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08-29-2012, 03:59 PM | #691 |
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So consider them the majors and captains of the army, and the named characters colonol equivalents. Quote:
In fact, Extensive Enterprises, ARBCO, and Dragon and Phoenix Industries are in competition with one another in the corporate world. More on that will be revealed later. Quote:
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Also I see you have asa negra which is cool but there is all the rest of the Brazilian characters. Of course they may not fit but there is Flying Scorpion, Black Buzzard, Urzor, Relampago etc. Also somewhat related and possible Jungle Viper Commander, Shadow Tracker.
Two reasons for this really: 1) lot of the foreign characters aren't ones I'm familiar with and need to work on placing. 2) The international hierarchies are going to be worked on later, because each of them is going to relate to an upcoming story (You'll also notice that most of the Cobra North characters from the Canadian Conventions aren't listed either). They need to be arranged to fit the story, and so I can't really put it together before. Shadow Tracker however, is one that I forgot. EDIT: some changes are being made as I type. Definitely more of a WIP than the Joe Hierarchy was since their roles are far more clearly defined, and follow a more normal military division.
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09-10-2012, 06:54 PM | #692 |
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A shorter entry after some time away (writing time is significantly less now than it once was).
This will be your ONLY look inside the titular character's head, so enjoy learning a bit about how he functions and how he got to be part of Cobra. If there's anything unclear about his past or future role, feel free to ask, since I don't really plan on writing a whole lot more details on him. THE RISE OF COBRA 02/20/2020 - Raptor In a career spanning twenty-three years, thirty-six countries, forty-eight billion dollars, eighty-one one night stands and one-hundred-seventy-five pending legal charges, Frans Mulder had to admit that this was a first. A job interview in the back of a speeding transport truck taking the interstate from New York to Florida. If someone had opened the back of the truck at a checkstop they would have been confronted with a pile of boxes containing office supplies that seemed to fill the back of the trailer. In reality they were stacked only a little over a meter into the truck, terminating in a wall painted to look like even more boxes of the same. It was like a nest of nests, he thought to himself, one twig hidden within the latticework of another. Impenetrable if one looked too close, making sense only if one looked from the inside out and back in. The perfect defense and safety blanket for one to live in. Mulder blinked twice, realizing that the man across the table had asked him a question and was now looking at him in annoyance waiting for him to answer. Much like a predatory raptor, protecting her young, ready to eat their gonads so that even if they were taken they would be of no use. “I will ask you again, Mr. Mulder,” Anthony Braco repeated, his voice dropping almost a full octave, and filling with menace, “how exactly did you accrue the resources you used to build your empire.” “It was quite simple actually, people are more than willing to part with their money so long as they assume that they’ll get more of it back. I simply needed to play on that. Especially in the last decade after the Great Stall. Most people are far too stupid to understand economics.” He laughed to himself in his own mind. A flock of uninspired geese would follow a single leader, who knew only little more than them, and could lead them anywhere. Birds like these would follow humans, and that was how humans themselves could be led by themselves into success or failure. “Go on,” Braco prompted. “All I had to do was come up with a sufficiently complex model for money making via compounded investment series, that built on top of one another, requiring only partial investments for full return, self-nested into one another and it was endorsed by every financial analyst I could find.” Braco blinked a couple times, looked down at the group of papers in his hands, shrugged, and then nodded. “And with this money...” “I invested it in whatever I wanted to grow my business in every sector. Telecommunications, personal finance, storage, whatever fluffed my feathers. Whenever people wanted their money back, I just used buy-in from new clients to appese them, and my empire grew. Eventually though, I knew that another crash would come, and then people would come looking for me.” He knew that one day he would go from being the hawk to being the mole-rat, and he couldn’t allow that. One needed to always be a seagull, knowing what they wanted, and yet able to escape from the world and from themselves. “And so you embezzled yourself.” “I corrected my compensation. No one else had done anything, I was the one who had earned the money and guaranteed that it continued to increase. By rights it was mine. Mine and mine alone!” Mulder realized that he had stood up and started shouting. Pausing, he cast a glance at the two armed men dressed in navy blue standing on either side of Braco. Both had cocked their weapons and had them pointed at his abdomen. What little of their eyes showed between the red bandanas and helmet line showed the hardened eyes of killers. Adopting a look of contrition, he sat down slowly. