The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XIII

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XIII

Twelve            The K-101 “Commander, incoming signal from the planet.” “Yes?” “Text signal, sir, it reads ‘Green File.’” “Good.  Inform the hangar bay to ready an infiltration pod, and have Senior...

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XIII

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XI

Ten Three weeks later, Tarbos, a maintenance warehouse, 2AM local time Tarbos nights were uniformly dark, since the planet’s one tiny moon reflected almost no light.  This made clandestine meetings all the easier. “You brought the progress report?” “Yes. ...

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