Heatwave

"Fleet Admiral Roh, A moment. Chief Engineer is reporting in."

He tapped the mute setting on the panel rendered in front of him. A hand on the visor of the cap, fanning himself softly.

"Fleet Admiral Tau, Repairs for the Environmental Controls are on the way. Estimated time of completion will be-"

"Chief Engineer, I ordered you to send the report digitally. Not orally."

"Adm. Tau, with all due respect... I just wanted to see you again."

"Chief Engineer, don't let the heat get to your head. Keep it in your trousers and please finalize the repairs on environmental controls." 

Nerds Can Be Buff Too

 Just because he's spending almost every waking hour in the belly of the beast, doesn't mean he's a push over. Watch yourself, mate.

Theobromine

 Head the Warnings of a mad alchemist.

The food of gods are not meant for the mortal flesh.

Will You Marry Me?

It's been almost 40 years since then. But they still remember the first time the two laid eyes on each other. Embarrassing, but most proposals are. 

"I asked her to marry me."

"And...?

"She said yes. Hellu'van Angel she is."

Good Bye, Yellow

17 happy and cheerful years. 5:55PM, January 2nd, 2020. The beloved Yellow, has passed. You'll be missed kitty cat. Thank you for raising me.

Turning of the Decade

It's rare to get a visit from the Imperial Bantioc Navy. But when they do, they usually know how to party. Load up the 420 mm BIG BERTHA with fireworks and let cannons loose.

Happy New Year from both the Prosperous kingdom of Galivas and the Imperial Bantioc Navy!

Warm Milk

There was a knock on the door to his office.

His son, tired eyes, still saluting the best he can.

The elder smiles, nodding and unbuttoning his uniform.

"Having trouble sleeping, Son?"

"Aye, Papa."

"I know exactly what will help. Come."

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