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Quite all right,” Braco seemed completely unperturbed, and gestured for the men to lower their guns. “Now tell me why you’re here again.” Was this an ostridge with his head stuck in the sand, Mulder wondered? How could he have possibly failed to hear what had already been said. Sand in his ears could only mean sand in his brain, which would make him polished and hard like a diamond or pearl. Just the man he needed. “I thought it would be profitable to go into business negotiation. It was evident that that was how Extensive Enterprises was making a good part of their fortune, and I knew I could make more and do better without having to deal with a feather-brained partner.” He remembered that day a year and a half ago oh so well. The best decision of his life. In the first three months he had made almost twelve billion and spent hardly a fiftieth of that. He’d been flying high on the wings of a condor, stroking the sky, and showering himself on money. As he’d fallen from the sky as gilded bird droppings, he had been caught in the wings of a pigeon, and had been the one brought down. “I was right. I did far better, but my competition was better at other things. It took them time, but they turned their clients against me, with a mixture of truth and lies, and they began to demand my money. Can you imagine the gall! The money that I had taken and made into something, THEY wanted! It was an indignity that I couldn’t stand, and so I abdicated myself from the situation. But they weren’t the only one!” Mulder knew he was shouting again, and pacing this time, as evidenced by the two guards swinging their rifles to and fro like a peacock chasing its own tail. He didn’t care. “No, Those mindless clones from the Enterprise wanted to stick their beaks in where it didn’t belong. They sent their Crimson Hawks against me, trying to peck away at my fortune and my life. But I evaded them. Like a sparrow hawk dodges a falcon, I left them, and now I’ve come to you. To help you break them.” For a minute, Braco left Mulder standing there, breathing hard, before he collapsed back into his chair, his shirt coming askew. Mulder loosened his tie, “so what do you say?” “I’m not in need of a partner,” Braco began, holding up a hand to forestall comment, “for ARBCO.” Curiosity entered Mulder’s eyes, “but if you’re willing to use your fortune to further another set of ends, I can assure you that when it comes time to deal with Extensive Enterprises, you can have everything of theirs that they have left, and be ruler of all of Asia’s markets.” Mulder felt his pulse quicken to that of a hummingbird’s wingbeat, pounding in his chest, giving him the vitality of the aged, old enough to leap through a nest’s holes, flying like an osprey. “I accept!” he said. “Any questions?” “Do you have an aviary?” Mulder replied, before his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed into unconsciousness. “This man,” one of the guards spoke up from his previous silence, the one without the scars on his face, “is nuttier than the Plantar’s factory.” “Indeed X-99,” Braco said dryly. “Still, when you put numbers in front of him, there is no one more gifted. We need him to deal with our shadow accounting. It’s grown beyond any of our abilities to manage, and we need to begin turning our attention to more important goals. He’ll make sure we can pay for what we need, without us wasting time with spreadsheets.” “Scarface,” he addressed the other man, his best friend. Even in this trailer, they used only false names if it was required so that they could never be identified if they happened to wander through surveillance. “Keep an eye on him, and make sure that you shield his access to anything we have. All his commands go through five other accountants who make sure the money’s going where its supposed to be going.” “Which five?” “The best five you can beg, buy, or kidnap. I don’t really care where you get them, just get them.” “Yes sir.” “X-99, you keep an eye on his mental condition. Eventually we’ll get some proper medical staff onboard to evaluate and manage him, but until we do, I want to be sure that he’s not a liability. If he gets out of control, whether we have a doctor or not, kill him. And make sure you keep his damned birds away from anything that’s actually important.” |
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Its nice to see how you have guys at the top of your cobra org. So is extensive enterprises a part of cobra? X-99 was a CG right? We haven't seen Ghost recently. When does he come in the picture? I like seeing Raptor up here. You figure a named Accountant would be a fairly important character. On a side note have we seen some of these other cobra leadership characters:
Cesspool Overlord Gen Blitz
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09-11-2012, 12:32 PM | #694 |
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No. Rival company to ARBCO. Completely independent. I may actually have to write a bit of a supplement on this at a later point in time. I have no idea what he was originally. Just came across the name. In short, he is not now. Quote:
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Not yet no. Not sure if they'll get stories of their own. Cesspool might if I can think of something good, but none of them are going to be featuring as major positions.
