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A Merman's Tale 42Chapter 42: A Most Appropriate RescuerA Merman's Tale 42 by uglygosling
The setup seemed to work to perfection. While Harry created his diversion at the surface, Yuki and I did so just below. Debbie then took advantage of the distraction to tear a gaping hole in the bottom of the boat that had been tormenting us, it slowed so abruptly that first one, then two more of the crew fell overboard. Even though they were now very much out of their element they did not go quietly, however. The first crewman, who was wearing flippers, fell practically on top of Debbie. When he tried to grab the lightsaber out of her hand she tail slapped him away. When he swam her way again and pulled out a large knife from a belt around his waist, Debbie sliced him in half just as I turned around to look for her. No blood issued from the severed halves as they sank toward the ocean floor, the heat of the blade had cauterized the wounds.
I only had a few moments to take in the scene before someone grabbed my tail from behind. I sp
A Merman's Tale 41Chapter 41: Battle in the SeaA Merman's Tale 41 by uglygosling
There was only one way for us to get a better picture of what was happening. I started for the surface, with Debbie, Diane, and Yuki following close behind. Just before reaching the surface we paused, then raised our heads up slowly so as not to create even a hint of splash. The sight we saw was even more chilling than we anticipated. The boat on which we had sailed this morning was dead in the water, obviously damaged, and the boat on which I had so recently been held captive was throwing up some serious bow waves as it headed in our general direction. We contemplated the scene before us for a few moments, then to our further horror the first boat suddenly capsized. All we could see was boat bottom, so we had no way to tell if Kirk, Ina, and the others on board were OK, or even alive. Nor could we take the time to try and see, we lost little more time carefully submerging and heading to the ocean floor once more.
After a few minutes my kidna
A Merman's Tale 40Chapter 40: Vulcans Never Lie...A Merman's Tale 40 by uglygosling
Hardly had I surfaced, several yards from the side of our visitor, than a heavy net was suddenly thrown over me. I was so surprised by this unanticipated turn of events I hesitated for a moment, when I more fully realized what was happening I was too entangled to kick myself free with my tail. Nor did I have enough time to wrestle with the netting to reach my lightsaber. I was swiftly pulled toward the boat's side, then hoisted into the air, net and all, before being lowered to the deck. The moment I touched down someone sat on my tailfin and another on my back, pinching my saber so tightly under my waist I could not reach for it even if my hands had not been tangled in the net. Like other Vulcans I'm much stronger than the average human, but it did me little good just then. We are not supermen, pile on enough weight and even Mr Spock would be imobilized!
'Just what IS going on here?' I thought to myself.
I did not have long to wait
Spindrift: Part One: Chapter TwelveChapter Twelve: The MachineSpindrift: Part One: Chapter Twelve by Alveric2
A lot was lost when the old Technic civilization collapsed into tyranny and war. Not the least were twelve worlds and their billions of inhabitants. Even after twenty-two centuries, one cannot walk the surface of Numerica without an environment suit and radiation shielding. It shouldn’t be surprising therefore that the art and science of building antimatter power plants didn’t survive.
Through my lifetime, at least, it’s always seemed that we were just on the edge of recovering this ability, only to find some new subtlety to the old technology that put the goal just that much further beyond our reach. The potential gains: ships that can exceed one parsec per day while also traveling from one edge of known space to the other without refueling, energy shielding, faster than light communication and, yes, super weapons, to name a few, have always been enough to make this quest the philosopher’s stone o
Song of the DeepThe night was cold and the wind howled like a beast in distress as its invisible essence danced over the flow of the land. The boy walked against its breath carrying a ragged cloth filled with morsels.Song of the Deep by Agacora
He could smell the salt in the air and feel the push and pull of the eternal tide drawing him in.
Above not a single star was seen and below was the ever crashing waves; where they lead he did not now.
Why exactly he had run off to the shoreline in the dead of night with scraps from the night's dinner evaded the boy as he crouched behind a clump of sea grass to banish the cold from his arms.
There was the tugging again as the tide swelled. It was as if the sea itself was whispering to him, calling him, to sink into it's vast depths. And now he was certain he could hear a faint song despite the crashing of the waves. It's tune wash soft and comforting, like a lullaby, and made him want to fall into a deep, deep, sleep. Maybe this was all a dream.
He examined the crude bag's c
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