Sunday, February 27, 2011
Conversion - Part 20
Starlight gleamed like a gem against the dark abyss that was space. She sparkled at times when the radiance of a nearby star hits the hull at just the right angle. Even after the damage she had sustained from the Ariel, even after scraping the edges of the energy pockets she couldn't avoid, she was still a dazzling sight in the dark. But there was an illumination approaching her. Rings of light, the wake of an explosion, had started out strong and devastating but had weakened considerably when it reached the ship, and rocked her, gently.
“Status,” Captain Hunt stood in front of the giant flickering holoscreen. He fought to keep the tone of defeat in his voice from coming through.
“We still have the trail,” reported the pilot Lieutenant Wong.
“And the barge? How far more till we reach the barge?”
“It's ahead sir, but...”
“Show me.”
It took the holoscreen a few seconds to switch to an exterior view. When the image cleared up Hunt closed his eyes and felt his chin on his chest. There was little left of the barge that carried Melanko, just pieces of metal floating weightlessly in space.
“Life pods?” asked Commander Holts.
“Negative sir.”
Hunt jaw clenched and he shook his head slowly. “Can we scan for the edge of the mine field now?”
It took Wong a few moments before he pulled up the information on a separate holoscreen. “Six thousand kilometers, sir.”
“He nearly got through,” Holts said looking at the captain.
“No, he got us through,” sighed Hunt.
It took another hour and a few more close calls that threatened to rip through the ship, but Starlight, her gleaming hull and sparkling lights finally cleared the field.
…
Private Nicholas Nelson's eyes were red, but there were no tears. This was true of all the troopers at the memorial for Colonel Melanko and those who were lost. Carter Colfax wanted to hug the young private but resisted the impulse, he just pressed his lips and nodded when their eyes met. There was nothing he knew to say. Colfax made up his mind to leave when the service ended but Nelson caught up with him.
“You're leaving sir?”
“I, well, I just thought that you'd wanna be with your friends, that you'd want, to be alone at a time like this...” Colfax hated being caught off guard and stumbling over his words.
“Can I come over later?” Nelson cut in.
“Sure,” Colfax smiled and squeezed Nelson's shoulder. “We'll talk.”
The few crew members and troopers who lingered on broke into smaller groups, shaking hands and some hugging each other. Private Eddie Noep and a few Ground Command who were abducted stood away conspicuously. Dressed back in their own uniforms they didn't acknowledge anyone until they were joined by Commander Tesper and Corporal Allanah Jennings.
Allanah hugged Eddie and whispered something into his ear. He burst into tears before quickly regaining control and just nodded before letting go.
Tesper reached out his hand to Eddie and he shook it. “How are you holding up private?”
“Just fine sir.”
“As you were.”
Tesper walked away. He suspected it was clear now to Eddie and the rest of the Ground Command troopers that this wasn't what they signed up for, or how they had expected their first space mission would turn out. He himself often felt the same way. But he was certain that the troopers would adapt very quickly, just as he had. But for now, he had to accept the lie that everything was just fine.
“Status,” Captain Hunt stood in front of the giant flickering holoscreen. He fought to keep the tone of defeat in his voice from coming through.
“We still have the trail,” reported the pilot Lieutenant Wong.
“And the barge? How far more till we reach the barge?”
“It's ahead sir, but...”
“Show me.”
It took the holoscreen a few seconds to switch to an exterior view. When the image cleared up Hunt closed his eyes and felt his chin on his chest. There was little left of the barge that carried Melanko, just pieces of metal floating weightlessly in space.
“Life pods?” asked Commander Holts.
“Negative sir.”
Hunt jaw clenched and he shook his head slowly. “Can we scan for the edge of the mine field now?”
It took Wong a few moments before he pulled up the information on a separate holoscreen. “Six thousand kilometers, sir.”
“He nearly got through,” Holts said looking at the captain.
“No, he got us through,” sighed Hunt.
It took another hour and a few more close calls that threatened to rip through the ship, but Starlight, her gleaming hull and sparkling lights finally cleared the field.
…
Private Nicholas Nelson's eyes were red, but there were no tears. This was true of all the troopers at the memorial for Colonel Melanko and those who were lost. Carter Colfax wanted to hug the young private but resisted the impulse, he just pressed his lips and nodded when their eyes met. There was nothing he knew to say. Colfax made up his mind to leave when the service ended but Nelson caught up with him.
