Charlotte-Ann

The Mass Effect poem THE ATTACK ON EDEN PRIME has been completed.
          	It imaginatively details the events of Eden Prime through the mind of a Spacer femshep.  Check it out!  (Except below, from Stanza 5.)
          	
          	Quickly we climb through bramble and tree.
          	I look to the skies, but no dark shape I see.
          	As we pass through a green and mossy dell
          	A large form moves, which I cannot see well.
          	It floats from the brush, a lumpish grey mass.
          	Two of us startle, but Jenkins laughs.
          	‘They call ‘em “gas-bags”. They aren’t any harm.’
          	I lower the gun I have raised in alarm.
          	He’s right, the thing ambles – or drifts – right by.
          	Scarcely noticing we three passers-by.
          	Still chuckling he trots ahead, to the next bend.
          	‘It’s clear.’
          	And he goes.
          	We hear the air rend.
          	We seize our weapons, break into a run,
          	Dash to the corner. But we see no one.
          	In the air, by a ledge, a tiny globe hovers
          	Dipping and whirring, behind follow others.
          	We let loose a volley of gunfire pale.
          	We lash and we hurl them across the steep vale,
          	With forces unleashed from our empty hands
          	In streams of blue light, fierce swift-streaking strands,
          	Seizing the drones in strong scintillating fields
          	Biting right through the shell of their shields.
          	For Alenko and I are biotics both
          	And we throw down the drones to the undergrowth.
          	Their blasts fly about us, some find a mark.
          	Hot plasma against my biotic field sparks.
          	Though I stagger beneath the force of the blow,
          	I am untouched, protected below.
          	When the last globe burns and falls to the ground.
          	We call out for Jenkins and look all around.
          	
          	At the foot of the slope lies a silent form, grey
          	We reach for our omni-tools, run down, and assay
          	To render him aid. But he’s far and gone.
          	Red is the stony bank he lies on.

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Lumos! 
          
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Charlotte-Ann

The Mass Effect poem THE ATTACK ON EDEN PRIME has been completed.
          It imaginatively details the events of Eden Prime through the mind of a Spacer femshep.  Check it out!  (Except below, from Stanza 5.)
          
          Quickly we climb through bramble and tree.
          I look to the skies, but no dark shape I see.
          As we pass through a green and mossy dell
          A large form moves, which I cannot see well.
          It floats from the brush, a lumpish grey mass.
          Two of us startle, but Jenkins laughs.
          ‘They call ‘em “gas-bags”. They aren’t any harm.’
          I lower the gun I have raised in alarm.
          He’s right, the thing ambles – or drifts – right by.
          Scarcely noticing we three passers-by.
          Still chuckling he trots ahead, to the next bend.
          ‘It’s clear.’
          And he goes.
          We hear the air rend.
          We seize our weapons, break into a run,
          Dash to the corner. But we see no one.
          In the air, by a ledge, a tiny globe hovers
          Dipping and whirring, behind follow others.
          We let loose a volley of gunfire pale.
          We lash and we hurl them across the steep vale,
          With forces unleashed from our empty hands
          In streams of blue light, fierce swift-streaking strands,
          Seizing the drones in strong scintillating fields
          Biting right through the shell of their shields.
          For Alenko and I are biotics both
          And we throw down the drones to the undergrowth.
          Their blasts fly about us, some find a mark.
          Hot plasma against my biotic field sparks.
          Though I stagger beneath the force of the blow,
          I am untouched, protected below.
          When the last globe burns and falls to the ground.
          We call out for Jenkins and look all around.
          
          At the foot of the slope lies a silent form, grey
          We reach for our omni-tools, run down, and assay
          To render him aid. But he’s far and gone.
          Red is the stony bank he lies on.

Charlotte-Ann

The thirteenth Chapter of the Adventure of the Seventh Safeguard is now up!  
          "Whether because we had already gone through most of Sherlock and Hermione’s list or because Sherlock and Hermione had become so very certain of where the horcruxes were to be found that they had trimmed their list down to only the most important places, our search was not long that day. The last site we searched was a dreary old corner by an abandoned house where a Wizarding special forces agent, had been killed years before. We found nothing of course; all the crime-scene searching we had done had been completely useless. It was still several hours till we were supposed to meet the strike-team.
          
          Sherlock retreated into the old falling down house, out of the weather. Here, further north than London, it was drizzling quite badly. The day was grey and mournful. The wind had blown itself out last night and though it seemed that it must have rained hard earlier, there now was nothing but a steady drip, drip from eaves and tree branches. The sky was dark. It could have been been nearly twilight, even though my watch said it was short of one o’clock. Nothing rustled or chirped in the dark thickets on either side of the path I had aimlessly meandered down; just the steady drip drip drip. There was such a lot of dead wood. Dead. Dark. Cold. So unseasonably cold. I pulled the zipper of my light summer jacket up at little higher...