Catch a fistful of sky

Old friends reuniting in a new place

June 11, 2010
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Leah stepped through the remains of the Naith ship, gingerly stepping through the ruined remains of a doorway. The ship had crash landed after being shot out of orbit in the battle that had raged in the heavens a few years ago. Now all that was left was the remains of a Naith Garden class mothership, one of the only ones not to activate its self destruct protocol.

As an all around tech specialist with a background in alien literature, Leah felt lucky to be part of the expedition that had recently landed on Cassius IV. It was a small team, made up of several generalists and two specialists, herself and Archivist Emily O’Leary.  All the members were humans, though there was talk of Old Bloods and Bhae Chaw being sent in to add in their perspectives.  She picked up one of the spheres that the Naith used in the place of books,and it glowed to life, projecting a series of dashes and glyphs that were the Naith language. The line scrolled vertically, telling its story. After a moment of playing with it, she realized she could control the speed by rotating her wrist up and down. Just as she was about to delve into whatever story the sphere was telling, she heard footfalls coming down the hall. O’Leary popped her head the wreck of a doorway, careful not to snag her black utility uniform on any of the twisted metal.

“Anything interesting?” the archivist asked.  Leah turned to regard the sphere, and then shook her head.

“I can’t tell. I just picked it up and I’m was just about to start looking at the glyphs.  This is my first time even handling one of their scribe globes,” Leah admitted. Emily looked over her shoulder at the flashing glyphs, and then shook her hair, pushing a strand behind her ear.

“Well, you might as well bring it with you. We have guests coming in,” she said, stepping fully into the room and looking at a piece of Naith calligraphy art that had fallen on the floor.  It was a banner meant to be hung at an angle, the calligraphy that was inscribed seemed like it was hastily scribbled over and over again.  Looking closer, you could start to see patterns that were formed in the strange Naith glyphs. Emily pulled her gaze away, realising Leah had said something. “What was that?”

“What do you mean, guests?” she said, tucking the sphere into a drop pouch that rested against her thigh. She was wearing the same utilities that Emily had on. Grey in color, short sleeved, pockets over each breast and cargo pockets on the pants. The shirt closed at the front with a micro velcro system and the material was rip proof, more or less and adjusted to the climate she was in. All in all, it was rather basic.

“Guests. We’re official. The Science Division is sending an Engineer over to help survey the ship and get us ready for a real expedition coming here. Its our show, but they’re providing more funding and manpower than the Titan Scholastica ever could,” she said, smiling widely. Leah returned her grin tightly, not so sure that Imperial interest so soon was a good thing.

“So how much longer do we have before they arrive?” Leah asked.

“That’s the thing,” said Emily, “they’re in orbit right now. I guess they’ll be ready by the time dinner is served down here.” Emily began stepping out of the room, waiting for Leah to follow and continue their conversation.

“They? I thought you said they were only sending an Engineer,” Leah asked. She stepped through and walked alongside the hallway, balancing herself against the walls when the floor jutted up.

“Yes, but I guess there’s a pilot and security staff or something. The war against the Peacers has been over for a few years now, but we’re in the boonies out here, and flare ups are still common,” Emily noted with a shrug. She hopped down to the shimmering blue grass and gave Leah a hand.

“Well, let’s go see what Leon has made for our very official guests. If I have to eat reformed meat and vegetable medley one more time, I’m going to gnaw his ear off.  Our guests should be good for actual fresh food, I hope” she said.

~

Carmen checked the landing protocols as she descended into the friendly atmosphere of Cassius IV. A hurricane was raging on the other side of the planet that took up more degrees of longitude and latitude then she wanted to think about, but that was to be expected with terraforming. The silver lenses sealed over her eyes streamed data on the left side, and she cycled through it with a series of blinks, giving commands by scrunching her nose and focusing on commands with her right eye. As her fingers moved over controls, she guided the plane into a controlled descent that would have them on the ground at the expedition site in about ten minutes.

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Still moving along

April 18, 2010
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Yesterday was quite a day. 6 hours of kung fu with Master Mullins, who taught us a pretty keen Tiger kata. I tested for my yellow sash, and passed. But right now for today I don’t want to think about kung fu. I’m going to practice my forms some more this week but lordy am I sore in places I didn’t even know I could be sore. Flying out for Washington today. Looking forward to this trip of mine.


Another bit of the story.

April 15, 2010
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Kip frowned under his visor after Reaper severed the connection. “I think I may have just stepped on my dick there,” he told her as she turned about, toward the sound of Peacer jump jets.

“If they laughed its a good sign. Its when they’re quiet you have to worry about them,” Delah said, firing off a shot or two into melee ahead. It was more for the Rulonian’s morale than to hit anything, to let him know help was almost there. Kip didn’t say anything. He was focusing his will into molding his dreamblade into a curved blade, for slicing the delicate series of hoses and wires that were part of the enemy’s jump packs. It responded easily, having tasted fresh blood, and slid into the desired shape.

“They’re certainly not quiet, they scream into battle like meteors, and they blast the most ridiculous song when they decide to show up,” Kip observed, firing his pistol ahead at blue white targets.

“See, calling their song ridiculous is what would get you killed,” Delah said. “Gameface, partner.”