“You're leaving sir?”
“I, well, I just thought that you'd wanna be with your friends, that you'd want, to be alone at a time like this...” Colfax hated being caught off guard and stumbling over his words.
“Can I come over later?” Nelson cut in.
“Sure,” Colfax smiled and squeezed Nelson's shoulder. “We'll talk.”
The few crew members and troopers who lingered on broke into smaller groups, shaking hands and some hugging each other. Private Eddie Noep and a few Ground Command who were abducted stood away conspicuously. Dressed back in their own uniforms they didn't acknowledge anyone until they were joined by Commander Tesper and Corporal Allanah Jennings.
Allanah hugged Eddie and whispered something into his ear. He burst into tears before quickly regaining control and just nodded before letting go.
Tesper reached out his hand to Eddie and he shook it. “How are you holding up private?”
“Just fine sir.”
“As you were.”
Tesper walked away. He suspected it was clear now to Eddie and the rest of the Ground Command troopers that this wasn't what they signed up for, or how they had expected their first space mission would turn out. He himself often felt the same way. But he was certain that the troopers would adapt very quickly, just as he had. But for now, he had to accept the lie that everything was just fine.
Crew Complement
Name: Charles Albert Wilkins
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 20
Field: Ship's systems, engineering
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Crew Contact
There's just something about Lieutenant Joey Takahashi's lips that makes him so sought after for Crew Contact sessions.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Open Frequencies
So how was your weekend?
To continue from what I posted in the Open Frequencies section last week, I've once again found myself running out of programs to watch while I worked on the pics. So that means rewatching my DVD box sets. Law & Order worked well for a while but I've moved on to sitcoms.
The pics take a lot of time, but then writing the stories is a whole different feat altogether. On good days I can finish up two to three chapters in one sitting but on the days when lady muse is being fussy, it's a blank page with two lines for hours. I've found that the best place to work is outside at a cafe. It's quite fun and exciting writing the naughty bits at a Starbucks with tons of unsuspecting folks around me. I wonder if anyone noticed.
Anyhoo enjoy the daily posts people!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Conversion - Part 19
“The mist seems to be dissipating,” Colfax said. “The last person who came through was five minutes ago.” He could tell that Stone was still holding up hope that there would be more. “Sir?”
“Give it another five minutes.”
Stone turned away and tapped on his scarab. “Captain, we should proceed to the next phase.” His tone somber. I'll report to the bridge immediately.”
“Lieutenant Colfax, seal the room after five minutes. And see to it that the other damaged decks are secured as well. Then we go into lock down mode.”
Stone didn't wait to see Colfax's acknowledgment, he turned and left the room. Colfax knew what Stone must be feeling, he shared his sentiment. They have over twenty crewmates unaccounted for, and leaving now would mean abandoning them without knowing their fate.
…
Captain Hunt, Commanders Holts and Stone were on the bridge staring at the holoscreen. The projection showed them a live feed of a barge in front of Starlight. On a separate screen was Colonel Melanko making some final systems check.
“Remember Colonel, you only have a few seconds to make course corrections, so go slow, let the scanners find the energy pockets each step of the way,” Lieutenant Wong said from his station. “We have enhanced the range of the scanners but still it's not much. The pockets seem to be in a state of flux and they can change in size and shape pretty fast.”
“Wong, you remind me of my first wife. I have everything under control,” grumbled Melanko and lit a cigarette.
“Sir, it may not be wise to smoke inside the -”
“For god's sake Mr. Wong, shut the fuck up.”
Wong looked up at the screen and saw the colonel flashing him a smile from behind a puff of smoke. “Fine.”
“Yup, now you sound just like her too.”
Wong called up a screen that showed a blank star chart. The plan was to have the colonel's barge navigate through the field, plotting a safe route for Starlight to follow. The smaller craft had more maneuverability and it would be able to detect and avoid the pockets a lot easier. Wong would then have to bring the ship through the field as fast as he could before the pockets changed shape.
“Whenever you're ready colonel,” said Hunt.
“Everything's in order, let's get this over with.” Melanko then looked up and his expression changed. “Captain, just in case anything happens, take care of my people will ya?”
