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MaverickI don’t know what is happening to me. I just feel so angry. I see the humans stare at me and I… I can’t help but want to hurt them. Oh no… No, this can’t be happening. Maverick? No. Not me. No no no… I can’t do that. They’ll kill me! What if I hurt someone if I go maverick! I can’t do it! I won’t let it happen. I… I can power down. I can just shut down! That’s it. I’ll just shut down…Maverick
Something is wrong…
Why can’t I shut down? Why? Why am I running? My body won’t do what I want! I can’t stop myself! What am I doing! N
by ~DarkRabbitStories
The Olympus, Part Two Our arrival at Vesta was late due to the incidents on our out-trip, but we arrived to a warm welcome from the scientists, and mostly Commander Cooke’s wife. The CO’s idea was to keep the crew on sleep-rotation with the exception of the most senior crew. So him, a few senior lieutenants, and me got to board Vesta for a nice dinner and welcome over their replacements from the Callisto. It was a nice dinner, but to be held up on that station was my version of hell. No Sun, no light, no life other than a hydro-bay. No thank you. Seventeen months alone on the fringes of the solar system is no way to live in my opiThe Olympus, Part Two
by ~DarkRabbitStories
The Olympus, Part One I had been on the ship for six weeks before it hit me. Before I hit “the slump.” According to the CO, it happens to us all. But I felt that mine was far worse than anyone who had come before me. I’m sure everyone has some “getting-used-to” period where they just feel it all closing in on them. But none of them were in my shoes. I walk this ship daily, constantly reminded that I’m “different” that I’m not “Earth-born.” And, as such, this was the night that it finally hit me. Staring in the mirror, willing my eyes to change color. Finally, I had had it. Something hadThe Olympus, Part One
by ~DarkRabbitStories
PrologueWith a hiss of air and mechanical creaking of the door, she felt the cabin pressure change as the shuttle door opened on the lower flight deck of UEF Olympus. She grabbed her bag and stood to exit the craft, ignoring the several pairs of eyes staring at her. She stood firmly on the debarkation platform listening to noise of the flight deck. In the sounding of a whistle, all the noise ceased. And she could now feel the gaze of hundreds of eyes.Prologue
“Permission to come aboard, sir?” She sounded with her right arm raised in a salute. “Granted, Captain.” The older, gruff looking man said returning h
by ~DarkRabbitStories
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