Hello, my name is Charles

by on March 10, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

If you saw only what the networks reported, you would believe that every American pilot who fought with the Peloran was a Cowboy. That is not entirely accurate. And all of us did not pilot Avengers. No single weapon can be used against all enemies you know. The Avenger is an excellent fighter, but Marauders are more deadly towards capital ships, and Shooting Stars are powerful military transports. Combined arms attacks are usually far more effective than more singular attacks, and we brought every advantage we could find to the Hyades with us.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on March 9, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Dinetah is the largest Indian Nation by land. And unlike many Indian Nations the lands are those that the Navajo have lived on for centuries. Their histories say they came from the coastal lands of California long ago, but even they don’t know where they came from before that. Maybe boats from Asia. Or that frozen bridge that people talk about between Alaska and Russia. Wherever they came from, they seem happy to live in Dinetah now, the place they believe God created the world from. Or something like that. They don’t think in American, so sometimes things get lost in translation. I’m never fully certain I got the idea right.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on March 8, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

After decades of slow and glitchy message boards or an early Internet that ran on old copper telephone lines, the Twenty First Century introduced revolutions in both hardware and software technologies. Fiberoptic lines became the backbone of the new long distance networks, and wireless towers and nodes allowed the widespread use of distributed computing. Personal computers stopped being relegated to a floor in a room with a static screen, or to a still bulky portable platform you could place on your lap. Personal computers became handheld devices that could be left in a pocket while you walked around town. And for the first time in known history, people could communicate to anybody they knew, even to the other side of the Earth, while they walked around the mall or had lunch at a restaurant.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on March 7, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I grew up in a world at peace. All I ever wanted in those days was to live on the lake and have some parties. I did school for the social aspects, not for the learning stuff. I knew everything I needed to know. I thought of myself as a pretty bad boy. Then The War came and everything I knew ended. I had to change my plans. My wishes. Everything. I had to adapt. I had to grow up. The Shang turned a boy that never wanted anything more than a fun party on the beach into the man people call Jack of Harts. That’s me if you’re having trouble tracking. I like to think they regret that life decision on their part. I would if I was in their shoes.

Jack drawn by Carlos C. Beltrán

Jack 03

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on March 6, 2016 at 12:01 am
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The Republic of Texas officially retired Marine Fighter Attack Wing 112 after War’s End. We are no longer part of the military. We are Cowboys still, though we are beholden to no government. We are independent of national ties. The five-pointed star with a wolf wearing a cowboy hat is our sigil, and the suits we wear are our uniforms. As we did in the Hyades Cluster, we seek order and peace wherever we go. Some planets welcome us. Others do not. But where the people want us and the governments do not, we are sure to come sooner or later. Word will reach us and we will come. We promise.

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