant to do it. " I'm used to field work with the other Agents and people from SHIELD on a 10 hour duty. I don't think I can't survive that."
" Well, get used to it!" she shrugged and laughed. " You'll be having an Insomnia, afterwards!"
" What?!" you exclaimed in disbelief. " Seriously?"
Mass Effect: New Years
TRS Office Lobby, Thompson-Ramos Security Tower, Milgrom, Bekenstein, Boltzmann System, Widow Nebula, December 31, 2195
Well wishers waved as I walked past. Near the dessert table Rodan mimicked fighter maneuvers with his hands to a crowd of excited pilots. Chambers clung to Giala's arm as they walked around the giant Christmas tree in the center of the lobby. I ordered it be kept in place until Epiphany. In a dark corner, Oriana sat on Pasha's lap, his long hair draped over the back of the chair. How he managed to cram all of it into his helmet must be a quarian state secret. Bryn and Jacob cut a rug to some old timey electro swing. I grabbed a bottle of the finest bubbly on my way to the executive elevator.
The doors closed behind me. Milgrom stretched beyond the elevator glass wall. Thousands crowded into Herschel square. .Gigantic holos dueled for the crowd attention with their version of the countdown to midnight amidst a barrage of commercials. The elevator arrived at the p
A New Day - Chapter FourTitle: Mass Foundations: A New Day
Game: Pre-Mass Effect 1
Characters/pairing: Original characters
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to BioWare and EA.
Chapter Four: Welcome to the Alliance
Location: Boston, Massachusetts
The clock struck about a quarter after 2 PM, and the bell rang.
Almost everyone in the classroom rushed to the exit. Eric sat at his desk and waited. He wasn’t a big fan of crowds. Crowds smell and as the name would imply, they were crowded, having little space to move around in. Soon as everybody else left, he gathered his textbooks and papers, said goodbye to his Chemistry teacher, and left the classroom.
It was Friday and close to summer. In fact, Eric was almost done with 9th grade.
He walked down the hallways at East Boston high School and made his way to his locker. Opening it, he grabbed his blue-lined backpack and stuffed it with his books and papers. He put his backpack on and closed the locker.
Eric went to the
A New Day - Chapter ThreeTitle: Mass Foundations: A New Day
Game: Pre-Mass Effect 1
Characters/pairing: Original characters
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to BioWare and EA.
Chapter Three: The Little Things
Location: Boston, Massachusetts
The spring air was fresh after a day’s worth of April showers. The sun showed itself through the parting clouds, revealing the sky above. Long grass swayed and parted in the wind, the drops of water falling off each blade.
It was a special day for Eric, and he wasn’t alone in the park.
It had been less than a week since his father had returned from his recent tour in Afghanistan. While his job as an intelligence analyst kept him safe from the combat zone, the whole family was still glad to see him alive and well. On the surface, Tomas Grimes looked pretty much the same before he went to Afghanistan. He was a pale, middle-aged man of medium height, clean shaven with short, dark hair. His eyes were hazel, rimmed by
ANN News: Ancient Song Awes Audiences
From: Alliance News Entertainment Desk
September 10, 2197
Ancient Song Awes Audiences
By Joan Calder
TAYSERI WARD,THE CITADEL- The asari singer Jiala Janios powerful performance of a recently translated song from the Lengk archives found in the Ybarra Cluster (see New Pre-Prothean Culture Discovered) brought the assembled audience to their feet. The 50,000 strong audience gave the performance a five minute standing ovation. The Larathos Intuition children choir joined Janios in the audio visual performance that included holographic imagery extracted from the archives. The story of the Lengk unfolded through the recreation of the journey of an ancient solar barge as it flew past the former civilization's home worlds. The audience saw images of places, peoples and species extinct for over 400,000 years standard.
Jiala Janios will join Immu, the Lengk synthetic found in the ruins, in a tour across Citadel space.
5028 Insight V2 Finale
Transit to Celestial Plains
“So explain how exactly we’re going to make it onto the Plains.” Lux asked, “Because as it’s come to my attention, no one has actually managed to get there and back.”
“It’s simple.” I began to explain, “There are two tricks to getting in there safely. The Plains exist in a pocket dimension which has a link through a shifting wormhole in the center of the galaxy. As you’re passing through that wormhole, you need to be broadcasting a certain frequency. If you get the right one, it sends you right to the Soulless base. Only the Soulless Commanders know what the frequency is.”
“And thankfully, we have one with us.” Manda chimed in, leaning forward, looking at me. “So that’s the first trick. What’s the other one?”
5028 Insight V2 Part 4
I groaned as I came to, shaking my head to help wake myself up. As I opened my eyes, I found myself hanging by the straps that held me to the co-pilot chair, suspended over the shattered windshield of the Olympus, over a white cliff face. I grunted as I attempted to shift in my restraints, getting a better look around me. Lux hung similarly to me, still unconscious. I strained to attempt to find Manda, but couldn’t look very far back. I knew I’d have to get out and look around more thoroughly, but I knew the second I was free of the chair’s restraining grips I would be falling. I stared straight down, my hand hovering over the locking mechanism on the belts that held me there, trying to force myself to move.
When I finally mustered up enough courage, I pressed down, the straps sliding away. I let out a startled shout as I began to drop, stretching out my arm to grab the edge of where t
5028 Insight V2 Part 3
Ilisa Te Raí
From the go, it was obvious that Ilisa Te Raí was in no way similar to Solra in its construction. Comparatively, there was a lack of art here over from Solra, at least on the exterior. What little of it was there was in the form of aesthetic designs inlaid with some form of shimmering blue stone I hadn’t come across before. This temple wasn’t built into anything either. Rather, it stood tall and proud as three faced, domed pyramid, a stairway leading up the center of all faces, ending at what appeared to be an open room at the top. Plantlife had begun to start to overrun the ancient structure, covering a lot of the brown and blue with touches of green and orange. Lux and I had begun climbing the steep slope of the steps, making our way up to the peak of the temple. Once to the top, Lux took a look around.
“Right, so, the door. Supposed to be around here somewhere.”
5028 Insight V2 Part 2
Transit to Monteria
There was something cozy about the Olympus. It had this general welcomeness and hominess about it. The galley area was brightly lit and filled with old posters and action figures, as well as a few ancient dvds. Despite these small things, the interior of the ship seemed pretty well kempt, contrasting the exterior of the ship. The cockpit in itself had a sort of closeness to it that made it feel comfortable. It was also a lot darker up here, with only the faint light of monitors and warped space flowing around the ship like a blue and black ocean. Beside me, in the pilot’s seat, unmoved, was Lux. He gazed straight ahead, the knuckles on his hands, curled around the wheel, a pale white.
“Hey, you okay?” I asked, “You haven’t loosened up since we left the Sparrow.” He didn’t move, nor did he answer, I pushed, “Lux, what’s wrong?” He let out a
The lessons of fanfiction so farI experiment with web content constantly as part of my work. I start new sites and fill them with content just to see how people react. That's what my post on the Bioware forums was, what this site I started originally was. Both surprised me with the audience reaction.
I've been learning a lot from these fanfic experiences. Here's what I've got so far:
1) Quality does not necessarily mean more hits/popularity; in fact, it seems like the lower the quality and more populist the topic, the higher the hits. However, the popularity is only temporary.
2) Regular updates (not necessarily fast updates) will bring more repeat visitors, even on a less populist story
3) Popularity and level of engagement (e.g. comments and follows) do not go hand-in-hand
4) Irregular reviews tend to be more helpful than gushing reviews for every chapter, but the latter bring more overall
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