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Star Trek: Genesis (Chapter 7)
Planet HB22147-C, Gaza Strip
- 1545 hours -
Stunned Reavers lay piled on top of each other in a massive arrangement around the mosque. Those that hadn't been stunned by phasers were now stunned with fear and kept their distance, with most of them wandering off looking for easier prey or fleeing in fear of their lives. A handful squatted amongst their fallen comrades, apparently in mourning, until Starfleet officers stunned them as well, just in case they decided to seek revenge.
Finally, only the children remained. The medical teams beamed down behind the mosque where they wouldn't spook anyone and setup a triage center using the children's own tents. Doctor McCoy counted twenty five altogether, out of a group that originally contained forty to fifty. He moved through them like a mechanic on a factory floor, mentally cataloguing injuries to send his priority list back to the ship. Once the translators zeroed in on th
Star Trek: Genesis (Chapter 5)
Planet HB22147-C, Gaza Strip
- 1445 hours -
If the culture on this planet was as similar to Real Earth as Sulu thought it was, this building must have been an old mosque at one point. The signs were too badly distorted for the tricorder to translate them all, but he'd been to enough old Mosques - and asked enough questions - to recognize them as old Jihadist propaganda slogans, something to the effect of "Death to the Infidels" or "God Destroy the Zionists" and so on and so forth. Another two hundred years of cultural evolution would have sharpened that unfocussed militarism into the Al Rafah fighting style, even now the most potent incarnation of Earth martial arts; this Earth, however, had been frozen in time before social evolution could transform the political tantrum of Jihadism into the more constructive philosophies that had become so indispensable to Starfleet trainees.
In that way, Sulu realized
Star Trek: Genesis (Chapter 4)
Planet HB22147-C, Gaza Strip
- 1120 hours -
The ground teams had setup transport sites in a convenient locale near the Rafah crossing, within short walking distance of most of the search teams and strategically close to Alpha Team's landing site. Since then the camp had mushroomed into a shanty town of collapsible aluminum huts that made up the field lab complex, the scientific mecca for the away team to pool all of their findings and samples for analysis and decontamination before shipping them back to Enterprise for more detailed study.
For an all-volunteer team, Spock found their industriousness quite gratifying. Over the last three or four days he had actually started to grow disheartened from the slow progress of his own search, but stepping into the anthropology lab/hut for the first time he was struck with the impression that someone had given the ground teams the false impression that they were collecting a
Star Trek: Genesis (Chapter 3)
Planet HB22147-C, Gaza City
- 2258 hours -
"Surprisingly logical deduction," Spock muttered to himself as he closed the communicator. It was already after nightfall, a stifling darkness in which no creature dared venture into the ruins without benefit of a tricorder and an orbiting starship to support. The only lights visible were the faint pinpricks of tricorder screens and hand lamps moving through the canyons of crumbling buildings and ancient streets, the perfect lure to attract the more daring predators, or the perfect deterrent for the more timid ones. Presently, Spock's position on the hilltop overlooking old Rafah gave his tricorder an almost un-restricted angle on the ruins, and it only took a few seconds to chart a path through the ancient refugee camp that would take him through some likely points of interest.
A few paces in front of him, Doctor McCoy glanced over his shoulder, "What's surpri
Star Trek: Genesis (Chapter 2)
Planet HB22147-C, Standard Orbit
USS Enterprise (NCC-1701)
- 0758 hours -
Holographic displays and scrolling graphics on the transparent monitor constituted complete information overload to anyone in the room who didn't have a lucid, computer-like intellect. Such little difference it made, though, since those not technically savvy enough to understand the displays were not required to understand it anyway. Everyone knew this was a scientific briefing, so the unofficial protocols of a Federation starship prompted a seating arrangement to reflect this reality: the Starfleet planetology team - all of them rookies and all but two of them actually graduate students - dominated most of the first row, while the cartography and astrophysics sections dominated the remainder of this and the second row. The entire left flank of the room consisted of a cluster of communications officers with Lieutenant Uhura a
Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxReader 12“(Name),” a soft voice near your ear whispered. This was unacceptably obtrusive, as you were mere feet away from having the Stormstone in your grasp.
“(Name),” came the voice again, and this time you opened your eyes. Eliza hovered over you, softly smoothing your hair away from your face. “Wake up.”
You rubbed your eyes, the last vestiges of your dream dissolving, and sat up, blinking against the bright sunlight warming the room. “Are you all right?” Eliza asked quietly. You were exhausted. You barely slept anymore, not with the nightmares, and between the battle and your recent injury, you were absolutely spent.
“I'm fine,” you replied as Eliza moved your sleeve aside to check the wound. It had closed nicely, but she applied more salve before re-bandaging it, just in case. You could tell Eliza didn't believe your answer for minute, but she didn't press the subject.
