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On July 12, 1598 Conquistador Diego de la Carrera, member of the third Nuevo Mexico expedition, vanished without a trace.  In late October 1628, priests found him sitting on the front steps of Mission del Santa Fe telling fantastic stories of passing through an archway and being held captive by the Children of Anubis.  The only known portrait of him shows what is believed to be a tattoo of the Eye of Ra on his right cheek.  Quietly retiring to Mission del Taos, he spent the remaining years of his life writing memoirs of his 3-decade absence.  Most dismissed his writings as fiction, until several University of New Mexico Territory students dis

“You sent for me, Chancellor?” “Yes, Mr Draa, I … please, no need to stand at attention, you’ve retired from the Marines.  Relax, please take a seat.” “Thank you, ma’am.  You know what they say, once a Marine, always a Marine.” “I’ve heard that before, you’ve proven it’s true.  I asked you here because the Senate Intelligence Committee has handed down their review on Alnatek.” “Alnatek, ma’am?” “Epsilon Sector, fourth planet of the Mirum Prime system, techno/societal level K3.  We lost a 100 member Interface Team there 75 years sta

“Here you go, Sandra, right out of the micro-wave,” smiled Sam, carrying a plate and cup, as he walked down the ladder to the Bridge from the Galley on Deck 3. “Oh, thank you Sam,” from the Command Chair, taking the offered meal. “No problems.  I have yours heating up, Mark, want me to bring it down?” Sam asked over his shoulder. “Ok, I’ll be up in a minute or two,” he replied, not looking up from checking the performance read outs on the Torch.  As he was finishing up the data entry, he heard a very soft sigh behind him.  “What’s up, Sandra?” Looking up the ladder, t

Mang woke with a start, her neck stiff from sleeping in the command chair. “Good Afternoon, rest well?” GRUNMUNDE asked. “I am sorry; I should not have dozed off.” rubbing her neck as she stifled a yawn. “You didn’t miss anything, just routine satellite monitoring reports.” “I am on watch, I am not to be resting at all, and you should have awakened me GRUNMUNDE.” “I’m on watch also and I know you didn’t sleep well last night so I let you rest.” “There are times you know a little too much.” she chuckled.  “Where is everyone?” “Wil

THREE Forced to double back so many times he’d lost count, by snowdrifts of four or five feet he couldn’t climb over, Keagan finally arrived at Moobuu’s smithy door.  The blizzards winds had lifted the bell rope, freezing it higher than he could reach.  Pounding on the door, he started shivering.  “Moobuu, open up, tis me Keagan!” teeth chattering.  The door opened a moment later, light from the room silhouetting the huge Minotaur. “Keagan, get in here!” ushering him inside.  “Stand by the fire, warm yourself; I’ll get you some tea.  Now, what brings you out on a night like this?”

“No matter how many timesss you count our money, A-Ve-Ry, we ssstill only have 5 coppersss, I need to sssell my ring for usss to eat,” she sighed. “No, you aren’t selling your ring, I’ll think of something we can do to make money.  It might even be legal,” he winked. “You will do no sssuch thing!” looking shocked. “I know, Wikapi, I was just trying to be funny,” he smiled.  Even after several years together, he could still catch her occasionally with his humor.  “You have any ideas?” “We both are very limited in what we know how to do,” looking at the coin