Five-minute fiction - 23:06-23:11
And engage the two-fold dampeners, I dont want another blowback like last time, Thurnsel said.
Do you really expect something like that to happen again? one of the other technicians said, Cressa caught the faint flicker of apprehension in his tone.
No, but it pays to be careful. Please do it.
Yes, sir.
A low thrumming sounded through the crowd as...
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And engage the two-fold dampeners, I dont want another blowback like last time, Thurnsel said.
Do you really expect something like that to happen again? one of the other technicians said, Cressa caught the faint flicker of apprehension in his tone.
No, but it pays to be careful. Please do it.
Yes, sir.
A low thrumming sounded through the crowd as...
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garrattj:
It's a bit longer than five-minutes, but I stuck true to form, wrote the five-minute piece and then just tacked some stuff on.
Five-minute fiction - 22:53-22:58
0.01% if you please, Cressa said, his voice barely audible over the din of the assembled onlookers.
Yes, sir, the technician replied looking to Dr Thurnsel as if for confirmation.
Thurnsel nodded and turned his attention back to the data streaming across the screens. Cressa watched the engine, through nearly two-feet of solid clear plasteel and other safety devices erected after...
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0.01% if you please, Cressa said, his voice barely audible over the din of the assembled onlookers.
Yes, sir, the technician replied looking to Dr Thurnsel as if for confirmation.
Thurnsel nodded and turned his attention back to the data streaming across the screens. Cressa watched the engine, through nearly two-feet of solid clear plasteel and other safety devices erected after...
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radiofrank:
If it's doing this at one-hundredth of a percent, I almost shudder to think at what it will do when it goes up a full order of magnitude...
Five-minute fiction - 23:24-23:29
The signal coursed down through the myriad of cables that were strung between the control panel and the engine in the centre of the test chamber. A crowd of people, scientists, engineers, and Orland Cressa founder of X-Corp stood trying to watch both the screens arrayed before them and the device. Many of the more technical minded of the group stared...
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The signal coursed down through the myriad of cables that were strung between the control panel and the engine in the centre of the test chamber. A crowd of people, scientists, engineers, and Orland Cressa founder of X-Corp stood trying to watch both the screens arrayed before them and the device. Many of the more technical minded of the group stared...
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radiofrank:
I'm fine, thanks; just the same old stuff with me.
I am interested to discover what happens when this engine gets lit up...
I am interested to discover what happens when this engine gets lit up...
Five-minute fiction - 08:48-09:53
The blade was keenly sharp, and bore the sickly sweet scent of blood long dried. Dour examined it in the light of the flickering torches. The yellow pallor clung to the blade catching the nicks, and ridges as it passed along down the blades edge. He snapped it out, feeling the weight, testing the balance. It was a weapon of finesse,...
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The blade was keenly sharp, and bore the sickly sweet scent of blood long dried. Dour examined it in the light of the flickering torches. The yellow pallor clung to the blade catching the nicks, and ridges as it passed along down the blades edge. He snapped it out, feeling the weight, testing the balance. It was a weapon of finesse,...
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radiofrank:
Excellent, as always.
Hope that you're well, good sir.
Hope that you're well, good sir.
Five-minute fiction - 23:23-23:28
The stone shuddered, cracking as unseen forces worked upon it. The angelic images engraved upon it warped, twisting into unrecognizable faces of destruction and damnation. With a great thundering crack the stone split, an immense seam erupting in the face of the angelic stone being. A body of flesh and blood, the utter opposite of the lifeless staggered into the light....
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The stone shuddered, cracking as unseen forces worked upon it. The angelic images engraved upon it warped, twisting into unrecognizable faces of destruction and damnation. With a great thundering crack the stone split, an immense seam erupting in the face of the angelic stone being. A body of flesh and blood, the utter opposite of the lifeless staggered into the light....
