[Singh]

This is the written log of Admiral Bosch, leader of the Neo Terran Front.

Much has gone on in the past few hours as we move base camp to the Ancient Temple and control room of this installation. The brief look I had through the computer when I went in with Gibson yielded an overwhelming amount of information about the Ancients and this Installation. The complexity and machinery that keeps this installation running is simply amazing and intriguing, suggesting a far, far, more advanced civilization that we had initially imagined. The technology here is at least two to three hundred years more advanced than anything the GTVA possesses and is based on concepts we never even considered. Although most of the technology here is fascinating to study, the most advanced and interesting one would have to be the Ancient’s Teleportation system.

Although I only got a brief glimpse of it earlier, this system appears to accomplish what many a scientist has been trying to do for decades: the perfect conversion of matter into an energy stream, and then re-conversion of it to matter without any loss of information at all. This information is not only exciting in the potential in which it could aid humanity, but it is also important in the fact that it now gives us a way to get onto the installation above.

However, as amazing as this discovery is, it also presents a rather complex and worrying revelation. With such an advanced technology and the numbers the ancients possessed; the fact that the Shivans drove them back seems to be rather suspicious, especially after the amount of technology we have seen them display to date.

Although I do not deny the possibility that the Shivans may have much higher technology that what we have seen, it is still more than likely probable that it is not very much more advanced. However, if it is more advanced, and indeed, if the Shivans do have the numbers, where were they? Why did the Shivans choose not to eliminate us and instead go full-out against the Ancients? The power, the technology required to accomplish such a task….with it, the Shivans could have easily eliminated us, but yet, in both encounters they didn’t.

Did they underestimate us both times around? Or do the Shivans have a different plan for us altogether? The answers to these mysteries are totally unknown, but I am reminded of what the Shivans did tell me before we came down here – that everything would be explained on the installation. It is rather, frustrating, this. Why are the Shivans being to mysterious, so secretive? Although they did hint earlier about some massive problem, something that may just go beyond this universe itself, it still actually answers few questions.

Sadly, from the looks of it, my only option will be to wait till I can get to the installation, and then find out what the Shivans are referring to.

However, before we go up to the installation, a duty is required of us…of me.

The graves have been dug, and we’ve managed to find two NTF flags in what remains of the Transport’s cargo bay. As sad as the duty makes me, it is still a duty I must conduct. In my service through the GTVA and the NTF, I have played all the roles in funeral details…from sending off fellow pilots and colleagues who have succumbed in battle, to conducting details for those under my command. So many friends; so many lives that I knew…all vanished within an instant, sometimes leaving behind a mere empty shell, while sometimes leaving behind nothing at all…it all seems to unbearably tragic, in a sense. My entire life seems to be shrouded in the presence of such death, as it was proven even more so my by later actions.

Although I may regret my actions, there is little that can be done to change them. Many people have died due to the NTF, many people whom would have lived if not for my actions. At one point of time, such death was at least bearable; for there were but mere strangers. Their deaths were a vital and needed aspect for my plans to unfold however…it was a choice I made; sacrificing the few for the many, and it is a choice that I will never deny, regardless of what History may say. This…journey, this quest. I know it to be true, and that my actions here will save all of humanity. Anything less would be an insult to the entire purpose to the NTF, to history, and most of all, bring about the possible death of Humanity at the hands of Shivans, much like the Ancients died ten thousand years ago.

But unless I remember those deaths and the results my actions, all will be for not. I am condemned to eternity as the only one who truly knew what those deaths meant, and hence I must never forget them. Hence, as tempting as it may be, I cannot justify dropping the title as leader of the NTF, as much as the movement may never exist. To do so would be to deny history…deny the memory of those who have fallen, and that of my comrades.
The funeral detail is set to start in an hour or two, and most of the men are ready. I am now faced with a much different choice though. It is not an easy choice, but regardless, it is one that I must make. Two of my best friends, my most loyal colleagues, have fallen in the name of the NTF, and for me. I have come far enough along my journey for me to go alone if required, and I do not wish for the others to suffer the same fate without knowing the truth.

And so I must think carefully; for my actions and words over the next few hours may just dictate the outcome of this entire ordeal.

End log.

[thegreenmonk]

This is too cool for words.  you've created an amazing story, keep going it keeps getting better!!