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suggestion on Cesspool, maybe you could kill two birds with one stone, do Cesspool along with a part of the big war in India where you introduced Clean Sweep?
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10-15-2012, 03:57 PM | #696 |
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So, I had writer's block for the longest time. FInally decided to use the cop-out method to get around it.
Points if you figure out what that referred to. So. NEW STUFF!! THE RISE OF COBRA 09/16/2021 - Ghost Sigma Six Nuclear Reactor - Near Sudbury, Ontario, Canada - Three years ago Kenton Percy paced up and down the vibrating metal catwalk looking over the shoulders of the rest of his engineering team. They were powering up the reactor for only the tenth time. Cold fusion was still new enough that every trial could be a breakthrough or an utter failure. Thus the fact that they were buried almost a kilometer beneath the packed, hardened rock that made up the Canadian Shield. They were a dozen kilometers north of the Neutron Observatory, and even better shielded. So were reactors one through five. The six were arranged in a hexagonal pattern, with a latticework of piper, wires, crawl tubes and assorted other ancillaries connecting each of them. The design of the facility would never be seen by any living person, buried as it was, but it was represented on the numeric designators of each reactor. The green six surrounded by steel-gray coils was emblazoned on every piece of furniture and clothing in the room, and even inlayed into the concrete flooring beneath the metal grates. Today six was the only reactor being tested. One and four were being reset from tests earlier in the week, two and five were being readied for next week’s test, and three was offline due to a break in a containment field. Hydrogen gas filled the chambers, and was being slowly vented and recollected by an army of technicians. All power to that side of the grid was shut down, lest a stray spark ignite a fire. Six was protected by enough sterile airlocks that the hydrogen concentration in the room was actually lower than it would have been up above the surface. “We have ten minutes until startup,” Philip Provost’s voice echoed in the nearly silent chamber. Percy nodded. He was used to the old control rooms where the repetitive, if muted, clicking of keys and mice would form a background noise. Everything in this new control room was silent; the keyboards were touchscreens like the monitors, coffee mugs sat on sticky-surfaced gel pads, the chairs were well-lubricated pneumatics, even the metal of the flooring was nested on cushioned felt pads between each part which were designed to absorb static discharge, but also served to mute even the noise of vibrating metal as he paced. It was almost eerie. Reactors one through five always had music playing in the background to add some sort of noise, but in six that had proved to be impossible. Almost every member of this particular crew was among the most opinionated music snobs that Percy had ever met. Provost liked country but couldn’t stand rap, Kimmett loved classical and R&B but pitched a fit whenever she heard the hit parade, Tsarri would listen to pretty much anything foreign, but claimed he couldn’t concentrate if the lyrics were in English, and on and on it went through the twenty-member team. Individual ear-buds were of course out of the question because if one member of the team couldn’t hear another speaking up at any point, disaster could result. The major saving grace in Percy’s opinion was that he had the best crew of any of the six reactors. The first two to come online had of course gotten the physicists and engineers with the best connections, three and four had gotten most of the remainder of the qualified Canadian scientists, five and six had been opened to international staffing, but five had been dominated by the American applicants, and so only six could boast the best in the world, regardless of the country of origin. The tests though had been a strain on everyone. The technology was still in its infancy, developed only through a lucky breakthrough by a Dr. Nishtala of India. He still lived in New Delhi, but his ideas had been perfected by Phoenix Industries, an engineering powerhouse run by the van Mark family. The scion, Karl, had visited the reactors a half-dozen times during the last few tests, taking the recommendations of the staff and planning potential improvements. After the next round of tests, the reactors would be shut down for five months to make the planned improvements. Percy for one, knew that he was looking forward to the time off. “Eight minutes,” Provost reported. There was a slight hitch to his speech Percy noted. He sighed quietly to himself. Probably drinking Irish Coffee on the job again. He was good at hiding it, but everyone on the staff knew. He had yet to make a mistake, but Percy had Hinterton on the next desk keep a close eye on him, lest anything ever happen. Still, Provost was one of the most imaginative problem solvers in the room, and until he could find a replacement with at least as much skill, Percy was not letting him go. Provost sat in the middle of the room, at