This paragraph is by di	The war was in its second decade. Humanity had been pushed back to within ten light years of it home world. The Wargks were fierce warriors. All attempts to communicate with them had failed. They were prepared to subjugate humanity as they had the other dozen or so races they had conquered over the millennium of their primacy.
This paragraph is by Jo	"Well?" "Well what, Gorac?" "Are we going to do this or not?" Goric raised one of his 4 arms and waved it irritably in his commander's face. "They won't answer our hails, or our warnings. Why are we just sitting on our haunches and waiting for these beings to respond? Let's just finish them." "And then what, Goric? Have a wasted planet that we will have to wait millenniums to colonize? What good is that?" "These hairy beasts will cave in the minute we begin our process just like the others. They are even more stupid than the Jornians. Let's just get it done." The commander rubbed his forehead and frowned. "I wonder, Goric. I wonder if they are really that stupid or if they just want us to think they are."
This paragraph is by Jerry Wayne Gaither	Goric frowned at him with two of his six mouths, feeling irritation crawling like a scaly bug over his green skin. "You give these..things...more credit then they deserve. They are only animals!" Gorac was not perturbed by this however. His suspicions had begun to fester since seeing the female creature.
This paragraph is by W. W. Hicks	She was indeed a repulsive specimen, this fuzzy, fragile warm-blooded human. It was difficult for Goric to imagine a creature squirting it's young squirming alive from it's body, instead of nurturing eggs as a normal species would. It was this more than anything else, that made Goric know that they must be exterminated like the vermin they surely were. Irradication was the only answer. Complete, utter annihilation. Crushed, ground into a pink grisly paste would be a fate too good for them. If he could only now convince his (literally) spineless commander.
This paragraph is by jedna	Time was of an essence. The longer these creatures were allowed to live and multiply, the more difficult it would be to destroy them. Goric was convinced, that with or without, the consent of his commander, he must for the good of the universe, eliminate this race entirely and the sooner the better. He remembered suddenly a scene he had witnessed and knew their weakness was in allowing man to govern man.
This paragraph is by di	"Commander." Tarver turned to face Ensign Devereaux surrounded by a large group of fighter pilots. Children, he thought. "Yes, Ensign," Tarver said in a forbidding voice. He knew what they wanted, and it was classified. "Sir," she persisted with the brass of a fighter pilot, top in her class. "You've been up against THEM. We need answers. How are we supposed to win if we don't know what we're up against? How they fly? The capabilities of their fighters?" Because we have no answers; because you can't win; because you survive only if recall is sounded before you are targeted, he wanted to scream at the newly commissioned group. Instead he looked at them and made a quick decision. "Briefing begins at oh-six-hundred tomorrow."
This paragraph is by Chris Hill	Stardate 90001.01 We are in the briefing room of the u.s.s.Defiant class ship u.s.s.defiant "c" somewhere in the alphaquadrant that I can't say on record. We've just had a meeting with this newly commissioned group that we now learned was the sister of the breen people. They told us at the meeting for one hour that if we don't cooperate, all of your fleet will be destroyed from this section of space that we're in now to the border of the elta five quadrant. You will have one hour to dissasemble your fleet, they did dissasemble there fleet & set a course out of that sector. The sister of the breen people had more of there patrolls take over this section of space for nearly one to five months after that encounter., After the federation fleet dissasembled for five months they planed to launch a counter attack against the sister breen people. The fleet did but they lost many ships to that though. They kept on fighting for months,and months, until the war was over.
This paragraph is by azaria	...and on that day, everyone rejoiced. (and had a big party, but y'all know about that already. and those who didn't feel up to partying just bandaged their wounds, had a cup of tea, and slipped out the back ... well, the tent was up and the band was playing, but the earplugs weren't quite in right, and so they had to dance after all. hard life, eh? but then, even supreme commander travis has to rest now and then.)
This paragraph is by di	Devereaux woke with a start and swung her legs over the edge of the top bunk. She vaguely remembered the dream, part old vid, part partying. She laid on her belly and stuck her head below the bunk, calling softy, "Hey, Kewlman." "What is it, Swamp Queen?" "Why don't we have any information about the enemy?" She asked. "We've been over this countless times. What time is it? God, it's oh- two-hundred. Go to sleep. Briefing is at oh six hundred sharp." He replied. She heard him rollover. He was back to sleep. Devereaux wished she could resume her rest, but she was too edgy. If she'd read the wing commander correctly, they'd have all the answers tomorrow at briefing.
