Entries By J.M.Oneil
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The stars rose among the sky of purple and blue. His arms wrapped around her middle and hauled her to the ground. It might have been a romantic embrace if the sound of her ribs cracking hadn’t been heard above the crash of tide and caw of the native wildlife.Posted By J.M.Oneil On 06.13.2011 @ 1:19 pm
Space was about forgetting. The stars were the harbingers of your thoughts. They plucked them from your mind and gave them a place to rest. At least that was how Constance felt as she stared across the discernible void waiting for the luminescence to take the images of his face from her.
She needed to forget.Posted By J.M.Oneil On 06.07.2011 @ 6:05 pm
the pictures flashed in front of her eyes, brought on by the booze and the headwound. To be honest she didn’t know which was worse. The montage of her life was filled with images of battle, love, and most of all her ship. Captain Constance Gray of the Covenant found herself looking at her life, facing her death, and wanting for nothing.Posted By J.M.Oneil On 06.01.2011 @ 10:31 am
There were a great many things that Constance could abide. Profanity, strange eating habits, and the occasional bigotry. What she couldn’t abide were sideburns. The poor choice in hairstyle made her think that this mechanic had poor choice in tools and craft.Posted By J.M.Oneil On 05.29.2011 @ 7:47 pm
“There’s a mole on the ship captain.” The grumble of the space orc reverberated across the metal hull.
“You think so, Kogoth?” The captain tilted her head, looking him over.
“Positive. Suddn’y the power went out, and the Imperium jus’ happens to stumble on us, Naw…defn’ly a mole.”Posted By J.M.Oneil On 05.19.2011 @ 11:03 am
It was a strange feeling, to realize she’d forgotten about the most important person in her life. The Covenant had taken up all of her time; and her heart. She run her fingers across the bulkhead wondering if she could really sell it off like some piece of junkyard scrap. It was her ship after all…her life.Posted By J.M.Oneil On 05.16.2011 @ 8:14 am
The bones were strange, longer than they should have been around the shins and the shoulders. The teeth were double what a human would have, and sharp the second set were placed behind the first. The fingers were thin, but upon testing were found to be incredibly dense.Posted By J.M.Oneil On 05.11.2011 @ 12:19 pm
The ship was an old one; barely hanging on. But her crew was an indefatigable group of outcasts held together by the strings of hope and last ditch efforts. Constance Gray was her captain, known for using her gun when she had to and words when the situation demanded it.Posted By J.M.Oneil On 05.10.2011 @ 7:57 am