[Singh]

Although the canyon's ice-cold winds were no longer; the blanket of fog remained; fighting a loosing battle and refusing to give way to the rising temperature of the air around it. It would probably take days - if not weeks - for the Fog to lift fully, but to Bosch it mattered little; for they had little time to spend here.

Standing stiffly at attention, he no longer shook or shivered in the cold - at this temperature, his uniform's coat was more than enough to keep him warm. Although his arm was still in a sling and that side of the coat hung loosely around his shoulder, his efforts to try and look at least respectable enough seemed to have succeeded. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he could see that both Venson and Raynold were standing equally still and at attention. To the side of each was a crude shovel, carefully laid to rest on the ground. To Bosch's right, he could just make out at the boundary of the fog the outlines of the two graves that had been dug there earlier. It was a forboding sight, one that made Bosch uncomfortable. Till now, he had only performed ceremonies in space, and had only done this on the ground once before, and only then it had been for-

No.

He pushed aside the memory before it affected him too much. The past was the past, and he needed to focus on what needed to be done here and now. He instead focused his mind on the questions that had been perplexing him since his trip to the control centre...the most important and urgent one now was the nature of the Vasudans.

On Deneb and Altair, Bosch had picked up hints and outlying references in the Ancient's writings and records to a species resembling that of the Vasudans, and of some of the acts that they had comitted. But none of that data, that evidence was concrete or solid in any way, and the mystery had stayed firmly in the realm of speculation and extrapolation of the data. Worst was that during his active search for more clues to the puzzle, he had been stopped at nearly every turn by the Vasudans themselves...first, on Deneb and then on Altair itself. Each attempt to gather information, to uncover the truth was thwarted and subverted secretly by the Vasudans. Few others in the fleet saw it; saw their manipulations and the viel in which they had covered Terran Command.

It was then that Bosch knew that he would never get the answers while remaining in the GTVA...he had needed a distraction, something with which to throw the attention off him. The very basic idea and form of the Neo Terra Front had come about then. In fact, if it were not for one of the personnel that he was now paying respects to, the NTF would have never come about in the first place. It had served its purpose to enable a distraction and allow the journey into the wreckage on the surface of Deneb, providing key information data on the Shivans.

Remembering the surface of Deneb, Bosch shuddered. What he had seen there...the memories of the battle, the devastation were terrible; if not downright frightening. The area he had gone to in particular was the planet's largest desert...and the largest single graveyard of the first great war with the Shivans. A massive battle with the lucifer had taken place above the planet in an attempt to hold the line, but sadly, it had failed, resulting in massive losses. The wrecks of many ships still hung above the planet, orbiting for close to forever in a slow yet definite spiral towards the planet. The most prominent had been the large Orion destroyer; sitting silently in space, it's dark hull preserving in death none of the prestige and glory that accompanied it in it's birth. The normally steady and well-made armor plates were mostly torn apart, most noticably in the rear near the engines, just above the fighter bay, where a massive hole extended right through the Destroyer, revealing the sun on the far side. If one looked carefully enough, they could see seared-off edges of decks, living quarters, the engineering bay and even the remains of docked fighters inside of it - such was the power of the Lucifer's flux cannon.

As desolate as the scene was in space, one would truely know the great costs of the war on the ground of the planet below. The dunes of it's largest deserts were not longer created by sand or rocks, but by the scattered fuesalages and hulls of the many fighters, bombers and even cruisers that had crashed into the planet. However, it was what surrounded these that was not only disturbing, but undeniably tragic as well. Sticking out between the piles of metal debris and hull bits were the white bones and remains of the pilots that once flew these once-majestic craft accross the vast expanse of space. The desert did not play any discrimination; consuming both veteran and rookie pilot alike; regardless of gender or species. Buried in the desert alongside the remnants of the Great War, was a relic of something that came after; a relic that was somewhat placed there by Bosch himself. Bosch had been partially responsible for the legacy behind by the GTI. It was upon this grave, this legacy, that had held the key to his ultimate creation, the very reason that he was here. It was there that was the birth grounds for ETAK.

But still; the motives of the Vasudans was now questionable, at best. They had clearly double-crossed the Ancients, but could it just have been the quest for freedom? Were they truly united as the alliance thought? Or did the Vasudans have a much deeper and darker secret than thought before? They had tried to stop him for a reason, and it was imperative that they find that reason as soon as possible.

