space-opera

Children are turning themselves into monsters and, quite frankly, it is your fault. You initiated the creation of this technology, then you allowed it to slip through your fingers.__iriam__ jaw tightened. __ disagree, but now is the least optimal time imaginable for assigning blame. People are dying, and I will not stand around debating semantics with you while they are.

You did a fine job with those science nerds over the course of this past year, John. Very fine job. Nothing but praise from the lot of them. Well done._ His thick English accent had a soothing effect every time he spoke. John remembered him fondly as a young man. His father and the Admiral had gone to the academy together and served side by side for many years before John__ father met an untimely death. Sitting here with him now and listening to him speak brought him back to those simpler times.__ was just doing my duty, Sir.___h come now. You know and I know that there isn__ a bloody captain in this entire fleet that wanted that assignment. There isn__ a bit of action when you have the lot of them aboard. And on a bloody science mission besides. No, no, you are a real hero for saving all of us from having to do such a duty. And for a year! Bloody hell.__e opened up a drawer and pulled out two thick, stubby glasses, and then extracted a bottle of rum. Of course he brought out the rum.__ suppose you heard that we__e been hard at work getting our first Deep Space Class starship ready to launch this year?_ he asked as he filled both glasses half full with the amber liquid. He Offered one glass to John who took it with reluctance. He had never been one who liked liquor.__eard she__ a beauty. The engine is something of a marvel as well?___amn straight,_ he said as he downed his first glass in one pull. He filled his glass up half full for round two. __urrently our fastest ship will get you to the Wild Space region in twenty years. This buggers going to do it in six months and I__ like you to take her out on her maiden voyage.__ohn sat back in shock. The thought of taking out the prototype of the future_ it was a great honor and one that hundreds of captains in star fleet would give anything for. He certainly wasn__ worthy of such an honor. He didn__ have nearly the amount of years as everyone else in the fleet. __ don__ think it__ be right to accept, would it? I mean_ there are some captains who__e___umshnickles!_ he shouted. __our father was the captain of the first Earth Starship Independence. It__ only right that the second to bear her name should have an Avery in the chair.

There is nothing I fear more than someone without memory. A person without memory is free to do anything she likes.

Well what would you have us do, Jason? Swan into a hardware store without any cash and say __ive us your best rack or we__l set the adorable button-nosed robots on you for bunny-boiler death by cuddling?" Jared Thomas in Red Gods Sing

Mia stood between the bed and the broken window, holding an active plasma blade at waist-height in front of her. A thick coat of blood stained the plasma nearly from hilt to tip, hissing as it dribbled from blade to floor.__re you all right?__ia gave her a wan, distant smile. __t__ okay. I__e done it before.

Anyone who tells you life has greater value when it comes with an expiration date is full of shit. Immortality is worth the fortunes of galaxies.__he regarded him too intently. __ut it__ not worth everything. You gave it up for your freedom.__is forced bravado faltered. That truth still petrified him today. __ did.

War makes monsters of us all. But what happens to those of us who no longer wish to be monsters?

The woman__ gaze sent chills racing down his spine. The diabolical, aberrantly predatory arch of her lips curdled his blood. Seriously, his blood must be curdling back at the lab right now.__ice illusion. I__ definitely feeling the evil vibe here.__he stood and rounded the desk with perfect grace. __here is no illusion. Explain yourself quickly now, before I grow bored by your presence and dispense with it.

I'm not trying to be mean,' Casamir says.'Intent doesn't always matter.

I have spent my life battling monsters. It was only in realizing that I was the monster, and choosing to destroy her, that I could save the world.

All I am, and all I love, is war. I don't know who I will be if I stop. The world, if it is to survive, needs a leader, not a warmonger. The world I want to make does not require me

The monsters don't live in the belly of the world like they all say. The monsters live inside of us. We make the monsters.

The pending brahpocalypse/ coup d'état - whatever it was - was much more important than whether a donut-eating Police Officer saw a flying saucer over a gay club or not." - Red Gods Sing.

Glacier blue plasma rippled and sparked across the interior of the portal. __t seems keeping secrets is what you do.___ecrets are merely the necessary means. Survival is the end goal. Survival of ourselves, survival of species who do not deserve to be eradicated from the universe. Survival of the universe itself.___urvival__ noble and all, but what good is it without the freedom to live as you choose?___ question you have the luxury to ask because you survive.

Meanwhile here I am- Earthborn woman, a mere barbaric maula, geting deeper into Imperial Space with each passing light second. I should be trembling with fear, I suppouse. No. Let the Emperor tremble. Laylah is here!

Brother Cavil: In all your travels, have you ever seen a star go supernova? ...I have. I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the Universe. Other stars, other planets and eventually other life. A supernova! Creation itself! I was there. I wanted to see it and be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these ridiculous gelatinous orbs in my skull! With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum. With ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air. ...I don't want to be human! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I want to - I want to smell dark matter! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can't even express these things properly because I have to - I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language! But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws! And feel the wind of a supernova flowing over me! I'm a machine! And I can know much more! I can experience so much more. But I'm trapped in this absurd body! And why? Because my five creators thought that God wanted it that way!

Science fiction is for real, space opera is for fun.

I saw the Earth, yes. I saw the colors so magnificent, so vivid, so real. It was hope so large and round, green and blue.