FYS: Mouse Maze"It's clear," Tim said, pulling his skinny frame back up through the access hatch. Kim already had the precious roll of copper wire out of her backpack and was splicing it to the line leading back to their parent's housing unit.FYS: Mouse Maze by Sir-Talen
"You disabled the cameras?" she asked.
"Not exactly," he said, double checking the looper modules plugged into their morphs. "There weren't any."
"No cameras," she repeated. She quirked up a disbelieving eyebrow. "In a utility tunnel big enough for a human to crawl in?"
"Nope." He shrugged. "And before you ask, there weren't any microphones, motion sensors, pressure plates or laser tripwires. Nothing. I checked three times."
Kim set the wire wrapped spindle down carefully. "It's a trick, y'know. It has to be a trick."
Tim glanced up automatically, looking for overhead drones, even though they were safely under the cover of the thick tree branches. "Of course it is. An access hatch to a major utility junction, unguarded and secured with a padloc
FYS: The Great GeneralDaud walked through the four meter high doors to the Golden Palace, replica to the original down on Lost Earth, nodding to the little fennecmorph dressed in a perfect replica of the old palace servant uniform who waited for him. As he stepped through, the palace guards, two seven foot tall tigermorphs, shut the doors behind him with a flourish.FYS: The Great General by Sir-Talen
"Good morning, Abd," he greeted the little morph.
It bowed deeply to him, tail wagging. "Good morning, Master Daud. How are you?"
"I'm well." He sighed, asking the inevitable question. "How is Father?
"The General is in his throne room," Abd told him. Its smiling face turned down. "He has already consumed a kilo of dates, two kilos of chocolate, and a liter and a half of pseudobrandy."
"He's not going to be able to get up off that throne of his if you let him keep eating like that," Daud scolded. "I thought you morphs were supposed to be looking out for us?"
Abd bowed again. "I'm sorry, Master Daud. Consumption of food seems to be his only solac
RVA: The Red Vixen at Sea, Body Count“Are you sure you’re not hungry?” Rolas asked, scraping dinner from the pan on the stove to a waiting plate. It was some sort of vegetable omelet that would have smelled heavenly any other time. Right now it was just making her stomach churn.RVA: The Red Vixen at Sea, Body Count by Sir-Talen
“No, sorry. I’ll just have some more crisps and water,” Melanie told him. She tried not to sound churlish. She hadn’t known that Rolas could cook. It was a rare skill to find in a male. Most of the great chefs were vixens of course, keeping with the foxen tradition of a vixen’s dominion over the family hearth, and the rest of the household by extension.
Rolas eyed her with worry, as he passed over a package of digestive crisps and a plastic water bottle from the pantry. “Are you certain you’re not sick?” he asked. He sat down at the small table across from her, his own meal temporarily forgotten it seemed. “If you are we are, we can head back to dock and go home.”
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