This paragraph is by azahru	The air was cold, chill and damp in the misty predawn light. The cadets shuffled nervously outside the briefing room, plumes of steam painted oncertain pictures in the air. Deveraux leaned against the icy steel wall and carefully maintained a posure of nonchalance while her thoughts ran rampant, tumbling over and over again the gossip, the words of hysteric conspiracy theorists who claimed to know what was happening. Devereaux looked at the sky, she hoped it would not be for the last time. Some whispered in corners of bars that the reason why nobody, nobody ever came back was because the government was actually handing over its cadets to the 'menace' for experimentation in exchange for powers and technologies beyond belief. Others declared that there was no menace, the reports, the carnage all a creation of the media to further enslave the populace to the mega corps and world government. Some said you never returned because of the deranging bioware they put in you, turning you into the perfect soldier. Devereaux gazed up at the sky and wondered if this would be the last time she would see it with her humanity still intact.
This paragraph is by Barry Hollander	A man next to Devereaux stared at the sky and then turned to her, eyes distant. Not distant, she realized, different. He was farther along in his biowarfare treatments, had enjoyed more visits to that room of cold light and smiling technicians with voices that said everything would be fine, but with looks that suggested otherwise. At his collar was a hint of the bioware beneath his shirt, but his eyes said more. He nodded and spoke, voice rasping as if he struggled for normality. "Soon we will be up there," he said. His mouth twitched. A smile? He turned away and Devereaux looked at her hands where the first of the biowares had been implanted in her skin. They seemed little more than irritants at the time, the price one paid to be made into a better fighter. There was a shuffling in the group and she strained to see the cause, if it was the briefing about to begin, or some new group of soldiers squeezing their way into those all ready present. The light turned pink as it hinted of the sun to come, and somewhere she heard a engine cough to life. She stared again at her hand and then at the man next to her. "A soldier's life is mostly waiting," she remembered her grandfather saying once, a man who had survived his share of battlefields. She waited.
This paragraph is by Gary Glass	Three hours later the fleet departed. Cadets hooted over the intercoms, thrilled to finally be in action. Devereaux, however, could only manage a reluctant sigh and wonder how many hollers would last long enough for the round trip.
This paragraph is by Pat Kelley	On the planet Z-14 nearby, another war was taking place. A mutant Wargk was on the run. Xenon stood at the edge of the Great Cliffs of Zactor, the ground crumbling beneath him. The Zactites had counter-attacked. Xenon checked the volt meter on his Centrax Piecer. Maybe enough for a few short blasts. Xenon held his right hand to his lips and kissed the Ring Of The Fatherland, then took aim at the pointhead of the oncoming herd and blasted away!
This paragraph is by di	Devereaux pause before the wing commander's hatch. It was now or never. She knocked and hear the enter. Coming to attention, she waited for Commander Travis to recognize her. "What is it Ensign?" He barked. "I have nothing more to tell you." "Sir," she said, "I have been looking over the data, and I think that I have found an anomoly. Perhaps a weakness." "Well Ensign," Travis' voice slowing with sarcasm, "you have found what all the computers and all the military Intel have missed. You must be a genius." "Sir," she continued unfazed, "neither military intel or the computers have ever sat in a cockpit. I have." "Well Top Gun, convince me," he challenged. She leaned across the desk and hit two keys of the computer. He looked at the data, searching. Finally, he saw what she was referring to. "That's awful thin Ensign." He paused before adding, "what do you need?" "Unlimited computer time," she answered. "Two days," Travis said. She came to attention waiting to be dismissed. "Ensign, I understand that you and some of the newly commissioned have halted your bio implants." "Aye Sir. We decided that if we are just cannon fodder, we'll die human, Sir." "I see, dismissed." Travis sat back. He had never approved of the bio program. He felt a pilot lost their edge, their 'gut', but it was the rule...at least then. Now things were just too desperate. Maybe Devereaux and her crew would get away with it.
