August 2251 The Orleans Combat Information Center “Oh, that’s very clever,” Admiral Gauss pointed at two new images that suddenly appeared in the holographic ‘tank’ displaying the exercise. “Captain Wallace brought his task group out of subspace sixteen hundred...
July 2251 Tarbos, six weeks later “Gawd almighty, would you look at that?” Horace Hamilton gaped at the sight. The Mountain View’s Pilot Lounge offered a good view of space to the starboard side of the ship, and it was there that the newest ship in the Fleet was...
June 2251 The Confederate Star Ship Mountain View, Tarbos high orbit The Mountain View’s hangar bay was truly cavernous, but it wasn’t hard for Lieutenant Commander Andrea Crider to find her personal A-66 attack fighter. Her squadron, VS-66, Hunter Squadron, was...
We chose the night of the new moon for our assault.
We took a red-eye flight Thursday night, arriving rather the worse for wear early Friday morning.
A rat scout emerged cautiously from under the siding.
The thirty-something range of rifle cartridges, like any other range, has a fair share of oddballs.
As we approach the top-end of the Thirty-Something rifle cartridges, we get a real mixed bag.
It’s somewhat baffling that this perfect mid-range never really seemed to catch on with American shooters, beside a couple of noteworthy exceptions.