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."

Bonus Alternative!

Candlelit Rose Garden

 It's that time of the year again... I come to the garden each day to relax under the moonlight before bed... but tonight... well... See for yourself.

We certainly had our good time!

The Drone

It's well known that the Dracoss are... a unique species. Unable to reproduce naturally, they're heavily reliant on the technology they produce. Their bodies so feeble that a single wrong step would snap their bones like dry twigs. So small, So meek, So creative...

I was able to convince a Dracoss to take a picture of one of their hatcheries, always advertised on the Network with tag lines like...

"The New You!"
"Cancerous and Dangerous? We'll give you the new body!"
"About to die? You certainly don't need it!"

Knowing what goes on behind the Black Box wasn't worth the half a million I coughed up.

"He's one of the Hatchery caretakers. one of the drones that looks after the newborns."

Much Needed Relief

 It was a much needed relief. The medics did their best to administer some beta-blockers to stabilize that heart. 

 Doc also said that the chest would require daily relief for the next month. 

 There was that other option though... 

Call the Medic!

It started with a slight discomfort... a slight burn, an itch you can't scratch. He kept massaging them, hoping it'll pass soon. He still had 5 more hours on the clock, keeping tabs on his battleships and fleet deployments...

Again, they were warm to the touch. his chest almost uncomfortably swollen. Popped a few buttons to let the boys breathe. Why is it so goddamn hot in this ready room? Environmental controls are still functional.

And then he slammed the emergency medical alert. his chest burning, a rush of heat rising to his chest and head. snarls, growls, uncontrollable jerks.

HRRGH!.. HRRRGHHH!!! MEDIC!

Morning Routine

"Good morning. Current Time: 05:00. Temperature: 24 degrees.-"
Shut off the alarm, Kiss the still sleeping wife on her cheek. Strap the eye patch on and-... Oh, that's not... Bah. Better get a new shirt and take care of this later...