This paragraph is by J. Thorn	Goric stormed into the control room. "Commander Gorac, the Zactites are taking large tolls on our forces. How can we concentrate on them and battle these humans at the same time? We must destroy the humans before they join forces with the Zactites." Gorac turned to face his first officer. His tentacles curled tightl around his midsection in the customary respectful action given to another of his race, but he felt no respect toward this Goric. Goric was a bloodthirsty creature, even more bloodthirsty than the races they had conquered. Gorac knew that only his rank kept Goric from overthrowing him and taking over the ship. Even a pervert like his first officer had some morals, at least about rank. "How can they join forces?" he asked quietly. They do not even know of each other's existence."
This paragraph is by Cyberfun	Darkness abounded, a gray mist floated across the bloodied plaines of the planet. The shocked Zactites levitated across the land, as only Zactites do, searching for survivors amongst the carnage that remained. There were rumors of creatures, creatures that had hair on their bodies, who bore live young and were warm blooded; creatures who were forced to travel on land on limbs that looked like bending poles. The creatures were fighting Gorac, and winning, so the rumors went. Could there be an alliance? Could there be hope for the Zactites?
This paragraph is by captnemo	Cresting a hill the Zactites froze as they saw a group of strange creatures advancing towards them. After the quick ride down from the ship the ground crew being ordered on a recon mission on a strange world were extra carefull. Even so they missed the Zactites, mistaking them for clouds floating close to the ground till they were all but apon them. ALIENS!!!! Hit the dirt! They all dropped. The clouds skittered away at the noise, then stopped. The soldiers looked at the clouds looking at them looking back at them. Slowly the soldiers got to their feet. Devereaux stepped forward witha cocky air and said "hello, were from earth and we're hear to kick some Wargk butt! You aren't a Wargk are you"? One of the clouds drifted closer "I am NOT a Wargk! I'll kill anyone that says I am! Did you say I was one"? Devereaux didn't bat an eye, shifting her pulse rifle on her hip she replied calmly, "Just asked a question, don't get your isobars in an uproar! So, ah, where are these wargk's anyway? "WHERE"! the cloud roared "just over that hill is where" You don't point so good without hands ya know Devereaux replied. "I'll take you there then" said the cloud and swooped down covering the band of soldiers then lifting them into the air they streaked over the ground
This paragraph is by Rie Sheridan	Devereaux's heart caught in her throat as the cloud creature carried them through the air. All her life she had wanted to fly--that was why she had become a pilot--but this...this was unlike anything she had ever dreamed of. The freedom! She lifted her arms like wings, and closed her eyes. There was a ripple in the creature around her, and she dropped about six inches. "That generates a disruptive sensation," the alien murmured in Devereaux's ear, and she caught an impression like laughter. "Sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to tickle you." "Tickle? What is tickle?" "Never mind. Who are you guys, if I may ask?" "We are the Zactites," replied her host. "We have been fighting the Wargks for decades." "Decades!" Devereaux breathed in horror. "We'll never survive these attacks for decades...." "Not without help," answered the Zactite--but before Devereaux could continue the conversation, the party crested the hill, and looked down into the devastation of the battlefield.
This paragraph is by webmaster	Can we fly with you? Devereaux asked politely. Of course my child, this war is on me. The creature swooped over the valley and stopped over the soldiers.
This paragraph is by bgdg	The Zactite known to the High Command as ^=^, and to the troops as .m (Kyrl as found in the Galactic Mutual Communicator) looked out over the scene before it. Kyrl's cargo of much needed replacements seemed to puny and inefficient in mind and stature to be of any help in the battle that lie ahead. Its own unit wiped out by a sapper the day before, its role in the battle reduced to escorting troops to the front while l recovering from loss of mass and motion, Kryl could not help wonder how these humans could stem the tide of battle against an enemy such as the Wargks.
This paragraph is by Robert Kouba	Z-14, thought Travis. Is there life really on that planet? The data Ensign Devereaux had shown him suggested as much but it was definitely not human. It might have been nothing at all. The compelling reason to pursue the matter had been another life strain detected...the sign of the Wargks. Devereaux had volunteered to scout the planet after two days of constant monitoring. What will she find? Maybe allies? Maybe Wargk reinforcements. Maybe nothing at all. Even so, he did not regret sending her. He probably saved her life...at least for a while. The fleet was launching an assault in two hours. His death was near. Funny how his last thoughts were on an Ensign he barely knew.
