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TUC: TransitionHe wasn't in the habit of carrying out the bidding of people who held knives to his throat, but this was something of a unique situation. Whoever had accosted him in that alley knew, if nothing else, how to get his attention. The mere mention of Opal, his home, had tightened his stomach and stolen the blood from his face. The thought of settling the old scores was one that had never truly gone away, and now it was being dangled in front of him like a carrot on a stick. And besides, hadn't he been feeling the familiar boredom again, pushing at his concentration and his drive, sapping his energy and dTUC: Transition
by ~Darkwinterthorn
TUC: Unknowing - Part 1She smiled down at him from the top of the building, and for a moment he hated her. How could he not, after what he had been put through, unwilling and unknowing? He knew well the arguments used to justify his violation and that of a thousand others like him, his friends and former comrades. But the knowledge that you were there first, that you had been better than everyone else for the majority of a decade, that you helped develop the most revolutionary technology since hyperdrive, could never repair the damage done. So he forgave himself the little pangs of disgust, and the bad taste left in his mTUC: Unknowing - Part 1
by ~Darkwinterthorn
TUC: DisciplineIt was the smile that gave him away. Even the greenest recruit on the cosiest core-world assignment knew of General Heston's reputation, and the stories of punishments dealt out for the lightest offences chilled the blood of all who heard them. Those stories were to pale in comparison to the tale of Private Vetch, which was destined to be a guaranteed conversation-stopper around every Unity Navy mess table from Hope IV to Adamant Station.TUC: Discipline
It began one day in April. Colonel Lupe would later recount in great and embellished detail the circumstances in which Vetch came to be a member of 423rd Gunners
by ~Darkwinterthorn
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I look out the window
And what do I see? A saddened young girl Looking in at me
Her clothes are all tattered The edges are torn The colours have faded They seem all too worn
Her socks do unravel The shoelaces undone Her skin is too pale From the lack of the sun
Her hair is all matted Like rising from bed There's a rather dark spot At the top of her head
As we stare at each other As if the day never ends I dare to ask her "Dear, where are your friends?"
Her eyes fill wit
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