Beginning-WIP
"warp emergence in 5...4...3...2...1" counted sylvester no sooner did we exit we were hailed with a fire storm of everything, of course it all being in training mode "hey puff, set training mode and open fire" i said into the comm
Guardians: Downfall
Kijani shouted after clicking his comm badge. "eta thirty seconds!" came the skunks voice.
Days of Our Lives (Star Fox)
He passed the ape's comm in front of his own and scanned it for id, sucking his teeth when nothing interesting came up. must just be thugs looking to swipe and sell the data.
Worlds Apart - Chapter Nine
Pulling out his stylishly slim comm, he muttered something into it that dan was too far away to hear. he stood fiddling with the buttons on dan's comm, and a moment later the floor rumbled beneath them.
Space Station Shashka
He waved to jamie and walked over to the relay comms station. sam was a panther master of relay comms systems. he was a veteran astronaut who knew all the ins and outs of the complex subsystem. his crewmates presence was an instant boner killer.
Planetfall
Ash keyed his comm but received no response. he tried twice more before dante interrupted, “we can figure it out during extraction. we need to move, boss.” “agreed.”
Worlds Apart - Epilogue
"please keep your comm with you, charged and powered on at all times. the most current information will always be available on your comm at address 100.100.100.001, where information will be updated every hour, on the hour.
Caelus Aurum (3 of 3)
Crevan spoke over the sounds of passion coming from lethys' end of the comm. "you've got a job to do. report back when you've got the cable in place."
Leviathan
As soon as doyle did, a voice crackled over the poor comm-line. their array must have taken hits because the volume faded in and out as if their comms-officer was playing with the mic volume.
Mommy's Cocksleeve. (COMM)
**Warning: The following story contains, Incest, Mind Control/Mind Break, Physical Alteration(Without Gore) and Forniphilia.** **All characters are over the age of 18.** **Mommy's Cocksleeve.** _Written by HumbleHeretic_ _Commissioned by...
Make Them Pay.
I tried to demand a sitrep over the comm., but all i could do was slur my broken mouth.
MoonDust, Chapter 26
"if there was a working satellite, wouldn't our suit comms have picked it up?" "that depends on how many satellites and their orbital arrangement.