This paragraph is by Rob Cerio	Sargent Kilbada slowly picked his nails with his third fang as he gazed lazily into the distance. His Mother had pressured him into joining the Armada, just as any good little Wargk should, and now as he sat on guard duty of the installation on Z-14, he regretted listening to her at all. He was bored. 100 of the best fighting Wargk under his command, and they drew a babysitting job. Sure, the Zactites were a pain but the locals were no challenge to him and his soilders. The only casualty they had had in months was that incredably stupid ensign Xenon, who was trampled in a stampede while relieving himself next to a bush near the cliffs of Zactor. As he yawned mightily, he noticed the immistakeable glint of light off polished metal, on a nearby hill about seven clicks away. Maybe he should send someone to investigate... it would certainly relieve the tedium.
This paragraph is by Robert Kouba	That was the last thought that Kilbada ever had. A sniper's scope had found his head and sent him into Oblivion. Falling back into his command tent, Kilbada's demise went unnoticed thanks to the help of a "smart" bullet. A primitive projectile that projected a cloaking field around itself. Had the Wargk been wearing his atandard-issue headgear, it would have bounced of harmlessly. Unfortunately, Kilbada did not make a practice of wearing his headgear unless he was on a raid. Therefore, the right flank of the Wargks (not known for superior defensive tactics) went unguarded as their watchman was dead in his tent. A window of twenty minutes before the next guard change lay open and Zactite "clouds-of-war" approached with humans in the lead. A storm was coming.
This paragraph is by Poe	The skimmer came in low over the beach and its belly fell open to drop its load. They fell spread-eagled; the webbing underneath their armpits slowed their descent and they hit the ground running. The landed in the open, not far enough from a gun emplacement. Alien eyes zeroed in on them. Green fingers tightened around triggers. The earth was chewed up around them. Duke fired at the gun nest as the alien tried to track him, unclipping a grenade with his other hand as he ran. Something slapped his shoulder and he dove, twisting and firing, and underhanded the grenade over the sandbags into the gun emplacement. He landed heavily, rolled, and dove again, this time into a bomb crater, as the gun emplacement blew.
This paragraph is by Rob Cerio	Devereaux felt the heat against her face as the nightmarish wargk weapon was blown to smithereens. She began to fire at everything before her in the haze that moved on more than two feet. The rifle warmed only slightly in her hands as she got off shot after shot. the green ooze of wargk blood stained her muddy boots. Inside her, she could feel the wind rise. The smell of the frying alien flesh around her delighted and horrified her at the same time. Her brain was on fire. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly alive.
This paragraph is by Stefanie	She looked around, looked at the aliens, wondering if she was safe now.
This paragraph is by Glen Alexander	But of course she was safe now, for at just that moment the Earth was utterly destroyed, and the real story finally began.
This paragraph is by Alexander W. Dorn	"And why have you shown me this?" Carva asked of his student. "The affairs of these lesser beings is none of my concern. If they wish to kill each other off, that is their own business. "I disagree, my lord," the young Devra replied, disapointment flooding her eyes. "These beings, this Earth. You do know of the importance it is -- you do know of the importance that Devereaux is to the grand scheme. We must change things." "Ah," Carva gasped with a familiar smile. "The young -- you always wish to play with time and space, changing the histories of lesser beings as if they were playthings." "This is different," Devra replied. "Devereaux has a part in the scheme, but has been killed. Earth has a part, but has been destroyed. I think someone else has changed things, someone else is playing games. I think someone wants to end the Grand Scheme, and we must do something to change it." Carva looked down upon this. "Devereaux, this one, is to be touched by our kind?" Devra nodded. "In what was to be her future." "Recruit her," Carva replied. "Pull her aside in the fabric of time, explain to her just enough. If someone is tampering with time and space, trying to obstruct the Grand Scheme, then, perhaps -- we'll let Devereaux investigate it for us." Devra nodded. "I'll see that it is done, my lord."
This paragraph is by Robert Kouba	For the second time today, Devereaux was shot. Turning from the destruction of the Wargk camp, Devereaux met the eyes of Private First-Class Thomas Warner. A quiet member of her landing party, he was the only member of the party that was a better shot than her, giving him the job of sniper. He demonstrated his skill now as he took aim more than 50 feet away with his aging Colonial Earth 6-shooter. Death had claimed Devereaux the first time, but this time it would not. Devra moved at blinding speed, appearing from nowhere and taking a bullet in the shoulder. Devereaux, stunned for a moment, let her instincts take over, blaster brought to ready. The Private had no time to react, but, the same being that saved Devereaux knocked Devereaux's arm forcing her death blow to become a glancing shot on the arm. The Private winced and fell back a step. From his pocket he brought out a small crystal.....and then he was gone.
