Michael Scott Shappe

Newer York, Forward Docks, 5 Tammuz 2541, mid-afternoon Singer allowed the ambassador to take her arm and guide her, like they were two long-lost friends, and tried not to let her discomfort show. Despite having her shields up, Ellison's volatile emotional mix was as readable to

Newer York, Forward Docks, 5 Tammuz 2541, mid-afternoon They walked in silence, the Governor and the Admiral, side by side, for quite some time. They hadn't discussed it ahead of time. It just happened that they each had a lot to think about, even from so brief

It was great when it all began...

This past weekend was CONvergence 2025. Conventions are often a fertile source for ideas and inspiration, but fairly useless for actually getting anything written, so, no new chapter today. There will, however, be some bonus content later today! Stay tuned!

Newer York, Boarding lounge 23, 5 Tammuz 2541, mid-afternoon The trio from Zephyr each grabbed their duffel bags, and made their way through the airlocks to a lift. They were now unquestionably under the influence of the city's spin gravity, which meant the baggage was hardly a

Pinnace Zephyr-1, 101 kiloseconds away from Zephyr. When Singer had been to David's Star before, it had been a port call by Vespa. She had been a midshipman, and had little access to high-detail imaging of their approach. Shore leave to New Anaheim had involved the

Zephyr, in far orbit of David's Star, 1.64 megaseconds out from Gliese-581 After Traffic Control sent them a bare acknowledgment and informed them the Admiral Himself would be with them after he conferred with the Governor General and the Tau Ceti Treaty ambassador, Zephyr was left

Zephyr, surfacing at David's Star Singer had, as promised, gotten the sleep she needed. If anyone thought the sudden alteration to the shift rotation odd, no one said so. That said, all the usual rotation was set aside as the countdown to emergence dwindled. Singer, Alexander, Cadotte, Cordé,

Zephyr, en route to David's Star Sixteen megaseconds of catastrophic events had hardly ever deprived Singer of sleep. Most of the time, she was simply too exhausted at the end of her cycle to do anything but sleep. She did all her thinking, and over-thinking, on duty.

Aboard Zephyr They were in the briefing room, the whole command staff. It was the first time they'd really used it. Somehow, most of what they'd done so far had been done out on the bridge, or in the CO or XO's office. Alexander