Even through the visor on his helmet Rip could feel the temperature differential between the left and right side of his face as the lander's large bay door folded down like a giant metal tongue. He felt

He found himself observing how the periods of light and dark behind his closed eyelids coincided with the warming and cooling of his face. The sweet smell of the grass they lay on tickled his neck and

Emilio Velasquez hated his job, like most people in his district he worked for the Holy Order of Banking

Kenshin's hair was cropped in a high ponytail scraped to the centre of his head. His red biomesh brakesuit was emblazoned with the crest of the Samurai 56 clan, a silhouette of a warrior seated, holding

They let her sleep these days, it wasn't always like that though. In the beginning they didn't let her drift off for even a second, not like now. Now she sat in front of an open window in a low chair.

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