Hunt nodded.
“It's not gonna be easy for these guys. We're used to a stricter code of conduct and this... new and different way of life onboard Starlight is gonna take some time. Conversions ain't easy so I'd appreciate it if you'd give 'em a little room to adapt at least.”
“You can lead the pack yourself colonel, when you get back,” Hunt smiled. He liked the less guarded Melanko.
“We're not getting any prettier standing around. Let's go!” said Melanko and powered up the barge.
“Thrusters are engaged, systems are online,” reported Lieutenant Wong, his fingers danced across the holoscreen syncing in Starlight's systems with the barge. He watched the barge pull away from the ship, made a turn and head into the dark.
“Nice and easy colonel, we'll keep this channel open for as long as you can,” said the captain knowing that eventually the interference from the energy pockets would disrupt communications. Wong had told him that the sync would drop too, after that they'd have to trace the wake of the barge until they've cleared the field.
The dot on the screen seemed to be inching along painfully slow, and from the bridge everyone could see, the colonel was already making multiple course changes.
“Shut down all non-essential sections of the ship,” Stone ordered through his scarab.
“Let's get moving Mr. Wong.” Hunt walked to the lieutenant's post and watched him punch in the coordinates left by the barge.
“As we had expected sir, we've lost communications and we're no longer patched in with the barge,” reported Wong. “But we have a lock on the wake.”
It seemed to be working, the trail guided the ship along, avoiding the energy pockets completely. Hunt found himself holding his breath each time the ship navigated around an energy vacuole, missing the pockets sometimes by a hair.
The view ahead projected on the holoscreen was deceptively clear, just the stars against the thick darkness of space. Hunt had to look at the sensors to see the volatile pockets.
Then a flash ahead. It started out as a bright blimp and it expanded, slowly.
“Oh god,” said Wong.
“Report,” Hunt said almost in a whisper.
“We won't know for sure sir, until we get closer.”
But everyone on the bridge staring at the holoscreen had the sinking feeling they already knew.
“Give it another five minutes.”
Stone turned away and tapped on his scarab. “Captain, we should proceed to the next phase.” His tone somber. I'll report to the bridge immediately.”
“Lieutenant Colfax, seal the room after five minutes. And see to it that the other damaged decks are secured as well. Then we go into lock down mode.”
Stone didn't wait to see Colfax's acknowledgment, he turned and left the room. Colfax knew what Stone must be feeling, he shared his sentiment. They have over twenty crewmates unaccounted for, and leaving now would mean abandoning them without knowing their fate.
…
Captain Hunt, Commanders Holts and Stone were on the bridge staring at the holoscreen. The projection showed them a live feed of a barge in front of Starlight. On a separate screen was Colonel Melanko making some final systems check. “Remember Colonel, you only have a few seconds to make course corrections, so go slow, let the scanners find the energy pockets each step of the way,” Lieutenant Wong said from his station. “We have enhanced the range of the scanners but still it's not much. The pockets seem to be in a state of flux and they can change in size and shape pretty fast.”
“Wong, you remind me of my first wife. I have everything under control,” grumbled Melanko and lit a cigarette.
“Sir, it may not be wise to smoke inside the -”
“For god's sake Mr. Wong, shut the fuck up.”
Wong looked up at the screen and saw the colonel flashing him a smile from behind a puff of smoke. “Fine.”
“Yup, now you sound just like her too.”
Wong called up a screen that showed a blank star chart. The plan was to have the colonel's barge navigate through the field, plotting a safe route for Starlight to follow. The smaller craft had more maneuverability and it would be able to detect and avoid the pockets a lot easier. Wong would then have to bring the ship through the field as fast as he could before the pockets changed shape.
“Whenever you're ready colonel,” said Hunt.
“Everything's in order, let's get this over with.” Melanko then looked up and his expression changed. “Captain, just in case anything happens, take care of my people will ya?”
Hunt nodded.
“It's not gonna be easy for these guys. We're used to a stricter code of conduct and this... new and different way of life onboard Starlight is gonna take some time. Conversions ain't easy so I'd appreciate it if you'd give 'em a little room to adapt at least.”
