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Morning Coffee
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
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Ahro
Meredith put her spoon down and leaned back in her chair, stretching. A few of the early risers in Magus Station’s food court paused to admire the view as the freighter captain’s breasts strained momentarily against her Transcosm shirt.
Commodore Bury glanced at her as the mare relaxed out of her stretch and picked up her own coffee mug. “Tired?” the pangolin asked.
The golden palomino shrugged. “My fault,” she said after taking a sip of her own coffee. “Stayed up late.”
“Worried?”
“Not really. I’m just – no, I’m not saying it.” Bury Danyell grinned; it was an old tradition in space that if the word bored was spoken aloud, the Universe was guaranteed to have something happen to liven things up. “Let’s just say that I want to go back to worrying about cargo manifests, schedules and getting bonuses that don’t have to do with entering a combat zone.”
“I hear you.” The pangolin raised her mug in salute. “Stayed up late, huh? Worrying?”
Meredith shook her head. “No, Varan and I were playing this silly computer game before things went even further to shit than they had been. We’re on the last level, and I decided to do a little scouting around.”
“Difficult?”
“Yeah.” The mare’s ears flattened as she recalled how many tries it had taken to finally defeat the Vampire Demon Lord Bob just once. The ensuing interrogation had been disappointingly, albeit predictably, cryptic.
“Seek the Ghost Mountain,” Bob had said before turning into vapor and drifting away.
“So after making a little progress, I sent the module to Varan.” Meredith took another swallow of her drink, and gazed into the mug for a moment. “I’ve been sending her messages, but so far she hasn’t replied.”
“You did say that she was on leave and spending time with her family.”
“Yeah.”
“You miss her, too,” Bury observed.
A chuckle. “That obvious, huh?”
“Only to anyone who’s not blind,” and both femmes chuckled. Bury drank the last of her coffee before leaning close and lowering her voice. “We’re going to be loading up and heading toward Faraway.”
A surprised flick of equine ears. “Yes?”
“Uh-huh. With Lalande held by the Empire, the Confed force at Faraway is cut off.” The pangolin smiled. “They might be persuaded to leave quietly.”
Meredith thought. “Yeah, maybe. Sol’s lost their two innermost systems now.”
“Yes. I also heard something else.” The mare glanced at the pangolin, who said, “The Confed tried to attack the Empire’s home system.”
“Ouch,” Meredith said with a grimace. “Where’d you hear that from? I haven’t heard it on any of the infonets.”
“The politicians on Satan haven’t said anything publicly, but Admiral Fikset has her own ideas,” Bury said with a shrug.
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
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AhroMeredith put her spoon down and leaned back in her chair, stretching. A few of the early risers in Magus Station’s food court paused to admire the view as the freighter captain’s breasts strained momentarily against her Transcosm shirt.
Commodore Bury glanced at her as the mare relaxed out of her stretch and picked up her own coffee mug. “Tired?” the pangolin asked.
The golden palomino shrugged. “My fault,” she said after taking a sip of her own coffee. “Stayed up late.”
“Worried?”
“Not really. I’m just – no, I’m not saying it.” Bury Danyell grinned; it was an old tradition in space that if the word bored was spoken aloud, the Universe was guaranteed to have something happen to liven things up. “Let’s just say that I want to go back to worrying about cargo manifests, schedules and getting bonuses that don’t have to do with entering a combat zone.”
“I hear you.” The pangolin raised her mug in salute. “Stayed up late, huh? Worrying?”
Meredith shook her head. “No, Varan and I were playing this silly computer game before things went even further to shit than they had been. We’re on the last level, and I decided to do a little scouting around.”
“Difficult?”
“Yeah.” The mare’s ears flattened as she recalled how many tries it had taken to finally defeat the Vampire Demon Lord Bob just once. The ensuing interrogation had been disappointingly, albeit predictably, cryptic.
“Seek the Ghost Mountain,” Bob had said before turning into vapor and drifting away.
“So after making a little progress, I sent the module to Varan.” Meredith took another swallow of her drink, and gazed into the mug for a moment. “I’ve been sending her messages, but so far she hasn’t replied.”
“You did say that she was on leave and spending time with her family.”
“Yeah.”
“You miss her, too,” Bury observed.
A chuckle. “That obvious, huh?”
“Only to anyone who’s not blind,” and both femmes chuckled. Bury drank the last of her coffee before leaning close and lowering her voice. “We’re going to be loading up and heading toward Faraway.”
A surprised flick of equine ears. “Yes?”
“Uh-huh. With Lalande held by the Empire, the Confed force at Faraway is cut off.” The pangolin smiled. “They might be persuaded to leave quietly.”
Meredith thought. “Yeah, maybe. Sol’s lost their two innermost systems now.”
“Yes. I also heard something else.” The mare glanced at the pangolin, who said, “The Confed tried to attack the Empire’s home system.”
“Ouch,” Meredith said with a grimace. “Where’d you hear that from? I haven’t heard it on any of the infonets.”
“The politicians on Satan haven’t said anything publicly, but Admiral Fikset has her own ideas,” Bury said with a shrug.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Horse
Size 71 x 120px
File Size 37.1 kB
I know of this writer's block thing of which you speak, it causes me to 'play' with my story instead of continue it.
It makes me do things like:
https://www.furaffinity.net/journal.....8/#jid:9830055
and
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41405142/
It makes me do things like:
https://www.furaffinity.net/journal.....8/#jid:9830055
and
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41405142/
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