This paragraph is by vransom	Gone, but for a moment, as incandecent, the crystal, sighed with the gentlest of sounds, as if echoing the surf of the solar wind itself. As always, he shivered as its song wafted, momentarily erasing the bloodstink of battle. "Take me back, he thought, bring me home." Here was his lodestone, his connection to the mysterious planet of his birth, source of all his power and all his longing.
This paragraph is by Ren	He had a problem, he realized moments later. With the alteration in the time-line saving Devereaux's life came other alterations, spreading out like the web of a jax beetle. Instead of arriving home, he found himself floating in an abandoned asteroid hopper. He wasn't sure, but thought it might be somewhere in the third or fourth orbit of the home sun. Focusing his mind on the texture, the smell, and the flavor of home, he reached into his pocket to get the crystal. "Blasphemous star mother!" he swore. The crystal was gone. If he couldn't figure out where the com unit was, and how to use it--if it worked-- Then he realized that being stuck in the hopper might not be so bad, compared to what would certainly happen to him when his commanding officer learned that he had failed his mission.
This paragraph is by roy	Adthatwaswhethevampiresattacked!
This paragraph is by Rob Cerio	The computer screeched at Deveraux, bringing her to conciousness once again. The cold slab of the table beneath her naked skin numbed her back and shoulders into reality. "was that real?" she asked herself inwardly, fearing her answer. She remembered being shot at least five times. All of her memories were disjointed, making little sense. Different things happening simultaniously... overlapping memories and timelines... some of which made sense, others of which did not. It was very disorienting, like trying to read a story with multiple authors. She looked around the lab, and tried to remember why she was brought here and by whom.
This paragraph is by tim	And the Whom was screaming eye candy full of radioactive screens being continuous flashed images which were false and not real. The Manipulated gathered her passive well conditioned acceptance in plasticland as children were stolen at night and taken far away from reservations in the natural system and they were not permitted to speak ancient language. Termination orders sent Ghost Dancers into frenzy as spirit worlds collided with manifest destiny's shovelmasters gathered in pacificnorthwest soundbites emitting chemically induced synapse galaxies of stardust nebula pods. She laughed peacock feathers dusting her multiplication tables factoring dna analysis machines inside exploding dreams wandering for her children now. One found graphite, liquid, a leaf mixed old skins & scribbled their history.
This paragraph is by Jo Jon	She knew it was impossible to escape during the glo-time of the two suns. Anyone caught in the sunlight for more than 30 seconds is surely burned to a crisp. Jumping from shadow to shadow was risky, especially during the tornadic season. A stable object providing shade could be blown away in seconds leaving one exposed to the deadly rays. Heat shields, she thought, why couldn't they have left some behind. Our lives are threatened if we stay and should we go. I'll try one more time to reach them by mind waves. It may be our only chance.
This paragraph is by Stirling Davenport	"She's not getting it," said Carva to the memory revisionist, Nef. "Bio implants, My Lord. They interfere with the neuro-transmitters." "Can you remove them?" "Too dangerous. I hate to say this but we may have to return her to Z-14." "Let me try one more thing," breathed Carva, leaning over the human, whose open eyes were rolling back and forth in simulated REM. "Ensign Deveraux, report!" The eyes stopped. A flash of conscious thought, then haze. "I'm waiting," Corva barked. "Your report, Ensign." Deveraux couldn't see her Commander but she struggled to answer. Every muscle in her body ached. What a terrible dream she'd been having.
This paragraph is by Roselyn	Deveraux struggled to reply. She/he looked around her, at the beings whose bodies were composed of all the nightmares of her many dimly remembered existences. Luckily the room was in shadow due to the confluence of the two suns, partly masking the physical details. Military discipline took over, and beating back the confused thoughts that struggled for posession of his/her mind, she extracted the memories of the most recent incidents. She/he remembered of the loss of the crystal, the hopper, and the killings. Most of all, the ambiguity of her sex bothered her.
