Love Story

A 5-post collection

Challenge #03172-H263: They Were Not Invited

The brutes arrange, and attend, a marriage.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-02828-g271-war-makes -- Anon Guest

It was one hell of a surprising wedding for the high society of Ladidah. Half the guests were heavily armed and on oath to keep the safeties on, "unless someone wants to flakk with us." That half was Bergeddin's Brutes, a rough, tough, order of space marines who activated when someone wanted the problem to no longer exist.

The other half was the high-class, high-ticket, high society of Ladidah. Kudge had started calling it that and Liz encouraged it. Neither of them liked that half of the new family about to launch.

Ladidah insisted on flowers, arches, a garden, pomp and circumstance. Bergeddin's Brutes insisted on intense security measures and battle-rated livesuits ready to rock and roll somewhere in the fancy outfits.

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Challenge #02828-G271: War Makes...

They had been sent in to rescue a high ranking official's daughter and had, erroneously, assumed she would be some weak, helpless, demanding, little flower that not only would be difficult to rescue, but would be a major headache, and pain in their rears, all the way through the escape and on the way back to the woman's home world. What they found, instead, was a strong, fierce, self-reliant individual who was as ready with a weapon as any of their team.

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Challenge #02736-G179: Falling? Flying!

My god these two are too f*cking precious. Welp (cocks gun) let’s make sure it stays that way. -- Anon Guest

He'd never been a fan of damsels in distress. He much preferred the kind of girl who could go down snarling. So when they were sent to rescue some muckety-muck who had been abducted by some other nonsense group, Kudge had never expected to meet her halfway. She was filthy, dishevelled, and bore a weapon she had clearly stolen

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Fanfic Time: Recycled Souls part 2

I swear to Blob I had more of this. Feckin backups… why do they never back up automagically. Blah.

  Sumer. 3542 BC.

  Ammon had given up struggling against the slaver’s bonds. It had taken him a month to do so, but he still hated his captors. He was not going to cow or grovel before these females, even if they *did* serve an earthbound Goddess!

  He’d spit in her eye, too, given a chance.

  Here came two

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Fanfic Time: Recycled Souls part 1

Warning: this is yet another unfinished fic. I kinda lost the umph to write more some time ago. It’s still lurking in the back of my head, so tallyho!

Disclaimer: They own it, I just play with it. I own this, so please don’t steal it.

Archiving: If you want it, email cat@internutter.org for a clean copy.

Info: Yet another bizarre idea that accosted me in the wee small hours. I got a million of ‘

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