My senses reeled as the stale air and heavy smoke of the cantina washed over me. The music was turned up a little too loud as drunken crew members relaxed after a tiring day of work on Site 187. It was amazing this little oasis of rot gut and violence had managed to go unscathed through out the viscious fire fight a year ago.

I perused the room for a private table but they were already occupied by the droves of new technic

Mass: 30 tons
Movement Type: VTOL
Power Plant: Michaelson-Omni 40 Internal Combustion
Cruising Speed: 65 kph
Flank Speed: 97 kph
Armor: StarSlab 3
Armament:
1 Advanced Tactical Missile Launcher-12
Manufacturer: Michaelson Heavy Industries
Primary Factory: Ruchbah
Communications System: Garret Supremesound w/ C3 system

I walked into the briefing room for the second time today, finding my seat once again, I preparred for the operation's layout to resume. Since I had augered out an op ago, I was eager to try out the new whirlybird and earn some much needed respect. I was still just an airman, with newwer staff already above me in the ranks. I had to do something drastic. Discussion had begun again, and I was quick to listen in on the CO's reply.

I flexed and relaxed my hands, feeling the resistance of my fingerless gloves, and readied myself for the coming battle. Air assests had to be unloaded after touch down, and unlike aerotech we could not be scrambled directly from the Dropship. I didn't care for waiting, but from what I had heard so far, both lances were seeing action. I cared least for dying, so waiting is what I would do. The Legionnaires didn't have much in

I had flown full tilt towards Damocles lance as soon as I was airborne. As I neared the Catholic mission I bore witness to the grand bombardment of both Tiger and Damocles. A hellish firestorm was beating down in the form long range missles and despite thier vehment charge the Legionnaires were taking a savage beating. I would be largley ignored by the heavy artillery, who would have much larger Ferro-Fibrous fish to fry. How

The battle was concluded, leaving Legionnaire and Kuritan units littered upon the terrain below like burnt skeletons. Winston had augered out, no doubt due to his weak performance on the field. In my short time I had seen pilots come and go in the short span of an operation. This portly pilot showed little promise, on or off the field of battle.

The mechs had paid little attention to the modest air assests fielded against

So I was tramping about the internet when I encountered an odd little story. Doctors at the Medical School of Wisconsin are developing a fourth kind of cone for eyes using retro-viral therepy. The results are apparently promising and right now it's in the testing phases on dichromatic apes.

In a decade or two, you and I might be able to see further up or down the spectrum of wave lengths. I predict this will give rise to yet another re-release of the orignial Star Wars trilogy. Fr