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Of Men, Melani, and Malevolent Machines - PrologueOf Men, Melani, and Malevolent Machines - Prologue by Desgar
They were once castaways from a long dead world, but the vulpine species Melani have prospered into a galactic superpower. Focusing their colonization efforts on the planet Mars in the Terra solar system, they have aroused mostly fear, suspicion, and hatred from the humans on Earth. However, as forces from space threaten Melani, Human, and Earth-born Anthro alike, they must put aside their differences and unite to prevent a potential galactic cataclysm.
Of Men, Melani, and Malevolent Machines
Prologue: Threat from Beyond
MARS DEFENSE COMMAND, CONFEDERATE ARMED FORCES OF THE MELANI
LARISA CITY, HESPERIA, MARS
The image of Captain Teros Bahadur appeared on the viewscreen at Mars Defense Command. "ETA to contact in less than five minutes, Control."
"Acknowledged, Scimitar Squadron," Communications Officer Matas replied.
"Keep channels open, Teros," Major Kei Otono said. "Two frigates will be join
Shion Charzide BiographyShion Charzide Biography by Desgar
Shion Atalanta Charzide
Rank: Corporal, Confederate Army of the Melani
Current Assignment: Weapons Specialist/Field Intel, Terra Squad Two (Chicago, IL, USA, Earth)
Marital status: Single
Birthplace: Masar City, Masar, Hiraaj
Weight: 160 lbs (not including tail)
Family: Duros (father), Tera (mother), Tianna (sister), Lohan (grandfather on Duros’ side)
Close quarters combat
Pilot (8,500 hours)
Secondary school diploma - Calahur Academy. Hiraaj
MOS Certifications - Camp Ursalis, Hiraaj:
[Intent] Political Science or Law major - Thaldine University, Hiraaj
Like many other royal houses in the Age of the Confederacy, the Charzides wield limited polit
A Line was Drawn Over CoffeeA Line was Drawn Over Coffee by Desgar
“Look, Tone, it’s as simple as this,” my coworker Dwight told me during a coffee break, ”you either support the planet you were born and raised on, or you’re an alien tail sniffer.”
I raised an eyebrow, wondering if in fact it was Dwight who was from another planet. “That simple, huh.”
“Dude! What’s with you?” he replied.
“So the Mels didn’t make a good first impression. They wouldn’t be the first.”
“I’m not talking about what they’re doing on Mars, Tone. I don’t give a damn. I’m talking about the two wars they brought here, to Earth.”
“Fine, Dwight, I’ll give you that. But the robots, and maybe the lizards, could come back at any time. Don’t you think we should help the Mels help us keep them at bay? Don’t you think?”
Dwight snorted. “So you do
Tears of the PharaohTears of the PharaohAgawaer
A Short Story by Agawaer
Pi-Ramses, Egypt, 1212 B.C.
Darkness was falling.
The golden disk of Ra had just vanished below the horizon, and soon the sun lord for whom the Pharaoh was named would resume his eternal battle with his nemesis, the great serpent Apep, who longed to devour the sun and cover the world in eternal night.
Ramses II, son of Seti, son of Ramses I, blinked cloudy eyes at the distant horizon. History would bestow upon him the epithet of “the Great”, but at the moment he didn’t feel great at all. He didn’t feel like a conquering warrior or a skilled statesman or a just law-giver.
He felt exactly like what he was. Tired. Worn. Weary.
The Pharaoh of Upper and Lower Egypt ran a gnarled, twisted hand through what was left of his hair, and gazed forlornly at the clumps that came away on his fingers. That hair had been red once...a lifetime ago.
Are these my hands? My hands?
How could these be the h
Sometimes It's HardSometimes it's hard to live like I'm happy and feeling great.AliceIsAwesome1
Sometimes it's hard to hold back the tear and smile on.
Sometimes it's hard to feel unaccepted and to act like I don't care about it.
Sometimes it's just so hard to live with the pain.
But most of the time it's easy.
It's easy to fake a smile, and bury the agony deep down.
It's easy to swallow the tears and give a happy hi.
It's easy to hide the feelings of rejection and put on an act.
It's just to easy to swallow and live with the pain
And that's what scares me the most.
you could see me
for who I am
and not the person
you believe me to be
I wonder if you would continue
at me readily.
Sir Samuel StoutThis is the tale of Sir Samuel Stout, a man with a life full of woe.Nightshade03
For fun and adventure he did live without, but how to find it he just did not know.
So he set out in search for a valiant quest, for which to make his life complete.
He packed his brown satchel and headed out West, on his stumbling, leather-shod feet.
He ventured atop the Mountain of Bears, lightning-bolts cracking the skies.
At the peak of the mountain, blocking his path, was the Bear Queen with death in her eyes.
"I've found meat for my sons!" The Queen of Bears roared, licking her sharp, bloody claws.
"For you, Son of Man, only death now awaits, for breaking the Bear-Mountain Laws!"
Samuel Stout put his hands on his hips, frowning with mild frustration.
"I've no time to tarry with you, Wild Queen. Nor any of the humble Bear Nation.
"You see, Dearest Queen, I am in search of adventure, and my time for questing runs short.
Please let me by without fuss, feud, or fight, and go back to your Bear Mountain Court."
GrayLET ME CREATE DINOSAURS IN THE CLOUDS AND STORIES IN THE STARS.SeeThroughtheMist
Let me warp your memories and dance to the murderer's march.
LET ME WHISTLE TO THE BIRDS SONGS AND LAUGH AT MY PAIN.
Let me destroy the light of day and glare at the moon.
Let me BE BOLD in my happiness.
LET ME be quiet IN MY LONELINESS.
I WANT MY HEART TO RACE WITH THE THUNDER OF DRUMS.
I want my mind to be filled with violins and flutes.
I WANT MY FINGERS TO FLASH ACROSS THE KEYBOARD IN EXCITEMENT.
I want my eyes to fill with emotions at the words on paper or screen.
I want A POUNDING IN MY CHEST that sends my nerves tingling.
I WANT a soft flutter of wind TO CALM MY ERRATIC BREATHING.
I WISH FOR THE WORLD TO KNOW TRUE MAGIC.
I wish for no more of this cruelty.
I WISH FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW THEY CAN.
I wish for those who wish for only themselves.
I wish FOR OTHERS TO WISH with me.
I WISH for people to stop wishing AND START ACTING.
Who says THAT EVERYTHING is in BLACK and WHITE?
I prefer TO THINK that the
CacophonyWe are screaming into the void.whisperedmemories
Some of us do it more silently than others.
Some of us do it in our sleep,
when we’re left alone and wanting. Some of us scream when we lose,
fall down, when we can no longer fight.
Some of us scream when we get it right and can’t understand
why, even then, it doesn’t make any sense.
Maybe this is called sanity- or rather, a lack of it.
I’ve been screaming for years and for the first time I can actually hear it.
Now that I can, it’s deafening.
I can focus on nothing else.
It consumes me.
Chews me up.
My solutions have been useless.
Buying earplugs doesn’t make the noise stop
it only softens it.
Maybe all of life is noise: endless until the end finally comes.
Maybe we are simply waiting-
waiting for the conductor to drop his arms.
A signal, allowing us to be done.
For when the piece is over and we take our bows...
What is a choir if not the sum of its voices?
Don’t be selfish- keep singing.
After all, it’s o
"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."|
- Friedrich Nietzsche
"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Do or do not. There is no try"
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