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The Polar Bear
Pure white fur untouched
By anything except for
The snow and seal's blood
The East has Fallen
The dawn of a new day stretched itself over the skies of western Poland, unveiling thousands of fixed wing and rotatory wing transports soaring at a staggering altitude. Private Fuller, geared up and hooked inside the blaring C-17, closed his eyes and braced as high impact shells began exploding just outside the plane.
His legs trembled, his teeth cringed, and his hands shook nervously around his rifle. He knew the other soldiers were caked in the jitters of fear just as he was. This operation, after all, was strung to determine the fate of the world. If they couldn't liberate Szczecin, then Western Europe would be vulnerable to the extraterrestrial hordes that laid waste to all the countries east of the Czech Republic.
Fuller hissed as the deafening booms of shells and soft pinging of projectiles hammered against the plane's exterior, rocketing the cargo compartment violently. Officers began walking up and down the alley of paratroopers, barking orders and a momentary briefing of what
Dr. Schitmar and Phoebe Wyvern: Just a regular day
“I’m sorry sir, but Dr. Schitmar is busy right now” Phoebe Wyvern told the voice over the phone, she currently sat in a large leathering, but plush chair in a big open room. Schematics and chalkboards hung on every wall, scrap metal, electronical bits, random tools, and random weapons lay everywhere. Some sections of the wall were terribly damaged from some of the latest experiments, claw marker, and the indents of someones fist colorized the wall. The cleanest section of the room was Phoebe’s lounging area/desk, the neat and organized section, that was the girl’s seemed out of place in the almost chaotically messy room.
“Look sir, I understand your desire to speak to him right now….” Some more talking over the phone cut her off
“Yes I know our order was… interesting to say the least. But were else do you expect us to buy 2 tons of organic meat…” More talking over the phone forced her to trail off, she was starting
The Interstellar Regency: Operation Boomstick
What a cruel thing war is, to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors. I remember pondering deeply into that message as the otherworldly tunnel of hyperspace exploded into a dazzling array of shimmering blue flakes. I steadied my Anshar fighter, easing off the throttle, and joined my squadron who formed alongside thousands of others willing to give it their all. I could still remember the exhilarating fear coursing through my veins, that indescribable pleasure dangling along the thin line of focus and insanity.
Had it been four months ago, I would have been grilling a barbecue and guzzling beer with my naval buddies, getting piss drunk on the sweet taste of blissful ignorance. Now here I was, spearheading my way into an alien blockade with the entire Regency's Third Battle Fleet at my back. Tensions between us and the Split Tongues were peacefully dormant for many years. The other races had no quarrel with human expansionism, and the lizard people seemed like the
Dragon and Atom - Chapter 2
I woke up as one emerges from a general anesthetic : still in a haze, feeling weird throughout my body. As if I was supposed to be in pain, but couldn't realize it because of the anesthetic. I really felt like in a dream, with a strong sense of unreality and a general feeling of weakness. There was another common point : the impression of having merely had a moment of absence, a few minutes or even seconds, between my last memories and the present time.
I looked around me to find my way. Whatever the time I spent unconscious, they had enough to move me : I was not in the infirmary in which I had felt asleep anymore. It looked like a recovery room, but much larger, filled with monitoring devices. I was lying on a bed which top had been raised for me to lie in semi-sitting position, and some narrow pipes and a lot of wires connected to the devices disappeared under the sheets of my bed and under the bandages that covered my arms. I focused on my surroundings, trying to see them better. C
Dragon and Atom - Chapter 1
I've never been very good to introduce myself. I have done it many times though, to my dismay. You can not have a career without a little charisma, even if it is a scientific career. And let's say I had the minimum required. So I'm not going to invent small artificial sentence to break the ice. I will present the bare facts, as I have always preferred to do. And I'll start with a short biography.
Steve Davis, 1m73, Caucasian, short cut black hair, green eyes. Born June 17, 1977 in California. His father was a college teacher father and his mother a florist. Graduated in nuclear physics at Stanford. Died in an accident in a secret military laboratory in Nevada, on the night of October 9 to 10, 2006.
My research focused on the development of new, cleaner nuclear weapons. Early on, the major nuclear superpowers have tried to reduce the physical power of destruction of nuclear weapons, for example thermal effects or blast, while increasing the radiations they emit, in order to kill soldier