To everyone living in the USA,
Happy Thanksgiving!
May everyone be safe during the holidays.
Normal posting starts up again Saturday, the holidays, new job and such got to me this week.
To everyone living in the USA,
May everyone be safe during the holidays.
Normal posting starts up again Saturday, the holidays, new job and such got to me this week.
by AJ Marks
Part 3
Lynn made her way back to the hotel room, almost forgetting which elevator to take. It had been cold on the planet’s surface, a bitter wind had picked up halfway through her tour around the features. It was interesting, and even spotted several geysers going off which she videoed.
Taking a moment to send the video off to Brea she realized a nice dip into the hot tub would be wonderful. Quickly changing out she made her way over to the pool, setting her stuff down on the chair and looked over at the hot tub. Taking her phone with her, glad she had the waterproof version and set down in the hot tub and texted Hans
A hot tub after a cold day, relaxing! 😉
She flipped though her e-mails, deleting those from Kris and reading some news, nothing much going on. Her phone buzzed indicting a message this time from Brea. Continue reading…
by AJ Marks
Part 2
Elsa looked around her hotel room seeing that everything appeared nice, a bit small, but comfortable. Making her way over to the TV she turned it on and flipped thought the channels until coming to one show.
“And now, we return to our count down the top ten most eligible people in the Empire,” the announcer said.
Elsa kept it on the channel, perhaps she might see someone interesting, or get an idea what others thought was beautiful and powerful. Moving onto the bathroom she noticed the large bath and quickly decided on a course of action. Her cell phone buzzed indicating a text from her sister.
Going to freshen up before going to supper, okay?
Elsa smiled a bit looking at the time, it was still early, still about fifteen minutes until six, plenty of time and sent back her message. Continue reading…
by AJ Marks
Disclaimer: All right, this is a Frozen type of fanfiction story, but I took several characters and made it a sci-fi story. It does have a girl-girl relationship, but it isn’t, repeat, isn’t between Anna and Elsa (yuck).
Enjoy!
Part 1
Queen Trude Koenig watched her daughters. Both seemed so opposite and yet they were perfect friends. That thought seemed to cause her to pause as she considered something and looked on.
Her oldest daughter, Elsa, had long blonde hair which she usually kept in a long braid. She was every much a product of her upbringing, sophisticated, polite, thoughtful and, perhaps, a bit too quiet at times.
Otto, her husband and the king, had raised Elsa with the task of taking over the kingdom when he retired. They had a small kingdom in space, not as large as other empires, but they were comfortable and usually left alone. Continue reading…
By AJ Marks
Leaving Drumond Kaas
Deserii made her way along with an overly excited Vette towards the hanger where Baras said he had a ship waiting for her. Her adventure on the Sith capital had been enlightening to the politics going on behind the scenes along with who actually wielded power and who did not.
“I can’t believe it, he gave you a ship, I told you he would. I hope its something stylish, I’d had to go around the galaxy in something awful,” Vette stated as they entered the hanger. The young Twi’lek was almost skipping along beside Deserii, her energy infectious as she hoped the same thing.
Making their way along the hangar towards the correct docking bay. She stopped looking at the number then over at Vette. “This is the one.”
She watched trying to hide the smile as Vette took off to see what type of ship they had. Of course Deserii took that moment to look over the Twi’lek’s curves, which were shown off with the armor she wore. That was something Deserii made sure of before hearing Vette’s squeal. Continue reading…
Viola smiled glancing down at the small stream, the narrow, rickety bridge before looking back at her brother driving papa’s wagon.
“You can do it Herman,” she encouraged him.
“Do you think so?”
“Yeah, you can. Just go straight,” she replied, urging him on.
“All right,” he said, giving the reigns a snap.
Viola watched as the wagon moved across the bridge. For a second she thought he might make it across before the wagon’s right front wheel slipped and it fell off into the stream.
Smiling, she skipped home to tell papa Herman got the wagon stuck again.
End (based upon a true story that was told to me by my grandmother)
by AJ Marks
Jonas walked around the ship, his daily routine to keep himself fit. Like everyone on board the ship, they established a routine to help pass the days away. With so many people, they could only do so much unless you worked on the factory ship, or argo ships, the other ships they had plenty of time for boredom.
Ever since leaving the Colonies they had tried to survive. Food was rationed out, as was water to help preserve the precious resources. He had heard more than a few people grumble they should have stayed at the Colonies. At least there they had a planet and more space.
Jonas held no illusions that staying meant death. If you were lucky to survive things would not be easy either. They would be struggling for supplies, including food and water. The Cylons might have poisoned the water.
“Hello Jonas,” a voice said, causing him to look up to see Markus walking towards him. Continue reading…
by AJ Marks
The cold wind lashed at the window causing Brian to shiver. He reached over turning up the heat in the one room outpost.
‘Come see the universe, join the Space Guard,’ the poster had said that day he joined.
More like come freeze your butt off in some outpost on a frozen rock watching for an enemy no one had seen in over a hundred years
A far scanner suddenly came to life. He paled a bit at the screen seeing an entire Rashic invasion fleet.
As the ground shook from explosions he thought, I hate this planet.
The End
What’s going on?
Times change and time goes on and I haven’t forgotten about the site. Currently the original story ‘Master of Violence’ is being uploaded which is a complete re-work of a previous original story I had loaded. I had looked it over and being one of the first stories I wrote it felt dated and bland. It was updated a bit, and there are plans of who the ‘Dark Race’ actually is and why they do what they do.
That bit will come out in the next story which is currently being worked on.
My actual writing has slowed down a bit which is why there is a change to updating once a week a the moment. I hope to be able to get back into the writing swing again in the future but one never knows how things will change.
The facebook page is still there, I don’t go on FB much anymore as I dislike the push of politics they are doing, not have I liked it for a couple of years now (and I’m not even talking about US politics).
I haven’t forgotten about the final story of the ID4/BSG crossover, but working thought a plot point which is stubborn.
There is a new Battlestar Galactica story in the works, wont’ give it away but hopefully I’ll have it complete soon as well to upload. And been thinking about Voyage to Earth, working on a conclusion for that story.
Come back, visit, and hopefully enjoy the stories,
AJ
by AJ Marks
Part 33
Jessica made her way with Gaia as they entered the Jedi’s room. It had few items that she could tell belonged to Gaia. She watched as Gaia went though some drawers, pulling out some things and setting a small box on one of the shelves.
“What’s this?” Jessica asked, seeing the intricate patterns on the box as she picked it up and inspected it closer.
“Oh, that, I’m not sure, been in our family for generations,” Gaia replied.
“You haven’t opened it?” Jessica replied. “I’m surprised.”
“Well, it’s not easy, and my mother said it would only open when the time was right, so far no one has been able to open it,” Gaia replied.
“So, no one knows what’s inside,” Jessica replied back to her. Continue reading…