A World Apart - Ch. 15 - Dirty Paws*Mitch*
Although I had two people with me to help, I knew I would still need a distraction and I couldn't risk the Woodlanders.
"It's Thursday still right?" I asked.
"Thursday?" Rex asked.
"Oh, yeah, it is."
I glanced at the rising sun and sighed. "Okay, just stay behind me and do as I say." I crept through the town carefully; no one expects me to have survived the river, so they didn't have guards looking for me luckily.
I headed immediately to the schoolhouse, and walked to the window. "Stay here, make no noise." I said, and climbed inside. "Okay, guys, I know I sound absolutely insane but I need you to watch out for me and distract some guards because I have to save my best..." I turned around and stopped dead in my tracks. "Friend..."
Jumping up and down the floor,
Fatropolis!: 1--Fruitful Encounter A number of people were gathered together in a meeting room. Each person was dressed in a suit of some kind, and had water and paper at their sides. The speaker, Vivian Roberts, approached the top of the table, and quickly pulled up her computer presentation.
"First of all," the svelte beauty said, "I'd like to thank you all for coming to the meeting. You youngsters are really going to make a difference here!"
As she said this, one of the members blushed a little. Though, he tried to keep his feelings in as best as he was able.
"First off, we have secured enough money to fund that vacation you were all asking for!" Loud cheering was heard all over the room. "Now, about the place we're going to," a slide showed the image of a lush region, that had a clean looking coast. "I was told the name of it, but I don't remember."
The room remained silent, and seemed eager to earn her attention.
"So, who want
Archive - Ch. 1 - The Sky Army In the year 1717, the Overland was far from at peace. There was a great battle fought between land and sea, fighting for the earth. War broke out all over the world, the squids taking control of the skies. Hundreds of humans and squids alike were dying every day. The war had been going on for four long years; but one day a man stood up and said, "Not one day longer."
That man raised up an army, and named it for the thing they collectively wanted the most. He called it the Sky Army. His name was James Farpoint. Born and raised on a farm in England, he had grown up with a rebellious personality. He led his small army, contrived of hardly more than two dozen people, into towns and villages, scaring off little legions of squids and saving the world one city at a time. As they travelled, the army grew as they picked up young men from each town, as no women were allowed in the army, until he had a force of two hundred to lead against the squids.
Misja Nova Ziemia [VIII]- Nie, ja nic nie zjem - mruczy pod nosem Giuss, patrząc z pogardą na czarny chleb z marnym obkładem. - Nie przełknę ani kawałka.
- Musisz zjeść chociaż trochę, cały dzień przed nami - próbuje ją zmotywować troskliwa Azira, ale Griszka, walcząca z okropnymi mdłościami, nie jest z tego powodu zbyt zadowolona.
- O, widzę, że oprócz pana ciepłolubnego jeszcze jedna osoba zaczęła grymasić przy jedzeniu - wtrąca się z ironią odrobinę spóźniony Lunatyk, rzucając Giuss krótkie spojrzenie.
Lisica nie odzywa się, tylko gromi go wzrokiem, i najwyraźniej nie jest jedyna. Aino, siedząca przy drugim końcu stołu, nie spuszcza oczu z długowłosego mechanika. Wyraz jej twarzy jest trudny do opisania, lecz spojrzenie odrobinę przeraża. Nawet przeżuwając twarde skórki chleba, nie sku
Misja Nova Ziemia [IX]Dymytro siedzi na brzegu swojego łóżka, lekko sie garbiąc. W rękach, których łokcie opiera o kolana, delikatnie trzyma "artefakt" i przygląda mu się z uśmiechem. Już po nagłówku może mieć pewność, że to niezwykle cenne odkrycie. Być może odkrycie jego życia - niezwykły materiał, zarówno w dziedzinie fizyki, jak i historii. Trudno mu jednak odczytać cokolwiek ze zniszczonego, pożółkłego papieru, w niezbyt intensywnym świetle chwiejącej się pod sufitem żarówki. Wyciąga nawet z szuflady lupę, by wspomóc się jakoś w rozszyfrowywaniu niewielkich, wyblakłych znaków, ale wada wzroku i niezbyt dobra znajomość rosyjskiego nie pozwalają mu kontynuować działania.
Lis chowa podarowane mu przez przyjaciółkę znalezisko do foliowej torebki, zabezpieczając
War and Wings Chapter 21: Sweet Dreams
“How is he?” Ratchet asked as familiar trod-falls reached his audio-receptors. Within a few moments, Optimus’ shadow all but enveloped his workspace, causing the medic to tilt his head and cock a questioning brow-ridge up at his friend.
The Autobot leader frowned. “Triage is comatose but stable. His physician expects a full recovery.”
Ratchet nodded. “And…” His voice glitched, uncharacteristically. He almost didn’t want to hear the answer that he was certain Optimus was about to give him. “Was my hypothesis correct?”
Though his face-plate remained austere, Optimus’ optics flared briefly in a rare showing of emotion. “Yes. Triage and Interlink were elin'istina'athe’i.”
Ratchet nodded grimly, though Torque turned to stare at them, brow-ridges scrunched in confusion. “What’s that?”
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