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Mohammad stared in awe at the creature for a moment. A Voyager. What was a Voyager doing out here in the sticks? That, plus the rather grotesque demonstration, finally had him convinced. He looked to the Matron. "I am so, so sorry, Ma'am." He said, giving her a deep bow. "I... I just spoke out...

Mohammad slowed down for a second, looking at the place where the apple once was. He shook his head, then pointed to the spot. "You could fake that. Voyager technology, your own power, plenty of things. We have no way of knowing that stuff is in us. And I'm not letting you pump me up with drugs...

Mohammad was excited to hear the speech start. At first, it seemed like they'd be making a home for Awakened, something he was more than happy to lend his technological know-how to. Sure, immigrating would be a hassle, and he'd miss Marimichi, and getting a Hawks game would be hard, but he could...

"Same reason you were." Mohammad said before taking a sip of tea, having to hold the candy stick to stop it from falling on his face. He let the tea rest in his mouth for a moment, then swallowed. "At least, I think. I got a letter from the Matron asking me to come out here. I didn't have any...

Mohammad smiled at the Matron. There was something charming about her. Reminded him of his mother, in a way, especially the tea. He gingerly took the mug from her. "Thank you very much, ma'am." He adds before heading to the parlor. He took a sip from the mug, and the flavor strikes him of two...

Mohammad was startled when the banging started, and he thought for a moment it was gunfire. When he saw no impacts or anyone getting hit, however, he realized it was just something throwing itself into the walls. He turned to face the manor, taking a few more steps away from it and hefting the...

Upon hearing voices and movement behind him, Mohammad turns back. Some kids and a few hobos. He was either about to get jumped, or these were others that got the messages. Either way, he'd have better luck up close than letting them have space. He raises a hand as a greeting, slowly approaching...

The border crossing was hellish. Having that kind of rap sheet, and being an Awakened, meant that, for Mohammad Charmchi, bringing anything besides the Ural M70 he rode in on, a backpack with granola bars, his travel papers, a few hundred dollars, and the clothes on his back was impossible...

I live

Salish was planning on breaking the man's arm if he kept his hand in place, but, thankfully, he removed it. He was going to speak, mostly to tell the man how he should keep his hands to himself if he wants to keep them, but another man across the bar crashing down to the floor was a momentary...

Salish turned to the talkative man, who appeared to be both a private investigator, and an asshole. He contemplated looking into his bag for his pistol, maybe the Persuader if he was feeling a little lenient, but decided that this man was not worth the trouble, given his awful appearance. He...

After thirty minutes of waiting, watching maybe the most boring newscasters in the known universe, Salish let out a sigh. He wasn't going to be contacted any time soon, so it was a sure bet that they had outlined a meeting place that he forgot to mark. He opened his PDA and found that, yes, they...

Of the many things Salish Nufor was, patient was not one of them. Despite being able to afford a slightly more palatable form of travel in a luxury transport, it was still far too much for him too get past security and not be stuck in the hull of a cargo ship for the ride over, hopefully not in...

Welcome back, Nukes! I've actually come out of my tomb to see this, and I'm so old on this place that the guys before me are practically myths, so getting all of those cobwebs off my mummy wraps suck.

Hello again, Sir Strange! I have a wondrous sheet for you! It smells of coffee, and tastes of strawberries!