Glimpo was very pleased with himself. He had passed all the tests and had been selected for a delegation to meet with the first alien race that his had ever encountered. It had been generations since first contact, and discussions had been dragging out.

Blood. Sweat. Mud. Steel. Fear. So, so much fear. Alekria ran through the battlefield, steel in hand and desperation in her eyes as she prepared to clash against the enemy forces.

“What?” “The target is a hu…” “No, no. I heard what you said. I just… what? There’s no way in the galaxy anyone could be that monumentally stupid.” “I was lead to believe that the ‘Black Hand Assassins’ could kill anything.” “You keep that name out of your thrice-damned mouth around here whelp! We had […]

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The galaxy is dangerous. Civil wars, betrayals, alliances and competition for resources all make sure that combat, be it political or military, is a constant. Except on that day. For on that day none dare fire. On that day the trenches and bunkers stay quiet. No soldiers die by the hands of others. Weapon manufacturers […]

An awesome writing promt response by striving-artist about a man having his best day over, but unfortunately, also his last. [striving-artist | Via MC]

An idea about an action movie featuring a retired action dad and his daughter. Just as the man lets his guard down, his past comes back to haunt him. [Source | Via MC]