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s hated. (The current advice in general circulation would be 'if you see one, look for a hole – crawl into it and then pull it in after you.') A hamm
' in the Ruminarii language.) In four short centuries they had managed to lay waste to almos
indeed. The Ruminarii displayed only the negative emotions, and their ferocity was matched only by their boldness. How a race founded pure
of the Black Sunrise, happiness was not a state of mind expected of him, though in reality – our- reality – he was probably not such a bad person. Th
licitly distrusted by the Tidhii Mah'k'hai (Naval Command, that is The Queen Of Suth Herself.) He was expected to mete out, in generous portions,
y to explain their cold-bloodedness.) Suitably shaped is the best non-offensive descr
oise. The murals on the chair suggested disturbing
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a moment." Marsh'k paused
, suddenly overcome by
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's whining and rose to his feet, stretching to his
have an extensive corridor network, the interior walls are heavily decorated, savagely militaristic and inevitably, close together. He strode down one. Lesser ranks seeing him, fell to the deck and groveled like their fingernails depend
the Captain.' Marsh'k sat down on his seat of office. It made a muted and rathe
omething like 'Oh Shut the **** Up.' The crew ceased their groveling routine and go
cture on the view screen. They were passing one of th
sman, sporting a rather large fresh-looking bump on his for
sh'k. "For them, anyway. Con
-free and use his spare Ferrari. But then you have to ask yourself, what could you expect living on a planet like Deanna? As a third-rate colony in the Terran Empire, Deanna had more than its fair shar
had just told himself again, under his breath, tha
so he could see a little better. The air hung hot, dry and stifling. He could hear every breath he took, it was so quiet and still. The sun was blinding. It was hot. Silent. He was tense. He knew he was there, somewhere. He tracked
shards seemingly snarling. He walked on, studying the decaying buildings. He adjusted his grip on the
las
no attempt to nibble the grass close to the dry water trough by the post. It seemed
! Probably
l of a building, just in case. His heart was pounding in his ears. Strange, isn't it? You could be in hundreds of fights, but everyo
he? Which
f, and – rather bravely – bent down to nibble at some scrubby grass. Beck took an
gh voice grated from somewhere cl
drop on me. This is where
sually as he could manage. "We
hardware. The pistol too.
linters flying. The horse bolted – and so did he. A couple of shots went off, bullets whistling as he ran, keeping his head down. He reached the safety of
ruck somewhere close by. He fired three shots blind. Corr
y co
ing, made right for a doorway, cursing as he realized he'd lost his hat. Under this hot sun you could end up looking like last week's bacon 'n bea
t before it led to a room with some large windows. The light streaming through the decaying st
ew Corrigan's reputation. He sure didn't want to go up against a convicted
landing behind the bar. The floor planking was a lot harder than he was, and there were bits of old glass and other crap lying scattered everywhere. Gunshots were ringing out, growing louder. Corri
he'd seen in old cop movies and westerns, and doing it rather badly. He lowered the pistol. There was n
stant, slightly muffled, bar