The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XXV

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XXV

The Rangely Retreat Director Pritchard pocketed his comm-link, a satisfied grin on his face.  “All right,” he announced, holding up his hands to gain the attention of the delegates assembled in the main lodge.  “That was Captain Jan Benton, commanding the...

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XXV

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XXIV

Fifteen kilometers inland The setting was beautiful.  Fifteen kilometers from the outskirts of Mountain View was the tiny community of Rangely, a farming and ranching town of about two thousand.  And just outside of that community was the Rangely Retreat, a...

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XXV

The Crider Chronicles: Confederacy – Part XXIII

The K-101 Kadastrattik sat quietly, his hand still on the cutoff switch for the communication wand on the arm of his Bridge chair.  He thought very rapidly for a few moments, and then stood up. “Tactical, are any forms of energy emissions directed at us from the...

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A Glibertarians Exclusive: Breaking Out, Part V

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