In my Father's Footsteps. Ch 1

**Chapter 1** Just behind this ramshackle door is the start of my journey. My name is Dustyn, and I am hunting a kobold. All the info points to it being just behind this door. Griping my short sword tight and at the ready, kobolds are notorious for...

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Lucario x Greninja

# Lucario x Greninja Closing my eyes, I focus on my power. Shifting the flow down my arm and into my fist, I let the power build until my hand burns with strength. Opening my eyes, I roar, "Focus Punch." Slamming my fist into the sandbag...

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Silent

# Silent Capping the fragile bottle, I breathe a sigh of relief and remove my mask. I slid it over to sit with the others and re-read the job request. Talic Mortien Traider emploied by the Macten Compainy Location Merun...

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UCR - Ratum

# UCR-Ratum Walking down the pristine hallway of the UCR-Ratum, I count the doors. Double-checking my coms, I find the right door. Pressing the button to alert the occupants that I have arrived, the ship's computer opens the door. Surprised by the...

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UCR - Ratum (Ouricel Pt 3)

# UCR - Ratum (Ouricel pt 3) Feeling a soft breath on my neck, I realized I too, fell asleep. I noticed that Ouricel had also moved well as I slept. Her legs are now nestled into my side, and her chin rests on my shoulder. Her breath...

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UCR - Ratum (Ouricel Pt 2)

# UCR - Ratum (Ouricel pt 2) UCR - Ratum (Two Days Left) Sprinting down the hall, I see the little yellow tail turn sharply into another hallway. "Rahro!" I shout, "What are you hiding?" Bouncing off the wall, I...

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UCR - Ratum (Ouricel Pt 1)

# UCR - Ratum (Ouricel) Trudging through the heavy snow, I slowly reach the top of a small hill. Looking out across the beran white landscape, I curse internally. Taping my comunicator, I hear a familiar voice play in my ear "...

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