I was once a researcher's assistant on some big space research vessel. I admit, I made some mistakes, but my uptight bastard of a boss decided to promote me to Field Researcher. My first, and obviously last mission, was to indefinitely observe a newly discovered race just so I could be off his ship. Stuff like daily logs, observation for hours on end, all without contact.
And in the background, there's a war going on. That's actually why I accepted the job. It was either observation, or conscription.
Don't you just love my options?
Chapters (2)
The stranded pilot then threw debris towards
the final Alliance fighter. The fighter then exploded in a ball of blue flame and the smell of
cheap air freshener. For the next hour or so, the stranded pilots continued throwing debris at
each other and exchanged many middle fingers.
Bwaha. That's funny shit.
...Woah... how long has this been here?
It is interesting, I'll give you that. Honestly I look forward to more, but it doesn't seem to have updated for... a while. What will happen with Lyra... I wonder. Anyway, have a like... I've yet to decide if I want to Watch or fave. Sure hope something good comes of this.
-The Human (Mark 2)
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Thanks for commenting, but this story is most likely dead.
I was just testing the waters and my own writing skills with this fic. I do have the rest of the story planned out in my head, but I've lost interest.
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Eh, Pity, but I can respect that. Well... good luck to any other endeavors you may have.
-The Human (Mark 2)