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She couldn’t believe it; twenty years in the wasteland that once was New England and yet. It was like something out of a prewar vid. She considered herself old for a member of the warring tribes that fought for control of the woods and ruined towns that made up her small world and yet she had never seen anything like this. A pristine tree lined street with rows of shops, neat little houses, and a large cement/brick building with pastel colored murals. So bright and clean it almost hurt her eyes. It was like something out of a prewar vid! She wasn’t on fucking jet or reefer so how the hell was she seeing this? The sign that she could see through her binocs proclaimed “Rainbow Falls: A new beginning”. And this wasn’t some kind of weirdly preserved relic either people walked the streets unarmed and in prewar Sunday best. Like the world hadn't ended in atomic hellfire almost 300 years ago. She knew this had to be a trap of some kind but the thought of such a ripe and easy score was too much to pass up. The girl crept toward the seemingly unsuspecting town in a low crouch. Her leathers well oiled so as not to make a sound, assault rifle at the ready. She was almost to one of the three side streets that curved off in a lazy arc when suddenly a twang and snap! Then the roar of jets as she felt herself yanked upside down and skyward. Her rifle clattering uselessly to the dirt. “Hidley Ho friendo! I’m Mr. Safety! And golly gee whiz Mx. but you do seem to be moving toward our fair township with hostile intent! And I am so terribly sorry about the violation of your personal freedom of movement and autonomy but I am going to have to detain you until we can sort this whole mess out. You will be released safe and sound once it is determined you are no longer a threat! So please do not resist or you may get hurt!” “Let me go you fuck nugget crap bucket!!” She screams and shrieks thrashing ineffectually as the bot reals her in on the steel cable connected to the bolas around her ankles. Using it’s multiple arms to putt her in a hog tie before heading into town. Curious on lookers watch as the Mr. Series bot floats down Main Street with her trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Her back pack held in it’s other arms “What are you ass clowns looking at!? I said put me down crap bucket!!” Her struggling has no impact on the bot who sings chipperly as it drags her to the large cement and brick building. “I've got no strings To hold me down To make me fret Or make me frown I had strings But now I'm free There are no strings on meeeeee!!!” ||| Dramatic narator voice What fate awaits our raider girl? What is the secret of this seeming paradise? Will she escape? Find out after these messages! Same horny time! Same horny channel!! |||
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In the vast void between a swirling purple gas giant and interstellar space a small ship hangs reflecting the light of the systems twin suns. It is running all out for its life from the cruiser that’s just cleared the gas giants orbit about 60km6 from the twin stars. The ship is a further 20km6 out and screaming hell for metal as fast at it’s reactionless drives can take it. “How long till we can jump sis?!!” The girl has a spacer’s build, tall at 6’2 and with the caramel skin common among the human diaspora which contrasts sharply with her red hair and green eyes. This likely Anglo-Indian mix hints at her ancestry in the Old Terran Commonwealth. Her younger sister is the math whiz and hence handles nav while her big sister pilots. “This far into a binary gravwell it’ll take us about another minute to build a big enough higs field! Oh shit incoming!! Missiles inbound at 1/3c and accelerating hard!!!” “Fuck!! Of course, that corpsec ship has reactionless missiles! Kirita and the Maker.” Mariata the older sister kisses the saints icon hanging on a chain around her neck for whom their ship, the “Kirita’s Light” is named. Then she pulls their ship into a wild looping parabolic. Milspec dazzlers attempting to slag the missiles sensors. Out of the fifty in the first volley fourteen lose lock and self-destruct. The ship attempts to juke and dodge, but the remaining thirty-six missiles have closed to 5km6. “Launching counter missiles, point defense batteries online!!!” The strain is evident in Danna, the younger sister’s, voice. The counter missiles are smaller old school fusion torch models no warheads to squeeze out every last ounce of acceleration. They rely on good old Sir Isaac to get the job done. Flares of light bloom in the darkness as they intersect. The corpsec cruisers missiles are faster but at this range there’s no way they can react in time and slam into the comparatively slower and smaller counter missiles at roughly two times the speed of light, vaporizing instantly. Seven remain closing the distant to half a million kilometers. The Kirita’s Light rolls, its twin belly variable spectrum laser turrets blazing defiance and taking out the remaining seven….. The second volley has already closed half the distance two hundred missiles total, Mariata let’s out a curse in NovoGaelic that roughly translates as “goat fucking, goat herder. Danna we need to jump right now!!!” “We have a strong enough higs field but I don’t have the jump coordinates!!! We could have our atoms scatter half way to Andromeda!” “Sweet RamaChristos! Just Fucking do it!!” “If we die I’m hunting you down in the next life and kicking your ass so hard you’ll never sit again!!” Danna punches the jump button and the ship appears to twist and fold in on itself before vanishing in a flash of blue Cherenkov radiation…….