His train of thought stopped however, as a disturbance appeared at the edge of the fog around them. Looking carefully, he watched as, as if in slow motion, the first few of the group slowly break through the dense fog. Gibson was in the lead, marching forwards slowly. The body was wrapped heavily in an NTF flag, and was located in a make-shift harness of sorts that the men carried. On either side of the body, they held up their side of the harness with one arm, while swinging the other as the entire group moved to a slow, steady march. There was a total of 4 men carrying the body. Two at the front to either side, with two more carrying the legs just a step or two behind them. Their training did not betray them here; for the entire group moved in perfect unision, keeping the exact same pace as Gibson.

The three near the grave stiffened; if it were possible to stand even more still than they already were, they just managed it. Studying the cloth, Bosch realized that this was Ramayan's body.

Ramayan....rest in peace, old friend. Bosch thought to himself.

Although not one his best friends, Ramayan was definately one of Bosch's oldest. Senior to Bosch by nearly half a year, he was equally as old and both men shared in this connection over many a cup of coffee, especially when the discussion turned to the present day's youth. Bosch nearly smiled, remembering the memories - upon retrospect, they both had turned into the very old Geezers that Bosch used to dislike during his own youth. Sitting and chatting away, complaining about the modern-day teenager's bad habits and recklessness. Ramayan was also the only exo-biologist in the entire group; and knew the most about Shivan anatomy, biology and physiology than anyone else, with his knowledge being on par - if not greater - than Bosch's himself. He too shared Bosch's curiousity and fascination about the Shivans, their origins and motives. It was thanks to Ramayan that they had jury-rigged the ETAK device after vital parts for it on the NTT Sunder had been intercepted by GTVA spies.

Bosch owed a lot to him, that was for sure. Without his continued support and help, the NTF, ETAK, Bosch's own research...none of it would have come about had he not met Ramayan six years ago. Although it was a long time ago, Bosch could still remember it as if it was yesterday.

Flashback

[Goober5000]

Originally posted by Singh
located in a make-**** harness of sorts

[neo_hermes]

cool and funny goober

[Kie99]

That's the problem with Sticky threads,you can never tell when their updated.

Nice work Singh.

[Goober5000]

Originally posted by kietotheworld
That's the problem with Sticky threads,you can never tell when their updated.

Subscribe.

[Kie99]

Its ages since I've used that feature.  I forgot it existed.  Good idea.

[Mongoose]

I've been subscribed to this thread practically since it was created.  Keep up the amazing work, Singh.

[Mefustae]

Originally posted by Singh

Ramayan....rest in piece , old friend. Bosch thought to himself.

...While not as humerous as it could have been had it read "Rest in Pieces", this little typo still prompts quite a chuckle...

[Kie99]

*small *

Any updates?

[Singh]

More coming in soon, but may as well post this now due to the long lack of updates. I dont have a word/spell check due to lack of MS word on this machine, so please forgive me


"First, of all, Captain Bosch, I must congratulate you."

Bosch blinked and looked somewhat surprise at the old man sitting at the centre of the table. A rather aged and small figure, Admiral Gerald was very imposing nevertheless. His normally fierce expression more than made up for any thoughts a person would have about the man's capabilities, or his age for that matter. Seated next to him was Commodore Sheila, the academy's chief instructor, and Lt. Cordova, his own instructor. Both were frowning, hands on the desk and leaning in to listen to what the Admiral had to say. The Admiral himself was looking straight at Bosch, whom was desperately looking for a way to avoid direct eye contact, but was unable to find much alternatives. The Admiral's tone had been low and somewhat muted. This could most likely either become very bad, or become extremely bad from the looks of it.

"What for, Sir?" Bosch asked, his tone calm, not betraying the surprise at the Admiral's words, or his own fear at the moment.

The Admiral glanced down at the report and looked back up. He raised his right hand up, holding a piece of paper in it. Bosch could almost hear the growl of anger as the Admiral's features changed to one of near-rage.

"Well, for starters, I have to congratulate you for royally pissing me off by having an Incident report on my desk this morning, giving me the worst possible way to start it off."

Just as quickly as it came, the expression vanished as the Admiral continued.

"And then, after reading the report, I must also congratulate on achieving two more things. Do you know what these are?" He asked, looking directly at Bosch.

Bosch simply shook his head.