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Five-minute fiction - 00:12-00:17
Grim didnt like firearms. There was just something disconcerting about the way they looked. Crossbows had some flair. They required some skill, albeit less than a bow, but still more so than a firearm. Point and click, that was the way his father had described them. The fact that the devices had were less common than they should have been amongst...
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Grim didnt like firearms. There was just something disconcerting about the way they looked. Crossbows had some flair. They required some skill, albeit less than a bow, but still more so than a firearm. Point and click, that was the way his father had described them. The fact that the devices had were less common than they should have been amongst...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:19-23:24
Grim waited.
He hated waiting, it reminded of being back in school. One would think that going to a school for assassins, rather the College of Assassination and the Arts would have made him more patient. It didnt, it just made him nervous.
The small desk clock tick-tocked absently in the corner and Grim felt his eyes drawn to it. He...
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Grim waited.
He hated waiting, it reminded of being back in school. One would think that going to a school for assassins, rather the College of Assassination and the Arts would have made him more patient. It didnt, it just made him nervous.
The small desk clock tick-tocked absently in the corner and Grim felt his eyes drawn to it. He...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:11-00:16
The figure appeared in the doorway, he was ghostly pale, his robes and skin an almost translucent white. His eyes were a soft blue, with thin veins running throughout the whites. His skin hung loosely from his bones, and his breath rasped with each intake. Grim sat in the gutter watching him, hed seen priest of Khash before, but never one...
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The figure appeared in the doorway, he was ghostly pale, his robes and skin an almost translucent white. His eyes were a soft blue, with thin veins running throughout the whites. His skin hung loosely from his bones, and his breath rasped with each intake. Grim sat in the gutter watching him, hed seen priest of Khash before, but never one...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:43-00:48
And dont let me catch you in town again! the ruffian called from the open door of the stage-coach as it sped away in a cloud of dust, and cursing.
Grim sat up. They had thrown him flat in the road, barely slowing down to do so. It wasnt the first time hed been thrown from a moving conveyance, but this...
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And dont let me catch you in town again! the ruffian called from the open door of the stage-coach as it sped away in a cloud of dust, and cursing.
Grim sat up. They had thrown him flat in the road, barely slowing down to do so. It wasnt the first time hed been thrown from a moving conveyance, but this...
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Five-minute fiction - 23:32-23:37
It had been known by many names through the course of its history, but to the citizens, especially those who had lived through more than one civil war, or even two, it was known simply as the City. It had borne too many names, and been razed to the ground too many times, for it to bear any resemblance to any...
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It had been known by many names through the course of its history, but to the citizens, especially those who had lived through more than one civil war, or even two, it was known simply as the City. It had borne too many names, and been razed to the ground too many times, for it to bear any resemblance to any...
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Five-minute fiction - 09:57-10:02
The cold steel manacles snapped shut around Grims wrists. He tried to turn, to see the policeman whod leapt from the cover of the alley and tackled him, but every time he turned his head it was met with a swift crack from a gloved hand.
Ow! he shouted as another blow hit the already red side of his face. I...
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The cold steel manacles snapped shut around Grims wrists. He tried to turn, to see the policeman whod leapt from the cover of the alley and tackled him, but every time he turned his head it was met with a swift crack from a gloved hand.
Ow! he shouted as another blow hit the already red side of his face. I...
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Five-minute fiction - 00:22-00:27
Its all a matter of perspective, Grim said with a grin.
Perspective? Darker said. He glared at Grim and swiped at him with his hand but the slighter of the pair skittered out of reach. Darker would have given pursuit and beaten the little bastard, but the crossbow bolt in his shoulder had pinned him to the wall.
Exactly, how is...
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Its all a matter of perspective, Grim said with a grin.
Perspective? Darker said. He glared at Grim and swiped at him with his hand but the slighter of the pair skittered out of reach. Darker would have given pursuit and beaten the little bastard, but the crossbow bolt in his shoulder had pinned him to the wall.
Exactly, how is...
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