Here's anothe kitbash. This one is from Star Trek Tactical assault, one of my games for the DS.
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Chapter 1... Rip tide
I suppose I should have seen it coming. The beaches on that planet's southern hemisphere were prone to rip currents. If we didn't have the shuttle's transporter at our disposal I'd be sleeping with the proverbial fishes.
I dried my damp hair as well as I could with the already saturated towel. My white turtleneck uniform stuck to my body like white on rice, and the fact that these uniforms were dry-clean only did nothing to help my damp skin.
"The life guard said not to go swimming because of the rip currents." Will told me.
"Yes, yes. You've told me for the fifth time already, Will." I replied putting the towel away. "But she was a cute girl. What was I supposed to say when she asked me to go swimming with her?" I asked taking a seat next him.
"Sorry, Tamira but the lifeguard said rip currents w
DP: St. Nick is Coming to TownComment if you fave.
Chapter 1... A Real Christmas
A single flake of snow slowly drifted fromt he sky along side several different flakes, each more unique than the last. One flake landed and melted on contact with Robert's tongue and he took in a deep breath as he and his friends approached the mall. "Now this is more like it." Robert said. "If it's gonna get cold, then let it snow. If not, don't get cold at all."
"You don't alot of snow in Florida do you?" Tucker asked.
Robert shrugged as they crossed the threshold of the mall's revolving doors. "Well it did in '89 but I wasn't around for that."
"It actually snowed in Florida?" Sam asked herself, surprised.
"My Step-Dad was about our age when it happened." Robert began. "He was trying to start his motorcycle in the snow but the engine just went BBBBRRRUUUMMMPPPPHHHH." Danny chuckled. "A
Commission: Myka SaphireComment if you fave.
Name: Salliari, Myka/Myka Saphire
Orentation: (do what you want with it)
DOB: October 20th, 1993
POB: Pisa, Italy
Heritage: Sicilian, Greek, Russian, Navajo, French
Theme song: Sweet Dreams (Are made of this)
Powers: (basics, levitation, invisibility, etc) Seafoam ghost-ray, ghost sense, telekinesis, V-12 shockwave (levels an entire city block and disintegrates ghostly matter), metal transformation (can change one metal into another), Hi-Five (five seafoam energybolts glow at Myka's finger tips with the power of five sticks of TNT each), Sonic Boom (claps her hands sending out stunning shockwaves), conductive energy (conducts her whip with her ghostly energy, allowing it to slice through even the hardest of metals and thickest of stones(see ghost dresscode))
Quick fact: Myka is the only halfa who can control her own Eloctromagnetic feild and use it to do anything from either calling for help or jumpstarting an unplugged lightbulb.
An Itching FailureComment if you fave.
I could've won, I know I could have, but I didn't. This was my last chane to turn it all around, to make my training worth while, but in the end I was stopped by something I didn't expect and now I won't be able to catch up, I'd be left behind, left behind to eat their dust and to remain on my knees licking my wounds, never to rise to their ranks, no matter how hard I try.
Teardrops fell upon my desk, because I couldn't think of anything else but my failure and because of this one failure, I've lost almost all motivation to carry on. I just plain stopped caring about my well being and the well being of others and all I could care about is the humiliation of having my ass handed to me on a silver platter, a feeling I just can't shake off and even if I do, someone, somehow, something will remind me of it and it'll be back to haunt me again.
The test was six months ago, and yet i
Veterans DayComment if you fave.
Veterans Day was probably the only holiday in the entire year that every student in my school is so choaked up about. I can understand why. Veterans make up a decent chunk of teachers at my school, anybody from P.E. teachers to history teachers to my science teacher. They all served in one war or another and came from all branches of the military. Our ROTC students maybe the popular kids, may not be, but they deserve the same amount of respect as any of our veteran teachers. Not only should we thank them for serving our country, protecting it, and giving us the freedom we have today, but we should also thank them for being our teachers in school, infact, we should thank all of our teachers, for contributing to the military one way or the other, especially those we have lost. My grandfather was in the airforce, just a radio operator. He enver was on the front lines, but he did find something he was good at and start a radio station when
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Chapter 3... "A Bloody Nose"
We had an open comm link with Messiah and we just went over what Metlesits told us. "If the Xindi are building another weapon, then how did they managed to keep it under our noses?" Becca asked.
"Well, they are in the middle of economic depression." Marisa said. "Maybe it was just a cover to make us think that they don't really have the resources to build another one."
"Or it could be a result of the weapon's construction." I submitted. "He said that it was the Reptillians who were building it."
"He didn't mention any of the other races?" Justin asked.
"I suspect the Insectoids have a hand in it too, but no."
"Alright aside from that, what's the damage?"
"Not good." Will said behind me. "Helm control's been shot and impulse engine