Nihlus breathes through wide open mouth to hide the huffing and puffing. He’s gone short of breath half way up but he won’t be the first to ask for a break, no sir. The slope is steep and the angular stones that used to mark the path have either fallen away or got buried by the patient labor of the elements. Sandy dirt and pebbles roll and skid under his feet and he must pull himself up, tugging on bare branches and roots. He can see the top from here, but he’ll need to scale a particularly nasty climb, where part of the path has slid down the cliff completely. He stops, waging his options. And catching his breath.Continue reading Let’s Keep Going
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“So that’s how I ended up next to the Veil.”
Saren pauses, the cryo-pack in his hands whole for now. “The Perseus Veil.”
“Yeah. Right at the borderline.”Continue reading  Close Call
“What do you mean,” Saren said, spitting out the syllables, “‘you can’t read it’?”
“I’ve never seen this radical before.” And Nihlus pointed to a symbol that resembled a backwards ‘orn’ with two extra strokes thrown in. “Does that say ‘lorn’?”
Evidently, it did not. Saren’s mandibles actually went slack for a second. Maybe in shock. But the subsequent tucking was fury. Definitely fury.
“I think I handled that last report just fine, thank –“
“You can’t read the preface of Service without a translator?”
“I never had to read the preface of Service without a translator,” he hissed back.
Saren shook his head. “Fine. We’ll start with a translator.”
“Sorry, I didn’t load ‘ye olde bird-tongue’ on mine.”
Saren looked like he was about to pick up the substantial tome and break his spine with it.