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Here are some random tidbits of narration that have nothing to do with anything whatsoever. Some of these pieces are also very old and frankly I am ashamed to put them online, but there ya go.

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The Gift

NOTE: This was an older piece from my previous blog. I had been meaning to update it for the longest time, and since it is holiday appropriate, I decided that this was a good a time as any to do so. Enjoy!

Soft chatters of the console panel hummed in harmony with the festive status lights. Peace enveloped the glittering command deck, a rare occurrence this distance away from civilized space. Though the ship ran silent, someone still had to watch over the bridge.

The commander gazed through the stars through the viewport, sipping the only glass of brandy she would allow herself to indulge in while she maintained her post. Even though they looked the same in every quadrant of space, the silent dots of fire soothed her with a comforting nostalgia. She often confided in them on nights like these, hoping to gain their venerable wisdom through fervent concentration.

She gave the crew the night off this holiday. Although they could not see their loved ones back planet side, they could at least amuse themselves in whatever manner the ship’s stores could provide. Gods knew they had all deserved it. It was a rough tour, and there were far too many close calls.

It seemed ironic to celebrate peace when the galaxy was divided, but perhaps the original meaning of traditions died centuries ago. Perhaps now it was a time to reflect on how humanity has changed, for better or for worse.

“Commander?” She turned to the voice that shattered her musings. Her first officer entered the bridge, a bright young individual, brandishing a wry smile along with a plate of the evening’s pastry. “You could at least sit down and pretend to relax while watching the screens, ma’am.” Continue reading The Gift

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I’d Ship It

The panels reverberated violently to the rhythmic thuds of bass. What had started with simple head bobbing evolved gradually into foot tapping. Keystrokes were pressed in harmonic patterns. His fingers fluttered until the silky sound captured his limbs, his arms stirring the air in smooth undulations. Malik was overtaken, his torso swayed as his mind was taken prisoner by the melody, snatched away from the outside world. He glided over to the environmental controls, sliding the light down to a more appropriate darkness.

The slow tempo smoothly transitioned, elevating to a mighty crescendo. Malik slammed into the pilot seat, swiveling the cushion around in circles as he continued to make waves with his arms and shoulders. As the bass shuddered through his skull, a surge of energy coursed through his muscles, causing his movements to grow jagged, violent. The beats repeated, commanding his every move like an auditory puppeteer.

But as the climax descended, the noise relinquished its control of his body. The rhythm slowed to a small series of heartbeats. Malik eased his breath as he gently coaxed the flight settings, pressing buttons and picking at switches in time with each remaining thud. Silence returned, and he reclined in the chair, a self-satisfied smile stretched across his lips.

“I really wish you wouldn’t listen to that garbage while inside me,” Niner-3 piped in.
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