one of the larger consoles, responsible for keeping the rest of the team on track and integrating all the information flowing between the various engineers and the banks of computers beneath their feet. The row in front of him ran the individual systems of the reactor, keeping everything within optimal levels. Huong, the man on the far right of that row, gave Percy the thumbs up. Huong had perhaps the most complicated job in the room. He was responsible for the hydrogen inflow and helium outletting. Any mix-up on his station could be catastrophic. And if that wasn’t complicated enough, he had to monitor the functions from all five other stations in his row to make sure that the rates he was controlling on his end were neither so excessive, or insufficient to cause damage to, or failure of, one of the other components of the reactor. The group of three consoles on left side of the middle row were responsible for controlling the interplay between six and the other reactors. Today their job was simpler than ever, just needing to make sure that everything remained isolated. The three on the right of the same row controlled the output from the reactor to the outside world. Right now, all the energy produced was being used in a surface station to charge massive stores of lithium-ion cells that the US military was buying for military drones. That order alone was funding most of the improvements that were on track for the reactor. Behind these smaller pods, Jen Brass sat at the far left of third and last row, her group of six the ones responsible for designing and running the protocols for the reactor to generate the best reaction output with the most efficiency and fewest risks. Percy looked over all their shoulders. Both literally and figuratively. From the slightly elevated walkway he could see each member of the team sitting at his or her console. On the railing in front of him were individual display screens that mirrored each workstation. By walking back and forth he could survey every screen, watching for anything that shouldn’t be there. During the second test, Singh in the first row had missed a cooling coil that was slowly allowing its temperature to climb. It hadn’t hit the red zone when the scrolling number caught Percy’s eye, but by the time they got that part of the reactor shut down, it had started to melt. The tolerance levels on the all the coils in the six reactors had been adjusted the next afternoon. And on and on it had gone. Percy was rarely responsible for catching such improvements, but his team had the best record for discovering the tolerances of the reactors, while never having had an accident. Every man and woman in the room was proud of it. “Five minutes.” The countdown proceeded apace. Percy walked up and down the row of monitors in front of him, checking for anything that didn’t look normal. One of the vents that Marx was in control of was fluctuating more than normal, but wasn’t exceeding tolerances, and Percy could see she was intently hunched over her station working furiously. She’d get it under control he knew. Three minutes later, he regretted his overconfidence in his staff. “We can get it shut down,” reported Kimmett, “I think we’re going to-” The rest of her response was cut off as the tolerances on the reactor hit emergency levels. A quick check of the board showed that the vent was completely blown. He could see something about pressure backup, but the flashing emergency lights were causing the screens to darken automatically, making it hard to read. Liu yelled something that Percy couldn’t hear over the wailing alarms. “What!!??” he yelled back, this time watching Liu’s lips as he replied Three’s about to breach! Who the hell cared about three? Percy thought to himself, then slowly realized; the hydrogen overload. That’s where the pressure backup was coming from! One of the safeties had to have been left open. The realization dawned on him simultaneously with a sound like an exploding balloon above his head; if the balloon was a kilometer across. He gripped his ears in pain, and barely noticed a large section of the ceiling, complete with many of the guts of the reactor collapse to his right. He could make out screaming as he got to his feet and saw that most of it had missed anyone, but the leading edge had slammed down atop Tsarri in the rear row. Mokhamad and Ryu were moving over to their friend, but Percy didn’t have to be a doctor to know the man was dead. He also didn’t need either of his PhD’s to know that the room was now filling with hydrogen, and that once any of the components that were running out of control sparked, this whole place would become a fireball. “Go, Go, GO!” Sergev was already screaming at the engineers. They got up and ran towards the elevators at the side of the room. When there was a test being run, three of the four were kept on this floor for an emergency evacuation. Never had Percy dreamed they’d need to use them. Five engineers piled into each of the three cars that were already there, the maximum they would hold. Provost was still at his station trying to slow the inevitable end. Ryu and Mokhamad were trying to retrieve Tsarri’s body from beneath his collapsed console to no avail. Eventually they gave up. It