"Well, the first one is quite noteworthy. I must congratulate you for being the first pilot in the entire history of this Academy - which, might I remind you, is over a hundred years old - who has not only thought of completing the basic runner's course in such a unique, creative - and dare I say it - fashionable way, but attempted it as well. You may consider yourself proud for displaying such an act of intelligence and conceptual thinking to come up with such a plan.....not to mention the sheer and utter stupidity when it came down to the decision of executing it."

The Admiral paused, and then, oddly, he smiled. The course he was referring to was one that any new pilot had to go through to qualify for active duty. It simply consisted of going through a series of checkpoints, all based around an Arcadia installation and it's docked Ganeymede construction bays. There were several variants of the course depending on the type of ship that the pilot was qualifying for, and over the years many had tried to use shortcuts to get through with faster and faster times. In this particular case though, the problem had to be the Ganeymede rings.

"The second thing I have to congratulate you for is pretty much giving not only me, but the entire academy one hell of a big laugh this morning, as well as giving us a winner for this year's 'Academy Clown' award."

Bosch simply stared at the Admiral Blankly, his face featureless and expressionless. He had expected everything from extra duties to the worst case - a demotion in rank.

The Admiral cut off his thoughts, continuing.

"I swear to all that is holy, to this day, I have never seen a pilot moronic enough (and trust me, I've seen the worst) to ever manage to think that an Ursa bomber can squeeze inside the gap of those ganymede rings and that it is a viable shortcut.

Bosch nearly groaned, remembering it almost perfectly. The rings in question here were right next to each other, leaving a small gap in-between. Pilots normally had to rush to the waypoint on the other side of these rings and then back again before heading for the finish line. Smaller craft like the Perseus, or the Horus would go straight through the gap...

Bosch regained his composure though and looked the Admiral right in the eye. He spoke up, barely containing the anger, the embarresment.

"Sir, respectfully speaking, if you had given me a proper working bomber that didn't stop half-way through the damn course, I probably would have made it through - "

The Admiral cut him off.

"Being in the great war, and the rebellion afterwards, you of all people should know when to rely on your equipment, and when not to." He looked back down, and then back at Bosch. The intent in his look was clear; this meeting was over. Bosch tried to say something, but again the Admiral cut him off, effectively sealing his fate.

"Captain Bosch, although this board of inquiry has pertained that you are indirectly responsible for the damage to the docking ring as well as Bomber craft No. U-010-945, no charges will be filed against you, some of the blame falls on the equipment as well. As such, this board hereby fines you 50% of your salary, for a consecutive period of 4 months. Your request to return to active fighter combat service has also been denied for a period of five years, at which time it will be pending approval depending on your performance once you take these courses again."

Bosch was shocked. In a sense, he had expected far worse, but this...? He had spent nearly four months going through all the grueling courses just to get back into active service; and now it had all gone for waste. He didn't mind getting a demotion if required, but to get back into a fighter or bomber again would have been well worth the price - hell, if they at least cleared him to command a small cruiser or corvette....anything but the desk job they had thrown to him.

He started to speak up, but, again, the Admiral cut him off. This time, his expression was a shade darker. Bosch saw it and decided it would be better off to simply keep his mouth shut. The Admiral looked him in the eye. Bosch met the gaze, surprised to find a bit of understanding in there.

"Just so you know, if it were me, I'd demote you down two ranks and throw you into the command of a Zephrys somewhere - and I know that's what you would prefer to your desk job now. But Rear Admiral Nekh'ber has a different idea it seems."

He picked up a small notepad from his desk, holding it out to Bosch, indicating for him to take it. Bosch took a step forwards and took it. Looking at it, he read the instructions on the pad and frowned. Stepping back, Bosch nodded. The Admiral nodded as well before dismissing him with a wave of his hand. Bosch saluted crisply and walked out in as controlled a manner as he would. As tempting as it was to simply storm out of the room, doing so would accomplish little right now.

[FireCrack]

heheh, silly bosch...

[Singh]

The darkness of space outside the window gave little comfort to Bosch as he stared on at the scene beyond it. But then, he thought to himself; whenever he needed it the most, nothing would give him relief, no matter how much he begged or asked for it. This was no exception to that.

He was seated at the back of the transport, in the last of seven rows. Each row was split in the middle, with each side being capable of accomodating two people. Just a few feet from the front row was a door leading to the primary airlock and the exit of the Elysium Transport. The walking space between both sets of rows led to a small toilet embedded inside the wall behind them.

