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The shuttle bay of the USS Trieste was a cavern of acoustic violence. Unlike the relatively clean corridors near the command deck, the bay was raw industry. The deck was scarred plasteel, scuffed by landing skids and the boots of loaders. It smelled of hydraulic fluid and hot metal. The atmospheric forcefields hummed with a headache-inducing whine, holding back vacuum while a Type-6 shuttle underwent engine maintenance beneath an open access panel. Data stood by a maintenance console, inputting…- 3.4 K • Ongoing
The USS Trieste did not hum like the starships in the recruitment holograms. It vibrated. It was a persistent, low-frequency thrum that travelled up through the deck plating and into the soles of the boots, a constant reminder of the dilithium intermix chamber churning three decks down. The air tasted of ozone and recycled particulates, filtered one time too many. It was the smell of a machine that had been running hot for twenty years. Ensign Data stood outside the Captain’s Ready Room. He did not…- 3.4 K • Ongoing
Fog wound through the cemetery like ghostly fingers, clinging low to the ground and weaving around gravestones in heavy, pale tendrils. Buffy Summers navigated the labyrinthine paths, her boots crunching softly on the gravel. The fog curled around her ankles like a persistent cat, thick enough that the gravestones seemed to rise from an endless gray sea. Beside her, Faith moved with a predator’s grace, her leather jacket catching the moonlight in sleek ripples. A stake twirled effortlessly between her…- 2.6 K • Ongoing
Golden morning light crept softly through Buffy’s window, casting a warm glow across her bed. Outside, Sunnydale went through its usual morning routine—birds singing, cars rumbling by, and the neighbor’s lawn mower already revving. But Buffy’s attention was somewhere else. Sitting cross-legged on her bed, Buffy stared down at the amulet in her hand. It was deceptively beautiful—a simple amber stone set in silver, pulsing faintly with a dark glow. She knew that keeping it was bound to be…- 2.6 K • Ongoing
