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The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH46

He woke with a start and fought the disorientation. Where was the bright light? Omar’s distorted voice?

He felt the arm over his chest. The fur, the nose against his neck, and he relaxed. He was home. It had been part of his training. A ho...

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Mind Your Step, Draft 1, CH 14

Convincing Heather they couldn’t use the transportation platform proved difficult and, ultimately, something Tibs couldn’t manage, but which an Attendant took care of for him. Or rather, Heather’s letter, once the Attendant read it.

Th...

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The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH45

Gralgiran watched the pack exit the chamber, a broken Jer between them. He wanted to go to him. Take him from them. Bring him home and comfort him, nurse him to sanity. But he couldn’t.

Jer needed to believe his pack still loved him before...

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Mind Your Step, Draft 1, CH 13

Tibs watched Heather move from stall to stall as if it was her first day in the market, instead of the fourth. She bought little; small ornaments for her armor, food occasionally. She glared at Tibs for doing the same, or for the candies he bought...

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The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH44

The music blared, and Jeremy’s eyes snapped open. “I’m awake.” He looked around, eyelids already drooping, as the orchestra quieted. He hadn’t planned on nodding off. But keeping his eyes open was difficult. He never seemed to wake up re...

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Mind Your Step, Draft 1, CH 12

Tibs watched the thugs as he followed Heather through the market. They’d yet to harass anyone, but he figured it would happen. Then, he would figure out how to deal with them.

He stayed outside the shops, observing. On the shop streets, th...

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Harker, year 0, Selection Process, Claudia

The knock was gentle. “Claudia?” her mother called softly from the other side of the bedroom door. “Honey? Dinner’s ready.”

“I’m not hungry,” she replied from the corner of the dark room, knees to herself, arms wrapped around...

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Going Home, Part 05, Greak Oaks

There was only one car by the curb this morning, and it wasn’t the one that kept getting the bomb. Well, he now knew it wasn’t the owner of the coffee shop, or the dressmaker who were the target. That still left ten other stores on this block....

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Update for the week ending on 09-26-25

This one is a bit different, because something different happened, and it’s going to have an impact.

This week, for, I think, the first time ever, I was hit by what I’m thinking of a case of the NOPE.

I’ve times before when I hav...

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The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH43

Gralgiran punched and used Brel’s block to step into her space and slam his shoulder into her chest, then stepped back to catch his breath.

“I’m worried.”

She gave him a dismissive flick of the ear. “You always worry.”

<...

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Mind Your Step, Draft 1, CH 11

The next day, Heather headed for the markets, and Tibs didn’t argue when she demanded he stay with her.

She spent the morning buying fabrics and getting clothes made. Tibs didn’t bother. Without a role to play, he considered his hide clo...

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The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH42

“And don’t ask me how they work,” Jeremy said, highlighting a section of the projection made from the compiled scans of the bridge pared down to only the circuits. “But that controls maneuvering thrust.”

“How can you be certain?...

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Mind Your Step, Draft 1, CH 10

“For this exercise,” Tibs said, unsheathing his sword, “you need to focus on sensing how Force changes around my sword while we fight.”

Heather grumbled something, unsheathing hers.

“I can’t answer your questions if I can...

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The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH41

“How are you feeling?” the Psychologist asked once Gralgiran was seated.

“Better.”

The tilted ear told him she’d want more.

“Jer’s mostly back to his old self, and he resolved things with his friend.”

“The...

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Mind Your Step, Draft 1, CH 09

“Can’t you make a sled with your water?” Heather asked as Tibs threw a third bag of flour over his shoulder.

“Yes, but I won’t. Those are off limits,” he told Ruppert as the squirrel climbed on top of them.

“Can we get on...

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Harker, year 0.5, Acceptance, Colby

“Colby!” the woman yelled from the porch. “Dinner’s ready!”

He lobbed the bale of hay to the loft with a hand.

“Hey,” the girl there exclaimed. “Watch where you throw those things. You almost floored me with this one....

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Going Home, Part 04, Greak Oaks

“So?” a woman said. “You’re the guy who stole my job?”

Eric looked up from the radio he was fixing. She was a couple of years younger than he was, twenty-two, mfaybe twenty-three, had long brown hair with shimmering red highlights....

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The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH40

Jeremy removed the visor to look at the welds. Even with it blocking most of the arc welder’s intense brightness he had trouble seeing his work through the spots in his vision. He knew why Atarikna was forcing him to do this instead of printing ...

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Mind Your Step, Draft 1, CH 08

Ruppert complained about being left alone when Tibs retrieved it. Not that it couldn’t sense anything, but that it couldn’t reach all the things it smelled. He gave it chunks of meat to quiet it, but all it did was stop the chittering, not the...

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The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH39

Gralgiran stood in his office, the Leadership projected before him. Unlike his usual interactions, this warranted a full table, so the projection reduced their size to that of the toys they sold to promote military life. Five of them, seated at a ...

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Mind Your Step, Draft 1, CH 07

Hardly anyone moved about within the walled village, was what Tibs sensed. They were in the building, and when someone exited one, they hurried to another. The sense he had was that being outside was enough to put them in danger. The fields were w...

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The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH38

“How are you feeling?” the Psychologist asked.

Jeremy couldn’t stop the shrug. The desire not to think about what had happened. Not to acknowledge it had happened. The hunt was done. He should move on. Get on with his life.

“Do...

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Mind Your Step, Draft 1, CH 06

“I don’t get it,” Heather said, lobbing the stone back to him. “Why does the Force essence change as we throw it?”

Tibs lobbed it back. “That’s because the essence is sticky.”

She caught it and rolled her eyes. “Reall...

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Going Home, Part 03, Greak Oaks

The address was a narrow blue brick building that had seen better days. The large display window had television sets in it, old, new, and some he only guessed were televisions because they were surrounded by them. Those had no switches, no dials a...

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Harker, year 0, Selection Process, The Sanders

Diane Parker rushed through the freshly painted corridors, tablet in one hand, briefcase in the other, listening to the meeting’s transcript. The Faculty—as she’d started thinking of the six silent backers of the academy—always sent her a ...

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The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH37

“Energy spike at the station,” sensor stated.

“On screen,” Gralgiran instructed, and the image of the dreadnought with the occasional flash of explosion making it to the outer hull was replaced with the small form of the station. “...

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Update for the week ending on 09-13-25

Chapters written

This week was a normal week. So there were 3 chapters for Mind Your Steps, 3 chapters for The Technician’s Fight, one for Harker, and one for The Daughter.

Chapters edited

On t...

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Mind Your Step, Draft 1, CH 05

“Let me out of this thing!”

The branch over Tibs’s shoulder slid off as the squirrel ran against the bars of its cage, making it swing. He’d attached it there because carrying it in his hand had grown tiresome, even after making a ha...

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The Technician's Fight, Draft 1, CH36

The Earther before him was thinner than Jeremy remembered and seemed tired, but he smiled.

“I knew this would work. I knew that if I provided the right bait, you and your cat wouldn’t be able to stay away.” Omar Seywan looked around Je...

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Mind Your Step, Draft 1, CH 04

“Why isn’t it doing anything?” she grumbled, and Tibs opened an eye. He’d been sensing her move her essence around, send it at the fire, at a bush, a tree.

“What are you trying to do?”

“Something, anything!” she said in...

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