Clancy and Pae'kura update
Jan. 25th, 2018 06:49 pm If you are my patron over on Patreon, there is more Clancy and Pae'kura up.
Clancy and Pae'kura update
Jan. 1st, 2018 02:01 pm If you are my patron over on Patreon, there is more Clancy and Pae'kura for your enjoyment.
Clancy and Pae'kura update
Nov. 23rd, 2017 12:26 pm So, there is another update for my patrons over on Patreon .
Clancy and Pae'kura update
Nov. 6th, 2017 10:21 pm Yes, we have another update. I probably should write more about our hero wandering around his own home in the middle of the night with a bare chest, but there you are.
For my patrons over on Patreon.
For my patrons over on Patreon.
Continuing Space Opera
Oct. 17th, 2017 04:29 am Yes, my space opera romance has updated over on Patreon for my patrons' horror/enjoyment/amusement!
Clancy and Pae'kura update
Sep. 28th, 2017 11:20 pm Clancy and Pae'kura 2.17 is finally up on Patreon for my patrons. :)
Clancy and Pae'kura update
Sep. 2nd, 2017 09:24 pmIf you are my patron over on Patreon, there is an addition to Clancy and Pae'kura up.
https://www.patreon.com/posts/clancy-and-2-16-14181218
https://www.patreon.com/posts/clancy-and-2-16-14181218
Clancy and Pae'kura update
Sep. 2nd, 2017 09:04 pmIf anyone is my patron over on Patreon, there is a little more Clancy and Pae'kura out.
https://www.patreon.com/posts/clancy-and-2-16-14181218
As it happens, I was asked about Clancy's mother's reaction....
https://www.patreon.com/posts/clancy-and-2-16-14181218
As it happens, I was asked about Clancy's mother's reaction....
Continuing Space Opera
Aug. 6th, 2017 09:25 amIf you might be interested, there is a new 1,000 odd words of my space opera romance over on Patreon for my patrons.
After this - out to write more Nai!
After this - out to write more Nai!
Continuing Space Opera
Aug. 6th, 2017 09:25 amIf you might be interested, there is a new 1,000 odd words of my space opera romance over on Patreon for my patrons.
After this - out to write more Nai!
After this - out to write more Nai!
Relentlessly Waging Peace
Jan. 29th, 2017 10:30 am![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
lilfluff's prompt "Relentlessly waging peace" and is in the same universe as First Contacts and A Change In Contacts and the work in progress I am putting up for patrons on my Patreon page. (Said work in progress is over 17,00 words so far and I hope will be publishable....)The reception was in full swing when the Ciradarean ambassador arrived. The Serkisics were celebrating their national holiday and tonight was part of a week of celebrations and memorials that marked the anniversary of their independence, no, the confirmation of their independence from Bakovia. Bakovia was a small space nation of ambitions and their ambitions had once pointed them at Serkis.
Serkis had found allies and Ngapāhuahuanga had been prominent among them. Everyone had come to assume that the raiders and pirates had been acting on behalf of the paramount chiefs of the Confederation, even if Ngapāhuahuanga wasn’t a member system, because of the amount of support they’d been able to supply. Bakovia was recovering from the bloody nose that backed resistance had given them and they were starting to look for new prey.
Ciradar seemed to interest them. Recently there had been a discomforting number of Bakovian travellers and merchants who’d come, toured, and said, “Nice planet you have here.” Ciradar didn’t have the population base to resist a takeover. They couldn’t win a fight. They might be able to stop a war happening in the first place. Serkis had shown what was possible if you had friends, so the ambassador was here to make friends.
He had been finding out what the big star nations wanted and was unsurprised to find that it wasn’t an overly confident, fast growing Bakovia.
He danced with the Talambric ambassadress who spoke charmingly of the spice trade and introduced him to a velvet coated gentleman who seemed to know a great deal about flags of convenience and letters of marque.
The neatly garbed Combine ambassador permitted him to dance with his wife, the Combine cultural attaché, and that lady slipped him the business card of a firm in the business of moulding Barkovian public opinion.
The Confederation’s ambassador was supervising the conversation between one of his own visiting chiefs and a Ngapāhuahuangan whose face was almost covered in black tattoos. It was the chief who suggested that a series of military exchanges might be mutually beneficial, particularly if those exchanges might happen to cross paths with certain Bakovian visitors on a regular basis.
His Serkisic hosts merely thanked him for coming, but the ambassador had no qualms in telling them that it had been an excellent party.
