Things Fall Apart: Delay
No episode this week. My brain just...did not want to brain this weekend. It's been doing that more often that I'd like honestly...
No episode this week. My brain just...did not want to brain this weekend. It's been doing that more often that I'd like honestly...
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. She
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
Sorry, folks! I had a busy weekend and did not get a chance to write the next chapter. I did have an inspiration for something that's gonna happen later, though...