was funny, Percy reflected, anyone who watched enough disaster movies expected explosions, or burning, or something. Down here, all that was going on were a series of rising gages, some vibration, and the screaming and flashing sirens. He knew his kids would cry “fake” if they were ever put on an amusement park ride with similar effects. Yet somehow that made the situation all the more terrifying, because Percy knew that that was all to come. They’d have to figure out what went wrong today he knew, looking down to trigger the automatic download of the test data to an external harddrive. His hand already rested on the red button. Percy didn’t remember pressing it, but was glad it was already almost halfway completed. He stared at the screen, the green bar slowly crawling from left to right, and distantly heard the fourth lift car chime its arrival. The others were closer and he saw them run from the corner of his eyes. As soon as the green bar on the screen reached the 100% mark, Percy grabbed the hard drive and pulled. It came free and he ran for the elevator. Provost was standing there, his foot stubbornly stuck in the door, even as Ryu and Mokhamad were tearing at his arm in panic trying to convince him to close the door. In the back of him mind Percy realized that the alarms had doubled in their frequency, indicating impending destruction. As he ran for the door, Percy’s foot fell through the space where the step down from the walkway should have been. A step he now realized had sheared away when that part of the ceiling fell in. His body sprawled on the detritus, sharp metal corners digging into him in a half-dozen places. He coughed in pain and started scrambling, trying to find the hard drive that had been knocked from his hands. An irresistible force clamped around his shoulders and pulled him off the wreckage. He looked up into Provost’s face. The elevator doors were closed, but the call button was lit. Mokhamad and Ryu were gone, but Provost had stayed. He was yelling something at Percy, but he couldn’t hear it over the alarms. Provost pulled him towards the elevator shaft, but Percy knew they weren’t likely to make it out before the reactor blew. ----------------------------- Underground Bunker- Near Quebec City, Quebec, Canada - Today He adjusted the black mask on his face self-consciously. Everyone else in the building seemed to wear the coverings without a second thought, but it would take time to get used to it. He was no longer the man he had been disaster struck. He’d been given a new name, and a new purpose. Ghost. It was an appropriate moniker he knew. Ever since the disaster and the following tumult, he had done his best to be invisible. Three years without income was hard on him and his family, but they’d made it by. Barely. Now though, they would be provided for. Behind him stood a man he had only met days ago. But who had quickly convinced him that there was only one way to redemption, to clear his name. Sigma Six had been no accident Cobra Commander had told him. Far from it. It had been a concentrated effort by a conglomerate of powerful energy companies that wished to ensure the population was still yoked to the ever fluctuating and unpredictable price of petroleum. The Commander had described how they’d been terrified by the prospect of clean energy that did not blemish the landscape, produce any appreciable waste other than a clean gas, nor have the health risks associated with other options. In order to protect their monopoly, those same companies had pulled the strings of the United States government to plot the destruction of the reactors. The United States would be compensated handsomely for any costs incurred, mostly losing the drone batteries that could be easily replaced. In the process these energy companies would destroy the threat of the Van Mark green energy initiative. The elimination of some prominent physicists would add an air of tragedy, and also remove some of the stiffest potential opposition to the continued dominance of oil and gas. It would destroy much of the credibility of fusion technology. But now he had been offered a way to redemption. With the Commander he would have funding to replicate the technology on multiple scales, and perfect it in a protected environment before it was revealed to the public and media pressure. It would prove everyone who had doubted him wrong, and at the same time advance another worthy cause. The Commander ran an organization dedicated to changing the world, The Coil. It was still growing, but it was dedicated to bringing a better life to the world. By working for these revolutionaries, he would gain his own redemption by proving those who had sought to destroy him and his compatriots wrong. He would be able to work with other scientists who had been discarded prematurely by the current establishment to build the technologies of the future. In their revolution they wouldn’t just be changing how the world thought about things, they would be changing how the people of the world lived their lives. It would be a revolution powered by the very thing that they’d sought to destroy, and it would allow their revolution to take place off the grid, unseen by those who would seek to stop it. Behind the