You moved past Eliza slightly and stood up, stretching
Vampire!Scotland x VampireHunter!Reader [Dark] Growing up in this world, you knew better than to associate with vampires. They were bloodsuckers, all they wanted was to trick and trap the weak and feast upon the crimson droplets in their veins. You were born and raised to be a vampire hunter, and you were proud of yourself for how far you'd come in your work, just like your mother and father. You knew they were proud as well.
Despite all odds, despite everything you'd ever told yourself about vampires and their terrible ways, you couldn't stop one of them from getting to you in the most annoying, frustrating, aggrivating ways. You couldn't stop coming back for more of him; it was like an addiction. You were drawn to him, and he said he was drawn to you. You couldn't stop wanting more, craving more of him and whatever he'd done to you. Each night the two of you met, you'd remind the both of you that it was wrong, that you were completly different and that you should either kill him now or leave
FootsieThe Doctor and River were caught in a flash flood and are now drying their socks over a campfire, a long way from the Tardis...
They were both barefoot.
River's feet brushed against his, he moved his aside to give her more room. Her feet followed his and brushed against them again.
"River, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Playing footsie," she said archly, as if that was obvious.
"Oh." He frowned. "What's the objective of the game?"
She smiled. "To win." She stroked her big toe up the soft arch of his foot. He jerked up straight, a hard shiver ran down his spine.
He stared at her with wide eyes.
(Yet to be named) (DoctorXTime Lord!Reader)
~This is yet to be named so if you guys have any ideas I'd love to hear them!~
“Where am I?” You asked yourself as you woke up. You then gasped. It was the inner high council of the Time Lords.
Lord President stood up. “Ah! You're awake! You fainted. It has come to our attention that you have turned 100 years of age yesterday and didn't tell anyone.”
You froze and bit your lip. “I-I forgot it was even my birthday.”
“You are now old enough to recieve your Time Lord name.”
“Yes child your name!” Lady Chancellor snapped.
“We have been informed by locals considering you have no friends or family...that you are a fighter? And a good one at that?” Lord President said, his tone ominous.
“Your name shall now be The Cavalry-”
“But I thought I was supposed to choose my own name! They aren’t assigned!” You interrupted.
“Do not interrupt!
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The monster underneath the surface chapter 3
The monster underneath the surface
A/N: Alright, IT'S FINALLY UP! I'm trying to update faster, and so far it's not going very well, but I have something I want to ask you. I know I said in my AN before that I planned on making a TMNT AU after this story, but now I've gotten inspiration for a new TMNT – Frozen story, which will probably be last one in that series. So I want to know, what do you want me to write first. AU or new frozen? Tell me in your reviews or in a PM.
Chapter 3, Stronger, faster and a lot weirder
I woke up when a sharp wave of pain flew through my arm and I sat up and grabbed my upper arm. The pain only lasted for a few seconds but when I removed my hand I saw the bandage had fallen off and around the small wound, where the dart had been stuck, a purple color was decorating my skin. It looked like a bruise.
"Hm, it must've hit a vein or something." I muttered to myself and looked at the alarm clock and saw it was about 7 AM. Mi
Supergirl, Girl of Steel: Issue 2The Girl of Fire
The music was pounding even from outside the party. Groups of students were heading in and out of the house or milling around outside. Walking through these wandering packs of Met U kids, Mattie and Claire made their way towards the frat house. Claire nervously pushed a stray hair behind her ears as she had not her second or even third thoughts about going out. I should have stayed home, watched some TV, what am I doing out here? The question was bugging her but Claire also knew the answer. She wanted to go out.
After her near incident at the dorm she had only gone to classes and even then had skipped some. Claire had been extremely worried about what seemed to be a growing intensity of her abilities. She knew people worried about her, Kara, Mattie, and a few others. Purposely she had been avoiding Kara especially. The Kansas farm girl had tried to talk to Claire but she kept avoiding talking to Ka
RWBY: Blake's BooksThe bell above the door rang, an irritating sound that Blake came to despise even though it meant potential customers, something her little store needed to stay open. She lowered the heavy, hard cover book in her hands, lowering her reading glasses to the small table beside her armchair as she looked towards the entrance. This store was more than just her job, it was her home and sanctuary and having people coming and going as they pleased only served to annoy her. But as she laid eyes upon her latest visitor she felt as if she had fallen into one of her fantasy tales.
Walking towards the front counter, behind which she sat, strode a tall woman with golden hair and amethyst eyes, a smile on her face that spoke of confidence and pride. Indeed, this woman was more beautiful than any heroine in her books and she couldn’t help but stare in awe of her.
The woman leaned on the counter, letting the silver and onyx necklace of a kind of flame dangle from her neck. “Are you the owne
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