The Chronicles of Soemthign: The End

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Asrayah clicked a switch on his helmet. As night-vision sensors kicked in, he saw dim shapes surrounding them. Some fleeing with a robot head and a derelict maintbot. More quickly closing in. He barked out this information.

The Chronicles of Soemthign: Soemthign

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The journey was quick, about eighteen hours. Along the way, Asrayah unsealed his packet of orders. (Normally one was given the option to accept a mission, he explained.) Once on Thebe, the group was to proceed to the colony of Soemthign.

The Chronicles of Soemthign: Concordat

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As their eyes adjusted to the inside light, a reception droid with an oversynthesized female voice greeted them. "Welcome to the Ivory Tower, Mr. Forte. Your android will please remain in this area." She gestured to a door on their left as Sparky, obviously familiar with his surroundings, ambled towards it. "The Concordat is expecting you. Please go up."

The elevator was slow, and let out into a dark velvet chamber. Three rows of pew benches faced a long, baroque desk, at which sat five robed figures. The middle one intoned in a deep voice, "Be seated and await the judgment of the Concordat."

The Chronicles of Soemthign: Frying Pan

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The thunderous crashing of fallen minidrones. Bugs gasping, dying all around. The dim light of the warehouse masking the shieldcloaked ones until they were upon his friends.

"Well, doctor?" A voice disturbed Asrayah's thought.