mask, Ghost smiled. He looked down at the bunker floor from where he stood on the catwalk. It was now a mostly empty room with a bank of computers along one wall, and empty tables holding boxes of research equipment. The Commander had explained it was just a start, but it was more than enough of one for him to get back on the right track. There was so much he could do already, and so much he could prepare for. “If I may ask,” Cobra Commander asked, interrupting his vision of the future, “how exactly did you survive the Sigma Reactor explosion? I’d heard that everyone on the surface within a mile was killed. Yet my sources say two men survived.” Ghost nodded slowly, “two of us did. The last elevator had left, and we were abandoned down there.” His mind flashed back to the amber-lit scene, he’d been sure at that moment that he was going to die. “The reactor was going critical, and one of the cars came back down. We climbed in. As we were rising, we felt the shockwave. First below us, then above us. We didn’t know what was happened, but we were stuck in that elevator car, and neither of us was brave enough to move. Not for hours.” Ghost shook his head, “I’m not sure how we survived. Below us the hydrogen of the reactors exploded and blew out the entire cavern, but as the fireball rose, it ran out of oxygen, and only the shockwave reached our car, jamming it into the elevator shaft. Of course, it generated just enough energy to cause a spark in the power-station above ground and the batteries we were charging there exploded.” A small smirk crossed Ghost’s face, “the rest of them left us down there, left us to die. But by running to the surface without us, they’re the ones who died.” The Commander nodded slowly. He’d known the details. It hadn’t been too hard to access the relevant police and court documents about the incident. Two men had survived. And with the rest of the operators dead and any record of what had really happened obliterated, they had been held up as the responsible parties to scapegoat. Van Mark industries had barely avoided bankruptcy, nuclear fusion technology had been canned globally and Canada’s previously perfect nuclear record had been almost irrevocably sullied. Environmental groups had tried to launch a campaign about the dangers, but had been rendered somewhat impotent due to the fact that there was no radiation emissions, and no environmental damage outside of the blast radius itself. Still, it was becoming rather difficult to find a nuclear scientist who needed a job with new particle colliders being built at Los Alamos, CERN, and London, Ontario in the next few years. Who better than two who would never be missed. “Your friend may be of use to us.” “Oh?” Ghost asked, his curiosity clearly aroused. “Yes. If he saved your life, then presumably we can trust him?” “We could.” “Find him. And bring him in. I have use for him.” “As you command,” Ghost saluted, then turned on his heel and hurried to comply. Beneath his hood, Anthony Braco smiled. One of the easiest deceptions he’d managed so far. Ghost was smart, no doubt, and would be a great asset to The Coil both as they built and after they’d taken over. Appealing to his own personal tragedy had been easy, just as Cassandra had assured him it would be. The facts surrounding the accident at Sigma Six had been easy to twist around to convert Ghost to a loyal supporter. In truth, Braco neither knew nor cared what had caused the reactor’s destruction. He suspected that it was simply some flaw in the new technology, and knew full well that the United States government had set aside significant research funding pending the success of the reactors on the hopes that they would prove successful. That hope had been quietly scrubbed with significant disappointment according to Braco’s sources. Now though, the two physicists would have their uses for the Coil, helping develop power generation, explosions, and the research division he planned to build eventually. Changing the world was not an easy process, and in order to entice, he would need some shiny baubles to tempt the populace in addition to the more practical aspects that would need to be behind the operation. Ghost, and his savior, whatever the other one’s name was, would be a useful pair to start that work. |
10-16-2012, 11:29 AM | #697 |
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I don't get it but I'm not good at guessing. So we've seen this story before what did you change? The today portion of the story seems new but I haven't checked the older version.
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10-16-2012, 11:31 AM | #698 |
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I'm so far behind on this.
Have you thought about collecting it and publishing on Smashwords? |
10-16-2012, 11:32 AM | #699 |
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It was the "three minutes later" in the first section. I was originally going to write the entire reactor breakdown, but couldn't figure out a way to make it work. Glad it didn't come across as obviously half-assed.
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I'll probably wait for the collected edition and start all over.
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