Massive Disaster 5-34D

Three hours. Nearly a full hundred and eighty minutes of oxygen converted into carbon dioxide and released along a mouthful out pure unadulterated bullshit. A heavy hand pushed aside a set of double doors open with enough force that the hinges complained, Zedd striding out the doors and not bothering with so much as a…

Miranda Lawson sat still in the dim confines of her private cabin, the barely-noticeable vibration of the disguised Cerberus transport ship humming beneath her. The metal walls reflected her image back at her—calm, composed, immaculately controlled. She did her best to ignore the bruising on her neck, above all else, the visible signs of her…

“This is an outrage!”  Off in the distance, Udina managed to echo all the way over to where Zedd sat, the white-suited man a Doppler effect of political impotence. The ambassador was fuming even more than usual, rail-thin cheeks pulled tight enough the man looked damn near vacuum-sealed as he paced back and forth. He…

Massive Disaster II-4 – o – o – o – o – o – o – o – The holotable’s cold blue glare sliced shadows across Zedd’s face, harsh lines etching into his sunken cheeks and the mess under his eyes. The schematic hovered mid-spin—a spiderweb of parts and problems, rotating slow like it enjoyed…

Nova Kasiopea University smelled like pretension and overpriced caf (which was the best kind of caf, really).  Zedd caught the faint whiff of both as he adjusted his aviators in the backstage prep area of the university-colony’s primary auditorium, the blue lenses displaying a dozen scrolling diagnostics he scanned out of habit rather than necessity….

They should invest in some better music for these things. Poor muzak aside, the elevator ride down to the Wards was a descent into its own version of alien hell to match the cosmic Heaven up top. At the very least, the tight space shared with a Krogan was a septic sensory tank Air pressure…