Made in DNA
American author/translator living in Japan. Haunts a variety of social media sites, loves writing, spends too much time thinking about pizza.
Note that I write in a variety of genres, including adult. Adult titles are all under FILTHY.
Screaming Metal (Part 022)
Shake Hands was a planet on the cool side, occupying an outer position of its sun's circumstellar habitable zone. While cold at times, it wasn't completely intolerable. Even overnight.
Screaming Metal (Part 021)
"Yes, ma'am," Deshel said. "Suen, give me a local structure report." "Holodar shows no man-made structures in the vicinity. Forests withstanding, the area is clean to seven meters off the floor."
Screaming Metal (Part 020)
"Ma'am?" Surprised, Deshel questioned the order. Had Deshel assumed they'd leave Shake Hands now that their real reason for being on-planet had been discovered?
Screaming Metal (Part 019)
That roll, however, was intended to buy the moment or two the Alley Cat needed to kick on its thrusters. Stuck on her butt in an awkward position, a frantic Priyanka still managed to magnetically lock herself to the cargo bay wall and floor.
Screaming Metal (Part 018)
"But you're still attached to the ship. If we take off–" Suen protested. "You let me worry about that. Do you read me?" There was a pause and then both Suen and Deshel piped up over the commset, "Yes, ma'am."
Screaming Metal (Part 017)
If this was indeed Il'on, then it would have been on Shake Hands well before the colonists. It made sense. If it could broadcast over the local radio waves, then it could listen in on them too.
Screaming Metal (Part 016)
Expanding outward as if reaching for her face, several spider-legged flashes danced before her eyes before dissipating. Priyanka blinked away the afterflashes.
Screaming Metal (Part 015)
There didn't seem to be rhyme or reason to the timing of the outbursts. She needed to calm herself, lest she trigger a collapse and join Il'on and the rest of the junk here in eternal obscurity.