This paragraph is by Marla	Raising his eyes from the last page, Tom looked at Martin, sitting eagerly on the edge of his chair, and sighed. "I'm going to be blunt with you, Marty. It stinks. It really stinks. I think the problem is that you've forgotten the first thing I taught this class--write about something you know. And this--this is absurd, much of it is repetitive, and---it just stinks!!! Look, the assignment isn't due for a few more weeks, try it again. Surely your experience last year with time-travel---yes, I read some of the newspaper accounts--well, perhaps you can derive some inspiration from that. Yes, I'm sure, from what I read in the papers, you will have a most intriguing war story to tell."
This paragraph is by Newt	Martin walked dejectedly back to his small room in the basement of the Chi Omega house. He had only about a half hour on-screen before he had to get on with his night job of washing the greasy, food-laden dishes the sorority girls seemed to literally barf out during meals like the gibberish that passed for their table conversation. But it was time enough to power up and contact Control 1. "He went for it, Control, and now we have technically met the Galaxy Council's requirement for a pre-hostilities warning. This cell is powered up and ready to fire on command, but we want to know where we are supposed to dispose of all these flabby co-ed bodies. Red Dog is back from his search for viable weapons and reports there are none that will bother us much. Let's go." "My nomen here is Martin. Out."
This paragraph is by Al	It/she awoke slowly and let its/her consciousness drift outward into the time-space of the present. It would not be completely incorrect to think of It/her as existing within the core of an ancient planet near the center of the galaxy. It also would not be completely incorrect to think of It/her as a living, physical, entity. But to think of It/her as being so easily defined would be a great inaccuracy. It/she was nearly as old as the universe itself - the universe that Deveraux existed in - which was not the only universe that It/she existed in. It/she awoke after billions of years of unanticipated, internal, reality for one reason: That which It/she had put into motion over one trillion earth years ago had been brought to a grinding and sudden halt. The fact that the reality that It/she had painstakingly created had been destroyed did not annoy or anger It/her. In fact, if one were to attempt to describe Its/her state of "mind" as a human emotion, that emotion would be one of unfettered joy and anticipation. It/she once again tasted that which she had not tasted for countless centuries: curiosity and anticipatiion of the unknown...
This paragraph is by Alexander W. Dorn	"Hello," a voice whispered in the distance. Deveraux turned her head, or what may have been her head. Nothing was as it once had been. Once she had been alive, but this current state could not be called life. "Hello," she whispered back, her voice frightening her with it's uncertainty. She could speak, and she was aware. This was an improvement. "Who are you?" She could not see him but somehow knew he had smiled. "In a sense, I am Order. A tragedy has occured. Entities unknown to you have attempted to use you as a tool to satisfy their own will. Their failure has resulted in your current form, beyond the realm of existance." "Stop it," she demanded, her voice still frightened. "I don't like this. Stop it." "That is why I am here, Deveraux, to return you to where you belong. You were involved in a war, a war that was never supposed to happen. More and more, your existance is becoming more and more critical to the continued stability of existance." Deveraux suddenly found her body again. Once again, she was alive, she could feel it about her. "Before you is a crystal. It will guide you, it will also protect you in some circumstances, but beware, it will try to manipulate you at times. Take it and you will live again." Before her, floating in the darkness, was a small round crystal, the sole source of light in this place, warming her with it's soft golden glow. She wrapped her hand around it. "Who are you?" She would never find out. She was at home, on her home planet, standing before her ancestral home. She was once again alive.
This paragraph is by Valera Rose	Everything felt different once Deveraux took first step on reassuringly hard ground.The crystal pulsed in her palm. It was the only source of reassurance and comfort to the woman now. Familiar buildings were gone.The whole landscape suddenly changed. Tall spires rose into the cloudy smoky air. Buildings wavered in and out of smoke. She would have thought that they were blinking in and out of existence, but some inner sense told Deveraux of the danger of this line of thought. -Smoke must block my view- she thought trying to remain calm. Screeching noise came from behind her. Deveraux turned slowly, then barely jumped away from under the wheels of the strangest mechanical contraption she ever seen. It looked like someone gutted the car, then filled its insides with jello. Sparks played among the sea of jello. Deveraux closed her eyes and opened them just in time for her to see the insides of the car solidify. The car could not possibly transport humans, could it?
