Hello, my name is Jack

by on June 15, 2016 at 12:01 am
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People ask me why I have animals on my ship. For most of them, the answer is food. Mine. I like fresh meat. And scrambled eggs. Chickens can give me both, and they are small enough that they don’t take up much room. And there’s something comforting to be said about chickens clucking away while they go about their lives. Roosters? I’m not so much a fan of them. I did try the all natural chicken reproduction program once. Once. That rooster wore out his welcome real quick. So now it’s just me and the chickens, and I get to sleep in when I want to.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on June 14, 2016 at 12:01 am
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Jane 4.0 was a mistake in many ways. She was certainly never planned. Her genesis began years before she was officially brought online when a computer tech working on Jane 3.0 brought a copy of her code home to play with. It was one of the early code copies from back when Jane 2.0 was still being converted into Jane 3.0 and was far less stable than the final product. When the drug lords had Jane 3.0’s support infrastructure destroyed, America was in instant need of a new AI to replace her. His intermediate Jane was nowhere near combat capability, but she was better than the nothing the Army would soon have. So he began sending out feelers to those still alive in the Army’s AI program. It didn’t take long for them to notice him.

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It’s Not My Fault!

by on June 13, 2016 at 12:01 am
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Young Jack took some girl friends out on a little trip in search of…things they probably shouldn’t have been looking for.

Pretty soon they found themselves in a sticky situation.

And then statements like “I’m going to be sick,” “What where you thinking,” and “How did you do that” began to get thrown around.

Poor, young, innocent Jack was in way over his head.  All he could think to say was…

“It’s not my fault!”

It's Not My Fault

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on June 12, 2016 at 12:01 am
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The Desperados were Marine Aviation Group 41’s primary logistics squadron when The War began. Whenever one of our squadrons deployed for operations, the Desperados moved out as well with all the tools and equipment required to keep a squadron of spacecraft online and operational throughout their deployment. They flew Shooting Stars before The War, but were quickly upgraded with new Galaxies once it became clear the entire Aviation Group was being reactivated. The Peloran further upgraded their craft before the Hyades Campaign, and we relied on them rather heavily throughout that conflict. They followed us everywhere, to the distinct relief of my pilots let me tell you. Nobody wishes to be stuck on the rear end of nowhere without any support. The Desperados were part of our support.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on June 11, 2016 at 12:01 am
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I grow my own food. Most permanent space habitats do that and I’m no exception. Chicken. Fish. Taters. I grow all kinds of food in my ship. It gives me something to do. A routine. Daily jobs that have to be done. We all need things to do to keep us sane. I grow things. And I play music. The chickens like it. At least they don’t complain about it if they don’t. It’s the kind of stuff that keeps all spacers alive and connected to the world we all call home. Even those who have never been there.

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