Creative Writing: Space Defense Offenders

" Now, thoughts on this? Amid all of the suspects admitting to the crime, it was pretty obvious that Harding would at least know something of the sort. It would make no sense that her boss and her husband hadn’t told anything about the attack on her longtime enemy. Yet, she still denied all the

“What exactly went wrong?”asked Jane ”Did you not read the mission bio?” Replied Thomas angrily. “That was a bio I thought that was merely paper to be recycled.” She answered innocently. ”

“I hope you are a better listener when I explain what job I have for you.” He added. “It’s clear you are better than the rest of us, rich boy and all that. But, in here your life is in my hands. If I say the word, you’re dead. If I don’t say anything, you will sign your own death warrant sooner than later.”

“Well, Admiral Davies came by earlier this morning and asked how hard it would get you cleared. I told

“We can’t just pretend that it never happened. Not only will this affect us, but everyone else as well.”

"Tonight all shall remember your failure. They will give you words of strength when talking directly to you, but I'd be surprised if a single one of them didn't fucking laugh at your back. Your problem, Ryker, is that you have shit for brains and cannot see your limits - you're willing to engage in direct fight with a stronger force rather than using your smarts, and that only serves to make a complete fool of yourself; all you get is your face on the ground and a boot on your back, which you probably like much more than you'd want to admit. Make no mistake - I single you out not because you are the best, but because you're the biggest disgrace to have ever graced my presence in all of these years of service. You're member of the lowest type of scum; the type that can't learn a thing until they realise how pitiful they are, and I'll be here to remind you of that during every step of the path.

“Right, that info was doubled checked by Preston himself using that CRV trance-like state stuff to determine if anything was there.”

"I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Big things…Sir, I will find out. I only hope your reasoning is good enough for me to forgive you.”

“Everybody, halt!” Conrad shouted. “Chief Justice, as the ruler of this throne, I wish to speak to my father first. There must be some explanation behind all of this.”

“That’s part of what I was trying to find out as you walked up, sir.” Colonel Flat told him, they said they jumped in last night.

“No! No more Anders,” he seethed, “I know you want a second chance, but how many second chances can one person have? Seriously, Anders, you have been with us for nearly four years, and if I give you another second chance, it’ll be more like a 200th chance. I just do not see it happening. Most people do not get do-overs Anders, not in this line of work, and most certainly not in life.”

“That is not how I run my ship ma’am. If you wish to be on my ship, then that is one worry you and all crewmembers men and women can leave to me. The Lancer is not a brothel.”

"Tell them as little or as much as you would like. Very few people know what happened with Strausser and all but one of them will be remaining here."

“Dad, you need to get some sleep; it’s three o’clock in the morning and you have a flight to catch at eleven.” Honestly, he probably hasn’t left that chair all day. He was sitting there when I left this morning at seven. Here he is almost twenty hours later in the same exact spot. You can tell he’s exhausted by the look on his face and his body posture. He has dark bags under his eyes that make it look like he hasn’t slept in days and his back is slouched over his desk. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he passed out right then and there, face first into his keyboard. His dark black hair looks as if it was caught in a blender; his five o’clock shadow and grimy skin gave off the impression that he hadn’t showered in days. He starts to speak

Upon hearing this, Chandler the Fair muttered, “I see.” He then asked her a question, in an inquisitive tone. “Is Magpie, the leader of your crew, aware that any of this even happened?”