“You can lead the pack yourself colonel, when you get back,” Hunt smiled. He liked the less guarded Melanko.
“We're not getting any prettier standing around. Let's go!” said Melanko and powered up the barge.
“Thrusters are engaged, systems are online,” reported Lieutenant Wong, his fingers danced across the holoscreen syncing in Starlight's systems with the barge. He watched the barge pull away from the ship, made a turn and head into the dark.
“Nice and easy colonel, we'll keep this channel open for as long as you can,” said the captain knowing that eventually the interference from the energy pockets would disrupt communications. Wong had told him that the sync would drop too, after that they'd have to trace the wake of the barge until they've cleared the field.
The dot on the screen seemed to be inching along painfully slow, and from the bridge everyone could see, the colonel was already making multiple course changes.
“Shut down all non-essential sections of the ship,” Stone ordered through his scarab.
“Let's get moving Mr. Wong.” Hunt walked to the lieutenant's post and watched him punch in the coordinates left by the barge.
“As we had expected sir, we've lost communications and we're no longer patched in with the barge,” reported Wong. “But we have a lock on the wake.”
It seemed to be working, the trail guided the ship along, avoiding the energy pockets completely. Hunt found himself holding his breath each time the ship navigated around an energy vacuole, missing the pockets sometimes by a hair.
The view ahead projected on the holoscreen was deceptively clear, just the stars against the thick darkness of space. Hunt had to look at the sensors to see the volatile pockets.
Then a flash ahead. It started out as a bright blimp and it expanded, slowly.
“Oh god,” said Wong.
“Report,” Hunt said almost in a whisper.
“We won't know for sure sir, until we get closer.”
But everyone on the bridge staring at the holoscreen had the sinking feeling they already knew.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Crew Complement
Name: Clifford Geoffry Sterling
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 24
Field: Security, tactical
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Open Frequencies
So I've kept up with nearly daily posts for more than two weeks now and I have to say, it ain't easy.
But I've learnt to multitask and now a new habit has formed. Now I have to watch a show while making pics. It's kinda like listening to music while you work, and somehow I find enough attention span for both rendering and watching the latest episodes of Blue Blood, CSI, SVU or Spartacus.
And the result? I find that I can't make pics without something playing now. So on weekends and on breaks (like the recent tv show hiatus and Super Bowl weekend) when there's nothing to watch, there were moments of 'shit what am I gonna do now?' I've resorted to digging through archived shows on Dateline or 48 Hours Mysteries - the problem is there are only so many eps on their websites to stream and I've nearly watched them all. It takes about an hour plus to make an image, so I need two shows to make one image. What happens when I've exhausted everything? I shudder to think...
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Let Someone Touch You Today
Love is...
Allowing someone to touch you in the most intimate places.
And if you're very lucky, it'll be your heart.
Happy Valentine's Day everyone!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Conversion - Part 18
First to come out from the glowing cloud was Neil Tesper holding Tim Li close to him. Then a female trooper Stone recognized as Allanah Jennings and Lieutenant Jacques Murel and behind them, more crew members emerged, stumbling as they crossed over.
“Commander!” shouted Stone and helped them to the side. He tapped his scarab and called for the doctor. Meanwhile even more of the abducted crew came through, some walking, others leaning on each other.
They all collapsed as soon as they cleared the mist, falling hard on the metal floor of the cargo bay. The room was filling up fast with naked crewmen most of them looking dazed and disorientated. The security team called for backup and led some of the people out of the room and on the walkway.
Lieutenant Colfax didn't have time to catch his breath when he got to the bay and started carrying out as many crewmates as he could. He was lowering a crew member to the floor when he noticed that he was still leaking precum. Quickly and as discreetly he pinched his cockhead and wiped secretions on his uniform. From the corner of his eye he saw Nick Nelson tending to some men on the walkway. Unlike Colfax, the boy was in full-on action mode; he didn't seem to notice anything but the task at hand. Colfax realized that the boy was a trooper first, everything else was secondary. He felt an odd sense of pride that the Nelson was so dedicated. He smiled proudly when Nelson picked a man up, threw him over his shoulders and proceeded towards the infirmary. Such strength and commitment, marveled Colfax.
At the door Stone crouched down to check on Tesper who seemed to be more alert than the rest. Before he could say anything Tesper reached up and grabbed Stone by his shoulders.
