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Ship-to-Ship Combat in the 32nd CenturyThe first thing you wanna do is forget everything you’ve seen in the movies and vidshows, with all those scenes of capital ships slugging it out with each other at short range. That almost never happens, and if it does then it means something’s gone terribly wrong. While they may make for some exciting action on the screen, with the kind of ordnance our modern warships are carrying you do not want to be in that kind of situation because the death tolls tend to be through the roof. Even if you are lucky enough to make it out alive, chances are a lot of your friends won’t be.
Real ship-to-ship combat generally occurs at such great distances that the ships involved are well beyond visual range of each other (and, given that warships are universally painted in flat black or dark gray to minimize albedo, you’d be hard pressed to see them even if they weren't), and is largely dependent on reflexes and fast thinking. Most engagements are over as soon as they’ve b
There's Aliens in the Field“Paw! Paw! There’s aliens in the field, Paw!”
Horace Greebley rose and turned to his son, forming his mouthparts into an expression of paternal indulgence. “Now son, what did we tell you about making things up?”
Mort skidded to a stop on the kitchen tiles, waving an upper limb at the back door. “But I aint, Paw! There’s aliens crashed in the field, I seen ‘em!”
Horace sighed and ruffled his son’s cranial integument with a cluster of manipulator digits. “Okay, okay, Mort. Where are the aliens?”
The ship was indeed crashed in the field, right where Mort had said it was. In retrospect, Horace wondered why he hadn’t heard the impact from the house. It looked like it would have been rather loud. “See Paw?” Mort said, pointing as though his father needed the scorched, twisted metal hulk currently sitting in the middle of the burning remains of his field pointed out to him. “See? It’s aliens!
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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