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Space Captain Starke and the Refugees of Ubtes
Published on 31. Oct, 2009 ... written by Shae Tiann.
His Zealot’s shields were completely gone, and lasers were nibbling at the edges of his armour when Alistair’s comms crackled to life.
‘Hey, Al, would you do us a favour?’
‘Good to hear you, Syl. You’re not back in Dal, are you?’
‘Our tower in Ebodold. We’re going to step this up a bit. Open the door for [...]
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Space Captain Starke and the Slaver Fleet of Amarr
Published on 24. Oct, 2009 ... written by Shae Tiann.
The wrecked battleship, though wing-clipped, was anything but dead: over the years, the escaped slaves had worked to restore and adapt its systems to meet their needs, and the soft rumble of pumps and generators had for decades been a comfort.
Scall was particularly proud of her work on the sensor and communications arrays. After taking [...]
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Space Captain Starke and the Pride of Matar
Published on 16. Oct, 2009 ... written by Shae Tiann.
The quad was quiet, a steady rain pattering down to flatten the straggly grass and form tepid puddles in the hollows. From the surrounding buildings, the chatter of conversation could be heard, muffled by the thick transparent panels which had been cannibalised for use as windows from the wrecked Apocalypse. Its golden bulk, rain-slicked and [...]
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Space Captain Starke and the Tribal Renegades
Published on 25. Aug, 2009 ... written by Shae Tiann.
‘What do you think’s going to happen?’
‘Did a spy tell the bad guys Capt’n Starke was there?’
‘Why did Capt’n Starke make his guys go through the gate ‘steada fighting?’
‘What d’ya think’s gonna happen?’
For the rest of the week, the children could talk of nothing else, peppering the adults with unanswerable questions. ‘Space Captain Starke’ had [...]
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Space Captain Starke and the Tribal Liberation Force
Published on 15. Aug, 2009 ... written by Shae Tiann.
Sylar Starke strode through the corridors of the Tribal Liberation Force logistic support station in Hek, confident and self-assured. On the outside at least. Inwardly, he felt awkward and uncomfortable in this place, heart of the Minmatar Republic’s militia organization, and despite Alistair Avion’s presence at his side, his first instinct was to turn on [...]
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