ATG On The Air

Maven Personal Log I got a cot. My quarters were cramped, just room enough for the bed, one chair, a latrine, a rudimentary desk which folded up against the wall, and a sink. But I had a cot. Not a bunk. I put my go bag on the cot, and opened it. One small folding easel, a plastic tube containing brushes, and a box of paints. I tucked my case of SSG-33 stun grenades into the corner of my bag,…

Maven Personal Log ‘Oh, darling,’ I said to the stern Adjutant Santhea. ‘In public?’ I held out my hands for the restraints. I watched the Adjutant start to blush again, and turn her face away to wrap her lips around a silent curse. She returned her gaze to me. ‘Just get in,’ she said, her voice softer, slightly rushed, as if she were embarrassed to even know me, and a little desperate not to…

Ashorra ‘I’ve got to warn them,’ said Ashorra, breathlessly. She peered around the corner where she was hiding, peering along the corridor. It was empty. Ashorra’s heart pounded in her chest. “Empty” did not mean “safe.” Ashorra turned away and resumed her run. The half-lit corridors were featureless, without doors, windows, or signage to indicate where she was running to. At the end of this…

Part Eight – Sally Forth Maven Personal Log I was waiting on the steps of the railway station for San. There was some time to go before the train was ready; even so, I harboured a worry that she was never going to show. But she did, on foot, dragging along one of those huge cases with a handle and those little castor wheels. Some boxy shape in oxblood leather, its colour matching my aviator…