Hello, my name is Dorothy

by on November 19, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

There is no such thing as a civil war.  Wars are messy, nasty business.  When family goes to war, matters are the worst they could ever be.  I knew what Charles was up to the day I was born.  I chose to live so I could help him.  I mourn every one who died because of the choices we made, the mistakes we cannot take back.  But I would not change that most basic choice that gave me life.  To help Charles, whatever the cost.  And the costs have been high.

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Hello, my name is Charles

by on November 18, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

My family saw the Ageless as a Peloran plot to take over the human race.  I was the only member of the Family who was Ageless.  They used my mind to further Family interests, but never trusted me, never placed me in positions of true power in the Family.  They never forgave me for using Family funds to build a colony, in Peloran space, welcoming of Ageless.  I knew they would not.  I underestimated how far they would take their grudge though.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on November 17, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Most Veterans got to enjoy the celebrations of War’s End, but we Cowboys, and the other Ageless, got truncated real quick.  It started when the media asked how someone scarred by twenty years of War could be trusted in normal society with a deadly weapon.  They provided a platform for “experts” to demand the confiscation of our weapons, our ships, and even our partners.  The War was over after all.  What need did we have for weapons?

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on November 16, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

It’s amazing really, just how short an attention span people can have.  Realty shows bracketed by one-minute news reports simply don’t provide for an informed citizenry.  And when the news cycles can be measured in days, today’s heroes who fought in the greatest battles of the Hyades can be tomorrow’s forgotten figments of imagination.  They tried to make the people forget us.  They almost succeeded.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on November 16, 2012 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Most Veterans got to enjoy the celebrations of War’s End, but we Cowboys, and the other Ageless, got truncated real quick.  It started when the media asked how someone scarred by twenty years of War could be trusted in normal society with a deadly weapon.  They provided a platform for “experts” to demand the confiscation of our weapons, our ships, and even our partners.  The War was over after all.  What need did we have for weapons?

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