Flipspring

Dave stomped his boots against John's porch in an ineffectual attempt to fight off the winter cold that was seeping through his badass, but admittedly inadequately warm jacket. Cloudy puffs of his breath froze against the inside of his scarf and momentarily fogged his shades with each exhalation. He irritably pressed one numb forefinger into John's front doorbell. Ding! "Yeah? Who's there?" "Dave, asswit. Now let me in before I dry freeze your entire block with my coolness. Shit, I'm practically freezing my own ass halfway to hell out here, that's how cool I am." The door swung open and Dave scrambled (no, swaggered; he was too cool to sc

"Ψiioniic?" Her Imperious Condescension entered the battery hold of her ship, a place she'd recently taken a habit to visiting with an increased frequency. She may have pondered more deeply the meaning of her fascination with her newest Helmsman, if she had been someone who had to worry about someone above her making a judgment call and culling her on the spot. But hell, she was the queen of queens, the Empress of the most aggressively invasive species in the universe, she could do whatever she pleased and continue skewering anyone who took issue. The perks of having all the power of her species in her left hand were wide and varied, bu