Rambling-anthology

“Respect is one of life's greatest treasures. I mean, what does it all add up to if you don't have that?”--Marilyn Monroe …..... "And so I said 'That's no Luxan, that's my date'." Furlow laughed. Scorpius sat across from her, stone faced and patiently waiting in the dingy light of the diner.  The only other beings in the building were the cook, the waitress, and a loud group of four young men--two Sebacians, one Bannock, and one Nebari--sitting at the booth behind Furlow.  Just as the mechanic finished laughing at her own joke, their waitress glided out of the kitchen with their food. "We've got a wrap," The waitress sai

"I dwelt alone in a world of moan, and my soul was a stagnant tide."- Edgar Allan Poe ….......... "So, the Great Furlow can't fix a simple cooling unit?"  Kosti asked, leading them into his office. Standing at the edge of a long ivory desk was a large Scarran male.  Like many other Scarran soldiers he was dressed in black leather, and he had small eyes encased in a large brow over a narrow nose and large mouth. "Who's the muscle?"  Furlow asked, ignoring the sarcasm. "This idiot?  That's Wolesh, I keep him around to scare everybody else."  Kosti nodded towards Scorpius, "As you can tell, Scarrans make great intimidators." "Damn s