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Mareinette will be a terrible influence on Silky, she's the one that put him there!
And Smiles as well, not only giving her terrible taste in hairdos but also hating on berets!
Terrible influences, both of them!
Yuck. Two long expeditions, and both even more expensive than BtRC3. All things being equal, I think I'd rather we go for the book first, seeing as that gets us Baldomare's friendship immediately and therefore +1 AP compared to Cherekolt, which needs an additional turn to refine it into Blue...
Oh, Biedde. That is an excellent, excellent, parting line. I was a staunch advocate that we summon you, and I'm glad we did. I'll miss having your dread self around, and this update in particular makes me sad for the Name Hotel shenanigans we missed out on. But I'm sure we'll see you again...
In the end, you decided to Wake. You returned to the Wake, you woke up on your bed, and the world wasn't any different than it was before you fell asleep.
The night was still dark outside your window. Your ribs were still broken where Biedde had casually headbutted you earlier that night. And...
You can Take a Horse to Water
Despite its status and prestige, Tracen Academy was still a school, at the end of the day, so Shirogane found her routine to be rather similar to what it had been previously, with the most noticeable difference, aside from the new location, being the lack of work...
The poor bastards they should've accepted. Mikheil is a reasonable man if you are level headed with him. Unfortunately the sailors are too hot headed. At least Mikheil gets another banger nickname.
And that's it. The first story that I’ve ever completed. It's a real sense of accomplishment. I hope you liked it.
I will be free to answer any queries (within reason, of course).
Hong Rui Jie became a minor celebrity across the Federation as accounts of his actions circulated through newsnets and academic forums alike. He published an award-winning memoir of his experiences, simply named Tiqqun, and in time accepted a posting as administrator of a frontier Federation...
A lone beep at Wesley's console broke the tense silence.
Wesley blinked, fingers flying across the display. He looked up. "Evacuation of the Tiqqun is complete. Only Administrator Hong and a skeleton engineering crew remain aboard."
Picard exhaled slowly. "Hail them."
After a moment...
Picard leaned back in his command chair. "Any updates on the Piranesi?"
"Piranesi is maintaining its current approach. No unusual energy emissions detected. Estimated time to contact remains unchanged," Worf reported.
Picard nodded, then turned to Lieutenant Crusher. "Status of the...
i.
Throughout the station were scenes of barely controlled chaos.
Trams ran at maximum capacity, ferrying dense clusters of evacuees between sectors. Repurposed cargo carriers swallowed crewmen by the dozens, bodies packed like sardines.
Traffic marshals had sealed off all non-essential...
"Mr. Worf! Mr. Worf!"
Worf turned as the shout echoed down the corridor.
Tiqqun's Dr. Salim was sprinting toward him, a PADD in his arms.
"Dr. Salim," Worf greeted evenly. "What is it?"
Salim skidded to a halt a few paces away, bent over and gasping. He raised one hand, silently asking for a...