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Showing posts with label hideaway. Show all posts

Friday, October 23, 2015

Star Crossed Update

Star Crossed Chapter Twenty-Two Update on FicPad

Star Crossed Chapter Twenty-Two Update on TWCS

Star Crossed Chapter Twenty-Two Update on AO3

Star Crossed Chapter Twenty-Two Update on FFn

When I woke up, I was covered by my mate. He was curled around me with his head pressed between my breasts. The pain that had riddled him for the past week was gone from his visage. He looked so much younger. His mind was calm and his body was relaxed against me. I ran my fingers through his soft, coppery hair. He sighed, tightening his arms around my body. However, his stomach was grumbling. With my enhanced hearing, I could hear the angry snarls of his belly.

Ti’ane, you keep sleeping and I’ll make you some breakfast, I thought to him and kissed his forehead, wriggling out of his hold. He grumbled, curling around the pillow. I put on a pair of loose-fitting pants and one of Edward’s shirts, walking to the kitchen in the house.

“You’re up early,” Charanel said from his perch next to the breakfast bar. I jumped, my hand flying to my chest. “Sorry, Sissy. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, it’s okay,” I chuckled. “You’re up early, too.”

“Headache,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “I’m drinking some tea that Rose suggested. I didn’t want to keep taking the medications for the headaches. This tea is homeopathic and seems to do the trick.” He sipped his tea, making a face. “It does the trick, but it tastes like snir.

“It smells interesting,” I replied, wrinkling my nose.

“Interesting as in disgusting,” Charanel snorted.  I nodded in agreement. “How’s Edward?”


“Edward’s sleeping, but his stomach sounds like it’s about to eat itself,” I said, searching through the refrigeration unit for something to make for him. “We had this meal on the holodeck of the Volvo and I wonder if I can recreate it.”
















Den'aalie

Den'aalie Prison



Garlic Butter Sauce (NUM!)

Cheesy Garlic Bread

Chopped Salad

Stuffed Pizza

Beer

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Star Crossed Update

Star Crossed Update Chapter Twenty-One on FicPad

Star Crossed Update Chapter Twenty-One on TWCS

Star Crossed Update Chapter Twenty-One on AO3

Star Crossed Update Chapter Twenty-One on FFn

I glared at the door that was being pounded against with some sort of battering ram. The door was easily four meters high made out of solid pirna wood. They were heavy and durable, but obviously were struggling against the forces of the impacts that the Reman and Alphan soldiers were causing. The Imperial Guard was blocking the doorway and a great deal of Federation soldiers were transporting to our location. I could also hear distant phaser fire from the MACOs outside of the palace, but it seemed to not make any difference. The repetitive banging filled the throne room. The throne room was filled with over two hundred people, all ready to end this.

However, it did not feel like it was enough.

I was deeply concerned for our well-being and the likelihood of winning this ground assault. The Reman and Alphans had nothing to lose while we had so much to fight for.

The door nearly shattered with the final blow, crumbling to the ground. A swarm of Reman and Alphan soldiers ran into the throne room and the fight began in earnest. Phaser fire filled the throne room. I had mine set to the maximum setting, shooting as many Alphans and Remans as I could. Bella was using her own phaser, but she was not as successful since she was not comfortable with the particle weapon. Maralice moved closer to my mate, acting as her protector since she was better skilled with the phaser.

I also began moving toward my mate. I trusted Maralice, but she was so small. I had to protect my Bella from the melee. I used my phaser to shoot anything that wasn’t wearing an Imperial uniform or a Galaxy Fleet insignia. Alphans and Remans were dropping like flies from the weapons fire that was aimed at them.


However, because of the weapons fire, both the Alphans and Remans grew more frustrated and then began using their other weapons. The Remans used their scimitars while the Alphans wielded their bsh’tooks, attacking us with an animalistic ferocity that made me tremble with terror. They were becoming unhinged, knowing that they may not win this battle. We all fought for over two hours and the stream of attackers never seemed to stop. We were exhausted, sore and covered with bruises, singed uniforms and dripping with sweat. My mate was fighting a losing battle with the pains in her leg and she collapsed onto her knees, panting heavily. 





Damage in the Imperial City

Imperial Hideaway in Port'angel'es