This paragraph is by Keanty	The mechanical sentry disengaged its self from the the docking port on the transport vehicle. It moved on a track drive toward Deveraux. Her astonishment of its swiftness was evident on her face. "You are in violation of Civil Code 311-BR17. Failure to yeild to a municipal vehical. If you resist aprehension you will be stunned." A panel on the robots main bulkhead opened and revealed the shock unit which would deliver the electricity. "Do you understand the conditions of this arrest?" Its buzzing voice sounded with a minor beep in ending.
This paragraph is by Nicholas "sacs,/god"	Confused as her surroundings started to become less real. The car and house all disappered and she was shown a dim lite. Then her eyes opened in the field hospital on the planet Z-14, looking around she found her care taker. "What... What happened?" Her mind tried to understand all that happend. "Well," responded the man in white."Deveraux your attack on the Wargak camp was one of the most succsesful ever. We even have hostages that are going to talk. Also your friend cloud has talked to use and is curious about us. It is willing to get more of it fellows to help us in the war." Deveraux felt a little joy enter her mind, something warmed up in her hand. Happeness flooded her mind. Dazed with happiness she asked,"May I go home, to earth to my home?" The man was silient,"I'm sorry, that question I can't answer." His face was grim with some unkown knowledge, but Deveraux had aready lost trake to the outside world. The stone in her hand flooded her with warmth and joy. THen darkness
This paragraph is by Nicholas "sacs" McD	The beeping continued but the world didn't and slowly grew dark. Replaced by a dim glow ahead, it grew brighter and brighter, faster and faster. She tried to slow but she was not a thing, just an...an, she did not know. Then the light blinded her with the beeping noise becoming sileint in the back round. Looking around she felt her back on a cold feild bed, a clean white sheet covered her naked body. Ever part of her hurt for reason's she did not know. Some one appeared above her, "So your awake, good. We didn't think you would make it for a while. With five holes in you and still your lucky to be here. I guess those bioware in you keeped you going. Well it a good thing you are still here, your going to get some small awards for what you did on Z-14." Confused still she tried to anchore down to reality, the obect in her palm started to warm up. "Were...When... am I... fight...universe...earth." She tried to form a question but her befuddled mind couldn't work. "Yes there was a fight and you were able to over take them amazingly, but you now back on a sector base. Not very secure becuase of how close we are to the front. Its been two weeks since you fought on Z-14. Your Cloudy friend is turning out to be a real allie, higher ups are working with it. You know they have been fighting the Wargak for decades." In her mind she already knew all this, but something kept her from putting all the peices to gether. Were had she been those two weeks. The object started to get warmer, happiness and joy worked up her arms. The man continued to talk. "Now for Earth, We've been radio silient with them for a week. Who knows why they aren't responding a mission was sent there to check it out but I don't think we should worry. You most defiantly should not worry in the condition your in." Deveraux mind responded to that with approval. The happiness and joy flooded through her body and mind from the object in her hand. Before her was only darkness and no worries.
This paragraph is by Daniel Goss	"General Thalz, bring up a broad overview," Supreme Commander Mendas barked, his legendary voice--known throughout human space as the very marrow of Terran Civilization--filling the Command Room like official thunder. "I need to see where we are on all fronts and I need to see it now." General Thalz wasted no time giving the order and instantly a display of all currently known Wargak movements spread out like a thousand fires across the viewscreen. There was an audible gasp from the assembled Generals and their aides. "This is what confronts us," Mendas intoned, and even his broad back seemed to slump at the sight. "But there is one hope amid all this interstellar carnage." He pointed to a earth sized planet orbiting a commonplace star. "Z-14. A useless rock on first appearances, but one the Wargaks have been quite interested in, as is obvious by the number of forces they have brought in-system. And now we know why." He paused as his throng of subordinant Generals leaned in. "Military Intelligence has informed me that a sentient race known as the Zactites inhabit that nondescript rock. They have been at war with the Wargak Armada for at least forty years, subjective time, and have yet to be defeated. They are a gaseous life-form, very different from our familiar organic variety, and this fact may be a clue to their inspiring abilities in battle against the Wargak threat. I have odered that a certain Ensign Deveraux, who first discovered the existence of these beings and is at this moment assigned on planet Z-19, open a dialog with the Zactite leadership, with the purpose of their joining forces with us against our mutual enemy." Mendas turned and grinned at the assembled officers of the Terran Defense Force. "This war ain't over quite yet, my friends. Not by a long shot."

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