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an asshole.

because people will pay you ludicrous amounts of cash to shuttle race horses across the country.

Axe me anything.

When I saw your username I thought I was having a stroke.

race car helmets are better than motorcycle helmets, as they're multi-impact rated.

Exodus That I found myself in a cockpit again was inevitable, that it was so soon was a surprise. That the cockpit belonged to a Gundam owned by Charity Alexander made me feel... it made me feel a way that I lacked the poetry of language to properly articulate. The job was simple, I was going...

Archer My heart felt like a toy wound too tight and let go all at once. Tachycardia, that’s what the medical training manual called it. Heartbeat of greater than one hundred per minute. It felt like I was half again as much as that. I’d never expected to have to fight, that wasn’t what we...

Foolish Heart I couldn't think or hear past the blood rushing in my ears or the pounding in my chest or the emptiness of my lungs. A cold fist had clenched itself tight around my heart and it felt as though everything inside me would explode and shrivel up all at once. By the time I was clear...

Decolonization The cockpit alarms screamed at me as I clung to the edge of consciousness. Thrusters were pushed well past the safety zones and the computer was trying to warn me that I was killing myself. It didn’t, and really couldn’t, know that I already knew and didn’t care. I could feel...

Rebellion The IFF system lit up the second I cleared the space doors and the targeting visor started locking targets half a second later. The warning tone that I’d become so familiar with chimed in my ear and I leaned hard on the thrusters to change my trajectory. This was for keeps, I had to...

For Auld Lang Syne I tapped the thrusters and launched myself towards the false Gundam, both of my sabers in a double slash coming in from the right. It was an obvious move, telegraphed from the moment I started moving, but that was fine. The pretender swung a tight, sharp stroke that locked...

Once More, With Feeling “Brooke, did you finish the numbers for July? If we don't have them ready by the first we're going to get audited again. I refuse to do hand inventory again so it's going to be on you if it comes to that!” I yelled up the stairs. In the five years we'd been on Colony...

Journey's End The stars at night, are big and bright, deep in the heart of Texas. Everyone knew how it went, you couldn't live there without picking it up. It wasn't hard to find the spirit of poetry in the night sky, and yet those words couldn't do justice to what it was like to actually be...

Victory in A Minor Key Compared to the Gundam, the controls of the Zaku were downright sluggish but even so, I was home. I went out and came back alive, I could do the same twice. Right arm servos were green on the damage board, controls responded a little better than they had before...

Respite I flew the final approach in standard control mode. The B.O.X.E.R. System might have been unparalleled in combat but as worn out as I was I wanted to rely a little more on the automatic systems to manage my approach. That, and I'd never flown an approach of any kind before because I'd...

Helios Rising “You could have stayed in space. I would have understood. You didn't have to give up your dreams to come back here.” There were so many last times, most of the time we were blessed not to know them. The last time he'd tuck me in bed. The last time he'd pick me up and swing me...

Charity The Gundam wasn't beyond repair by any stretch of the imagination. Sure, there was damage, but my suspicion was that it was the pilot that had been taken out of the fight. All of the damage seemed superficial as I climbed up the chest armor. It had definitely taken a few hard hits...

Gundam Local Type It was a word that had become synonymous with victory. The first close combat mobile suit the Earth Federation Space Forces had ever designed, the culmination of everything Project V had hoped to achieve. Gundam. When a Gundam entered the battlefield the number of soldiers...