“We need to get out of here, right now!”
“Don't worry commander, as soon as we have everyone-”
“You don't understand George, you won't every everyone!”
…
“How many?” asked Colonel Melanko sitting up.
“Thirty-four so far,” said the captain. “And there are casualties.”
“What? How are my people?”
“We don't have exact details right now. But Stone says that he doesn't expect to get everyone back. When people stop coming through the cloud, we have to be ready to leave. Perhaps within the hour. Colonel, you and Wong better get to the barge. And Lieutenant Wong, start reacquainting the colonel with the systems as soon as you get there. I want us to be ready to get out of this hellhole the first instant the last crewman is retrieved.”
…
When Commander Holts entered the crowded infirmary he was met with a scene of chaos. The medics had their hands full with getting people off the gurneys and onto the beds. Some crew members' conditions deteriorated while others were non-responsive and medical alerts were sounding throughout the infirmary as overlapping commands were given by the attending medics. Doctor DeSelle was in the thick of it trying to stabilize one patient after another. DeSelle saw Holts and told the medic next to him to take over. He rushed to the commander, his eyes wide with urgency.
“We need to open up an emergency triage. This room can't even hold everyone, to say nothing about treating them.”
“What is their condition?”
“Not much on the outside but their neurotransmitters are all out of whack.” DeSelle said.
“Meaning?”
“Well, except for Tesper and another trooper, everyone shows has extremely high levels of dopamine and serotonin. When I say high, I mean off the charts. The brain can't handle or process the amount of intense stimulation and electrical impulses. Whatever happened over there has short-circuited the body's nervous systems.”
Holts nodded. From what he understood based on the brief report by Tesper, the beings on the other side had the ability to manipulate all forms of energy. This must be how they were able to subdue and control those they abducted.
“What can you do?”
“We're still running scans, but the usual method to normalize the brain's electrical field would be to apply a targeted low-energy pulse.”
“Do what you need to doctor. Meanwhile I'll send some men to help you transfer some of the patients to the mess hall. That can be your temporary triage center.”
“There's another thing commander. Nearly all of them are suffering some form of sexual trauma.”
“Yeah, we saw how the aliens were torturing them.”
“No, these were definitely inflicted by humans. Aside from anal and vaginal tearing I've also noticed bruising on parts of the body consistent with sexual assault.”
Holts went cold. They were forced to rape each other, this was getting more horrific by the minute. Rape was something Holts had only read about in history books, there hasn't been a reported case of forced sex for centuries. He didn't know what to say. This was obviously not something they could deal with at the moment. He swallowed his disgust and nodded to the doctor.
“Do what you can for them doctor.”
...
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Crew Contact
"Sorry to disturb you so late lieutenant. I just feel a little cold tonight. Keep me warm, would you?"
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Open Frequencies
It would seem that every subsequent story posted on here gets just a little longer than the one before.
Is that a good thing? Well not for those who just want to get off from reading. Having said that, I wonder if everyone here sticks around for just for the story... hmmm.
My aim here of course is to entertain, and if you get excited from reading certain bits, well that's great. And if you get all hot and bothered from the pictures, that's wonderful too. I'm glad there is something for everyone in this little story blog of mine.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Crew Complement
Name: Chester Kessley
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 22
Field: Medical, bio-chemistry
Sunday, February 6, 2011
An Add-on
Young Lieutenant Halfort grew nervous as he waited for the security team to arrive at his location.
Conversion - Part 17
Commander George Stone ran, the ship never seemed so big and his destination, just four decks below, never seemed so far away. He didn't look back, he didn't need to, he could hear his men behind him trying keeping up. At best he could he tried to avoid crew members on the walkway but he had bumped into a few of them as he and twenty security men rushed the narrow corridors. The hatches and the ladders between decks were the only obstacles that slowed them down. He jumped through most of them, ignoring the burn on his hands as he slid down the ladders. He was thankful that they were going down instead of up.
Stone heard his heart pounding and his breath gushing through his flared nostrils when he finally reached Lieutenant Halfort in front of a cargo bay. The young blonde officer looked nervous and was visibly relieved when he saw Stone and his men.
“Report.” Stone tried to even his breathing.