“Good thing I have your steadying influence,” he told her,  “Dismounting after the first pass,” he said as they entered the fray.

~

Commando-Sergeant Major Jersey laughed as he killed the com to the rider on the ground. “What the hell does he know about our type of mission?” The men around him laughed, their chuckled muffled by the helmets they wore. Painted with a skull patina, they glowed blue in the lights of the drop pod as it began its decent. They sat back best they could, the heavy plates of their battle armor made sitting for extended periods of time an uncomfortable experience, especially when locked into a drop pod. The rest of their armor was a glossy black, sucking up the light.  One commando was playing with a haptic hologram, working through personel files, and he gave a surprised grunt.

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KUNG FUUUUUUUU

April 7, 2010
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So kung fu went really well. Everyone seemed really friendly and I learned a bit more about striking and stuff. I particularly liked that it was pretty laid back. When we went to grappling, I started to shine there. I ended up being paired up with a brown belt. In my opinion my technique was a bit sloppy and a lot of it seemed to be me leveraging my weight and strength to sweep or takedown. Regardless, they seemed pretty cool with it, and said I would enjoy the grappling takedown sessions that they have. So far I’m pretty happy with it.

In other news I need to go find an optomitrist, dentist, and doctor this week. Time to get this crap taken care of.


Its a lot of people

April 2, 2010
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I saw my first groups on the MSS today. When you see 40 bodies on screen you wonder if there is anyone left down in Mexico.

I am trying to get this travel card thing squared away. I don’t know how its going to end up but I hope I can pull it out of my ass. Wish me luck.

Kung fu starts on Tuesday. I am a little anxious but pretty excited to get started. I just don’t like being around strangers too much. Seems like a pretty friendly environment – just don’t want to look a fool.

Snapped at some faggot on the radio today. I think I am just overreacting a bit to some other people though, to be honest. It feels like my back is STILL up against a wall, even though that might not be the case. Do I have to fight again to make my point? Might be the way it has to be. Always fighting. Always a soldier.


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Ugh

March 31, 2010
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Sorry I haven’t been around. Just been busy and passing out all of a sudden a lot.

Had my birthday, which was nice. Wissle (buddy from work) came up and we did some drinking and serious bullshitting. It was good to catch up with him. Then we made mojitos all night and played Wii and LIFE (hurf durf) until we passed out. Then Tiffany and myself went to BJs Brewery. I had got pretty tanked off their delicious beers and had some fish tacos.

Today I went and signed up for kung fu lessons. So I will let you know how that works out.


NO TIEMPO!!!!! CHINGADARO!

March 25, 2010
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Or is it chingadero? Ah fuck it. Chingao.

Anyway, I don’t know where the time went. I passed out last night and that was it, and now here it is almost one and I’m like holy shit, where did all my time go?

Anyway, I made some delicious crab soup. Back to bed now. Gotta be up early to defend Amercuh from terroristas.


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Turn around turn around

March 24, 2010
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The roughest thing about coming of a three day weekend is the turn around. Got about 90 minutes of sleep last night and I am beat right now. Took Remington for a walk and now I’m going to bed.

Work was a SHIT VORTEX. Glad I managed to avoid the station.


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Happy Sunday

March 22, 2010
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Did nothing but sit around and dick off. Went to Sauce for dinner with Tiffany. It was damn good. I notice that there are many restaurants with what I think of as a “west coast” configuration because I don’t see them out east.  Order your food, sit down, and they bring your food to you. Pei Wei, Chilpolte, Sauce are just to name a few. All pretty dang good.

Starting phase two of P90x. Its a workout!!!!

Looking at airline prices right now before starting ab ripper X. I want to go back to old country (delaware) this May and I am comparing prices. Looks like Delta/US/United et al all have better prices than Southwest but I know I am going to get gouged going in and coming out. Fuck that noise.  Thankfully I can fly armed (!!!) and avoid all the nonsense with security and stripping down to my asshole so some fat woman in a hijab can stare at me.


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Lady Gaga

March 21, 2010
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Everytime I hear a song from The Fame, I get to thinking about driving to Alburquerque by my lonesome on the weekend while I was at the academy.  It was always at night, and the fields were lonely as hell. Driving from Artesia to Clive’s Corner was a long drive, and you’d be lucky if you saw more than three cars in 130 miles. A lot of the time it was snowing. When you come into ABQ, you drive down through the mountains and into a valley, and it really does look pretty magnificent when you hit it at night. Spreads out for forever. Phoenix does the same thing sorta when you come down from Flagstaff, but this looks much more impressive in my minds eye.

Let’s see, there was a Jasmine, an I forget, an Elaine, another I forget (but she was a Desi so whoo), a Kate, and a Hazel. I remember going up on Universal drive and seeing the whole city spread out under me while driving to another bad romance.

I still can’t hear some of those songs without either thinking of riding on a shitty bus to or from Roswell or placing my hand against the window of the rental I was driving just to have a contrast between the warm car and the wind outside. Driving through towns where the water was gone and they had died but they didn’t know it yet and being intensely creeped out.


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Paratrooper. Correctional Officer. Federal Agent. Hello world, these are my thoughts and this is my story.

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