June 2015 The letter wasn’t thick. It was addressed by printer, the type neat and spare. The words were frustrating. “Alec.” Alec Freeman looked up from the report he’d been checking to see Ed Straker’s face set in grim lines. He wondered what it was this time as he took the letter and skimmed it. “I’ll take care of it,” he offered, his tone polite and non-judgmental. The letter wasn’t…
Author: dragon Christmas, Christmas time is here Time for Toys and time for Cheer Paul Foster caught himself humming the old child hood Christmas song as he walked along the corridors of Harlington-Straker studios. He wasn’t entirely certain why the cheery and somewhat cheesy Christmas song in the in the squeaky falsetto cheered him, but it did. Now he caught himself humming the song a few days after the…
Ed Straker walked into his office, greeted his secretary, discussed the appointments of the day and took his mail into the inner office with him. He was surprised to find a large padded mailer sitting on his desk already, no postage. “Miss Ealand?” “Sir?” “Package, on my desk?” “Delivered via courier, sir. About half an hour ago. Security says it’s clear.” “Thank you.” He frowned at the package, dealt with…
The bar door opens. Tall slender blond walks in, takes a seat at the bar and orders a beer. Older man, dark haired and eyed, looks at him curiously. “Beer?” Slight smile as he takes a drink. “Old friends.” Knowing look. “Ah. So it seems.” Takes a drink of his own beer. Silence for a moment as the rest of the people think and then take drinks of various sorts….
With heavy heart, Jeff Tracy called his family together for an important meeting. For so long, he had stood in the shadow of a Creator who inspired others to take up the light. Now he had to let his boys know that what might be the ultimate loss had been suffered. Still, there were other bright lights out there. Perhaps this was only change, not ending. The Tracy boys entered…
Saturday Night Unit leader Carleton pulled another Dunhill from the pack, lit it and inhaled deeply, practically feeling the crystallization of her lungs as she did so. She knew smoking was bad, but she needed something to make sure her hands weren’t shaking. “Citizen Soldiers,” she hummed under her breath. Damn. That she didn’t jump out of her skin as the pale man approached owed more to her training than…
dragon watches too much anime. UFO/D. Gray-man. Nothing mine except for the OCs. *** The crash site was remote, far back in the tree shrouded Appalachian Mountains. Straker surveyed the long tree top smashing route the spinner had taken to land in the clearing where it was nearly half buried in the black loam of the region. So far, there was no indication of survivors as they moved in to…
One last bit to stick on. Make sure there’s not too much glue. Don’t use so much the fumes get to you. Like a guy would do that. John Rutland looked at the model his Dad brought him the last time he visited. It was a good boat and John was very proud to be able to put it together all by himself. Now, it had to dry before he…
Some time ago, in another UFOverse we were issued a challenge. The Challenge was as follows: Ed Straker is found dead in an alley way in London. There are no marks on the body. Toxicology has not been completed. The only clue to what has happened is a suitcase containing a red space suit. As the protem leader of SHADO, what do you do? You have five minutes. The…