“This, sir. It just happened,” Halfort pointed.
Inside the bay was a globe of bright mist. Stone powered up his onyx and before he took another step he gestured to his team and they promptly readied their energy riffles and the blasters on their onyx.
Stone was the first through the door followed by his men. The mist hovered in the middle of the room, silent and seemingly benign. The only movement came from the long wispy tails that extended from the main cloud.
“Cirrus uncinus,” whispered Halfort.
“What?”
“Mare's tail sir, it's a cloud formation... sorry.”
Stone ignored the lieutenant and returned his attention to the ball of illuminated mist. He had to admit, it did remind him of a cloud on a windy day, that is, if clouds hovered a foot from the ground. As he got closer, the tails seem to react to his proximity and they retracted a little, but only for an instant. Then they resumed stretching out, encroaching farther until some of the tails left the room and floated onto the walkway.
Stone signaled again and his men surrounded the room, weapons drawn and trained on the plume. He scanned with his onyx to get a reading of its composition. He wasn't surprised when it showed the same energy signature as the realm on the other side of the T'aal threshold. This had to be a doorway of some sort to the other side, thought Stone. Are they planning an invasion? Should he take a chance and walk through it? He took a step.
“Sir?” cautioned Halfort.
“Hold your position,” Stone said without looking back.
He was going to do it, he was going to risk it and walk into the cloud and everyone in the room knew this. Then something stopped him in his tracks.
Indistinct shapes from within the cloud started to take form. Something was trying to come through from the other side.
…
Carter Colfax felt a surge of heat from within him, the build-up ignited his lust, his yearning and his body responded accordingly. Even with the amount of phlegm bubbling in his throat, his mouth felt dry. He licked his lips. His hardened penis pointed out and his balls clung to his perineum wrapped tight inside his sack. He couldn't remember the last time he had wanted to fuck someone so badly. Perhaps it was because he had a naked young man staring back at him so longingly. Perhaps it was how beautiful Private Nick Nelson looked, something he had just noticed and starting to appreciate. Perhaps it was because he was going to be the first person to introduce this young private to a world of sex and intimacy. An intimacy only a man can give another.
He firmed up his stance behind the boy and massaged his perfectly round butt. He spread the firm cheeks and with his thumb, he rubbed the virgin hole. He loved how the anus responded to his touch, that wonderfully puckered sphincter, unshaven, was so incredibly inviting.
“Sir?” Nelson asked, probably wondering why nothing had happened. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no,” Colfax smiled. “I just want to enjoy this moment. It's not often I get someone so new, so... unblemished.” He winked at the boy. Then he licked his lips again.
The lieutenant rubbed his cockhead between the crevice, smearing a trail of precum from the boy's coccyx to the top of his anus. Nelson backed up with anticipation at the touch, begging to be plugged. Colfax played with the twitching anus with the tip of his cock head and watched it clench and relax under the stimulation. With the underside of the cockhead flat against the orifice, he firmly pressed down. He relished the sensation of Nelson's surrendering anus that was about to allow him unhindered entry. Colfax resisted the impulse to just ram his organ in one smooth stroke. But it wasn't easy to fight the urge. He sank it in just a little and withdrew before his corona was fully embedded. He then pushed more of his precum into the tight rosebud with his penis, moistening it and preparing it. The boy flinched then moaned – nervous and wanting at the same time.
Colfax spat on his palm and wiped it on his dickhead. With his free hand he fingered the agitated hole, all the while enjoying the sensation of it's muscles pinching his finger.
“Lieutenant Colfax, come in.”
Colfax heard it, but it took him a few seconds to realize that it wasn't an invitation from Nelson. The voice came through the comm panel on his wall.
“Lieutenant Colfax, respond.”
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Crew Complement
Name: Jeffery Dillon Simms
Rank: Ensign
Age: 19
Field: Ships systems, structural engineering
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Open Frequencies
Hey all, hope you're all still enjoying the story so far.
Been going through some personal stuff recently. So the stress is something that I have to deal with on
a daily basis. The horoscope says that the light at the end of the tunnel is near. I would gladly believe in
horoscopes if this were a guaranteed outcome.
Any hoo, do let me know what you think about the site, the stories and the pictures (yeah in that order).
Laters.
Kit
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
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