3.7 - Lightning in a Snow Storm
The communications station lit up with colorful, flashing lights, as well as audible beeps and trills. Ketchy, adjusting the silver listening device in her cocked, angular ear, announced, "Captain, we're getting distress calls." "Plural?" "Yes,...
3.6 - Hard at Work
"Juneau insists that snow rabbit vessels lack color." "And what do you think?" Oliver asked, fitting a wall panel back into place. It clicked and stayed. "I think I am mostly grey. And you are mostly white." A playful pause, swishing her fluffy...
3.5 - Afterimage
"It's been a week. He still can't sleep at night. Tosses and turns, wakes up constantly, telling me his heart hurts," Adelaide explained, leaning in the doorway to the doctor's office. In sickbay. Hugging herself with her wing-arms. She looked...
3.4 - No Hiding Place
Pyro furrowed his grey brow and flashed his paw-beacon around. It was so dark in here. Almost as dark as his mood. "It doesn't make sense for them to go deeper underground. The further down they are, the fewer avenues back to the surface. They're...
1.7 - Black and White All Over
"When Sheila mentioned you were interested in me, I wasn't sure what to think." "Oh? You weren't flattered?" "I was. Of course," Seward amended quickly, glancing at the skunk. He paused for a moment, politely adding, "I just don't know much about...
1.6 - Avenging Angel
"We haven't heard from Reverie since she left," Seldovia mentioned, fiddling with a silver earpiece. "Or 'it' left ... no, that doesn't sound right. She? Is it weird that we anthropomorphize ships?" No response. "Lieutenant?" Or was it...
1.5 - Acceptable Risk
The docking arm extended. "Reversing polarity of the mag-lock," the pilot said. Mirabelle, a lieutenant. Her white-furred, black-clawed fingers flew over the controls with practiced ease, bobtail sticking through the tail-gap in her chair. She was...
1.4 - Reverie
It was mid-morning. Petra's comm-badge chirruped. "What?" she muttered. "Hello to you, too." It was Seldovia, up in Ops. "Reverie has docked. Airlock decompression and decontamination is underway. You ready to greet them?" "I am. Me an'...
1.3 - Leave the Light On
Seward rolled from one side to another, breathing raggedly, keeping his eyes closed. Trying to get comfortable. His bare, white-furred body was covered by a single sheet and two blankets. It was nighttime, but rest alluded him as dull, roving pains,...
Sand Dollar Rich
A slow, deep breath, like a reconciling. Sun-washed and surf-scented. Warm and wet, with the sweet-yet-tangy taste of some recently peeled (and, of course, eaten) oranges lingering in her maw. Clementine, was the variety. Small in size, but no less...
So Nice
" ... what? It's not cannibalism if it's not the same species. And it's ... " A damp, trailing exhale, skin glistening evenly with moisture. A sign of health. The new lotion Briscoe had given her seemed to be working. For now. " ... it's not even close...
Morning Glory
Unaided by any alarm, the sleepy squirrel suddenly stirred. Breathing slowly, at first. Drifting out, out ... eyes side-darting beneath their lids ... ... and drifting, like the tide, pulled by gregarious gravity. Back in. Back to being ... ...