Sleep Is For The WeakStay awake, Felix. Don’t succumb to tiredness.
That’s what I’ve been telling myself for the past four years now. Or had it been five years or slightly longer? I don’t seem to remember or even remotely care –it’s been such an awful long time since I set foot on Chorus after the hell I’ve been through. All I know is I’ve had this mantra, as some might say, drilled into my brain and nothing or nobody will convince me otherwise.
The other soldiers wouldn’t understand anyway. Not that I expect them to, especially since I made a request to Kimball that I had my own bodyguard standing outside my quarters from dusk to dawn. I could detect the sheer curiosity in their faces every time they studied me intently with their eyes. At times I convinced myself that I knew what they must be thinking.
Why would a big badass (and might I add very handsome) mercenary such as myself would resort to someone guarding my ass when it was no longer
Among The StarsBehind me, I could hear the tell-tale rustling of my undersuit, the noise so faint yet audible, as the material was pulled down a few inches. I welcomed the touch of cold air against the expanse of my bare skin, breathing in with pleasure at how the slight chill instantly cooled my burning body. God, it wasn’t exactly easy – not to mention a bit uncomfortable – when you’re fighting on a planet’s surface dressed in a titanium and ceramic composite armour plating which made up the ODST Battle Dress Uniform.
Warm callused hands gently caressed my right shoulder blade, the movements fleeting and accurate in the examination of that precise area. It didn’t last long, and when the male medic shuffled into my line of vision I searched his face for any clues, hints as to whether the unreleased news was good or bad.
“The skin seems a bit inflamed, but then again that’s perfectly normal when it comes to minor plasma burns,” he told me, profess
Not Quite So Simple Challenge“So, let me get this straight…”
Adrian craned his head to the side, his azure eyes instantly clashing with his older brother’s caramel eyes, watching the seventeen year old lanky boy making himself comfortable by leaning back on the sofa, hands clasped loosely on his stomach. Sean momentarily paused, his awareness increasing as soon as he noticed he got Adrian’s attention – silence dragged on for a full second before he spoke again.
“You lost your virginity to Nicola,” he slowly said, almost as if he was trying to make sense of the revelation that his fifteen year old sibling just sprung on him two minutes ago. Part of Sean was tempted to ask why exactly he was telling him this now when something as important like that should have been kept private. Then again it came as no surprise really. “When did all this happen?”
Adrian hiked up his broad shoulders in a light shrug, casually tapping against his knee socket. This was how h
Looking For A New HomeFor a good thirty minutes or so, Wash sat atop of his bed, trying his best to string together words in his head so they could be put down on paper. Unfortunately the problem is time wasn’t on his side. The more he stared blankly into the depths of his room, mostly focusing on York and North’s interesting conversation when they were meant to be assisting him, the less understanding the Director will have for the blond haired Freelancer. Inhaling in a deep lungful of air, Wash briefly closed his eyes, willing himself to block out all distracting noises all around him. His idea was beginning to work until York decided to pass a smartass remark in his direction.
“Wash, I don’t think you’re going to get anything done if you’re nodding off like that.”
The entire room came into focus as soon as he opened his eyes again. The younger man noticed that he was the centre of his friends’ attention, so in return Wash shot them both a stern look.