Relentlessly Waging Peace
Jan. 29th, 2017 10:16 amThis came out of a prompt on my Live Journal by ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lilfluff. It is in the same universe as the work in progress that I am currently posting for Patrons on my Patreon page.
The reception was in full swing when the Ciradarean ambassador arrived. The Serkisics were celebrating their national holiday and tonight was part of a week of celebrations and memorials that marked the anniversary of their independence, no, the confirmation of their independence from Bakovia. Bakovia was a small space nation of ambitions and their ambitions had once pointed them at Serkis.
Serkis had found allies and Ngapāhuahuanga had been prominent among them. Everyone had come to assume that the raiders and pirates had been acting on behalf of the paramount chiefs of the Confederation, even if Ngapāhuahuanga wasn’t a member system, because of the amount of support they’d been able to supply. Bakovia was recovering from the bloody nose that backed resistance had given them and they were starting to look for new prey.
Ciradar seemed to interest them. Recently there had been a discomforting number of Bakovian travellers and merchants who’d come, toured, and said, “Nice planet you have here.” Ciradar didn’t have the population base to resist a takeover. They couldn’t win a fight. They might be able to stop a war happening in the first place. Serkis had shown what was possible if you had friends, so the ambassador was here to make friends.
He had been finding out what the big star nations wanted and was unsurprised to find that it wasn’t an overly confident, fast growing Bakovia.
He danced with the Talambric ambassadress who spoke charmingly of the spice trade and introduced him to a velvet coated gentleman who seemed to know a great deal about flags of convenience and letters of marque.
The neatly garbed Combine ambassador permitted him to dance with his wife, the Combine cultural attaché, and that lady slipped him the business card of a firm in the business of moulding Barkovian public opinion.
The Confederation’s ambassador was supervising the conversation between one of his own visiting chiefs and a Ngapāhuahuangan whose face was almost covered in black tattoos. It was the chief who suggested that a series of military exchanges might be mutually beneficial, particularly if those exchanges might happen to cross paths with certain Bakovian visitors on a regular basis.
His Serkisic hosts merely thanked him for coming, but the ambassador had no qualms in telling them that it had been an excellent party.
lilfluff. It is in the same universe as the work in progress that I am currently posting for Patrons on my Patreon page.The reception was in full swing when the Ciradarean ambassador arrived. The Serkisics were celebrating their national holiday and tonight was part of a week of celebrations and memorials that marked the anniversary of their independence, no, the confirmation of their independence from Bakovia. Bakovia was a small space nation of ambitions and their ambitions had once pointed them at Serkis.
Serkis had found allies and Ngapāhuahuanga had been prominent among them. Everyone had come to assume that the raiders and pirates had been acting on behalf of the paramount chiefs of the Confederation, even if Ngapāhuahuanga wasn’t a member system, because of the amount of support they’d been able to supply. Bakovia was recovering from the bloody nose that backed resistance had given them and they were starting to look for new prey.
Ciradar seemed to interest them. Recently there had been a discomforting number of Bakovian travellers and merchants who’d come, toured, and said, “Nice planet you have here.” Ciradar didn’t have the population base to resist a takeover. They couldn’t win a fight. They might be able to stop a war happening in the first place. Serkis had shown what was possible if you had friends, so the ambassador was here to make friends.
He had been finding out what the big star nations wanted and was unsurprised to find that it wasn’t an overly confident, fast growing Bakovia.
He danced with the Talambric ambassadress who spoke charmingly of the spice trade and introduced him to a velvet coated gentleman who seemed to know a great deal about flags of convenience and letters of marque.
The neatly garbed Combine ambassador permitted him to dance with his wife, the Combine cultural attaché, and that lady slipped him the business card of a firm in the business of moulding Barkovian public opinion.
The Confederation’s ambassador was supervising the conversation between one of his own visiting chiefs and a Ngapāhuahuangan whose face was almost covered in black tattoos. It was the chief who suggested that a series of military exchanges might be mutually beneficial, particularly if those exchanges might happen to cross paths with certain Bakovian visitors on a regular basis.
His Serkisic hosts merely thanked him for coming, but the ambassador had no qualms in telling them that it had been an excellent party.
First Contacts And A Change In Contacts
Dec. 29th, 2016 08:56 pm(And the Polynesian Space Marines didn't make it into this piece....)
“Captain,” protested the Chief Navigation Officer with all the formal reserve of a senior naval officer on duty and addressing a superior, “you cannot go abducting children from newly contacted cultures simply because you believe them to be savages.”
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