Looking away from the window, Bosch considered the situation. Then he glanced back at the pad in his hand. The message Admiral Gerald had given him on the pad had been cryptic, to say the least. Picking it up, he read through it again.

“Your orders are simple, CPT Bosch. Rear Admiral Nekh'ber placed a request for you to work down at Ribos shipyards on some project they are developing there, but from the looks of it, that's not the only reason he wants you there. You're supposed to hold two appointments at the installation.

The first role is as the Officer-in-charge of one of the construction projects going on down there. I don't know what it is exactly, but looks like a new Frigate class or such – it's called the Iceni project. You're to oversee and bring the project to completion, but Commodore Goldridge – she's in charge of the shipyards itself and the force around it - will brief you on it once you get there.

The second role is as a consultant to another project going on down there. It's absolutely top-secret – so secret that they wont even tell me about it, but from what I've heard, it's something to do with your background fighting the GTI and your subsequent research on their technology.

Normally, I'd say good luck with your future endeavours, but after the amount of trouble and ruckus you've managed to cause us back here in the academy, the only thing I have to say is: don't come back. You're flying days went out a long time ago after you injured yourself, and there is no way you're capable of flying a bomber without being a liability, Bosch. Leave it to rest, and use this posting as an oppurtunity to do something different – the GTVA are looking for a few good ship captains. Who knows? If you do well enough with the Iceni project, they may just give you command of the Frigate,.

That is all. Report to transport Lambda 2 in two hours with all your belongings. It's headed towards ribos and should reach there in around a day or two, after which you'll be deployed on an Elysium transport just outside the system. The transport will then take you to the station itself while under GTVI escort.

Yours Sincerely,
Admiral Gerald”

Putting it back down, Bosch reminded himself that reading through it changed little about his current situation. Instead, he looked back outside the window.

Hanging outside the window against the rather impressive backdrop of nebulae that made up the Ribos system was the installation he was going to. It didn't have an actual name – none of the GTVI installations ever did. It's official designation was simply GTVI-I-004/RBS/SHY. Most people simply called it the Ribos Shipyards however.

It was long, and like most Arcadia class stations, was assymetrical in it's docking capacity. It's port was merely a large, flat pad that extended for around a hundred meters or so, and was significantly wide. It held enough spaces for fighters to launch and land simultaneusly as well as room for smaller transports to dock. The pad was attached to a wide central body, the most notable feature of which was the large hole right in it's centre. The inside was brightly lit, allowing cursory examination and total repair of any ship or fighter that had been placed there. Currently, it was empty.

The starboard side of the installation was the complete opposite in terms of dimensions. It was short and thick, and was actually two 'plates' paired together to make a shape similar to a primitive radiator. A small launchbay was located in the middle, and this was where the transport was now headed. Bosch simply watched as the transport turned, taking the installation out of view and instead once again revealing the backdrop of nebulae that filled the space around him. The beauty of the scene was only marred by a small, long Aeolus class cruiser which, in it's own right, was looking just as good as the scene itself.

Bosch sighed and looked back at the pad in his hand. Questions ran through his mind unabated. Why had Admiral Nekh'ber asked him specifically to be posted down here? The accident...had it gone so far, and if so, shouldn't it have ruined his potential candicacy to this project, as opposed to have promoted it to the point where he had been appointed to it? No, something else was at play here, and he more than suspected it to be related to the secondary appointment he was supposed to hold.

Bosch frowned. The admiral had said that the second appointment was related to his history with the GTI, as well as his research on them. This was extremely odd, since Bosch's own research over the past few years had been private and unofficial. He had only done some small research, not unlike a few dozen others that were involved with the assault on the GTI and it's flagship destroyer, the Hades. Hell, after the incident, the GTVA mostly classified whatever they found, leaving nothing but scraps for the rest of them....well, maybe the rest except for Bosch.

Bosch's own research specialized not in the GTI's Technology or their organization, but of what they knew about the Shivans along with research on the Ancients, and their connections to the Shivans. He had been involved towards the end of the great war before that, flying alongside other rookie pilots in the cleaning up of the Shivan forces after the destruction of the Lucifer Superdestroyer. Those few months had been the most harrowing in his life; even though the Shivan fleet had been beheaded, the main body continued to fight fiercely. Although to him and his squadmates it seemed like they were fighting the toughest enemies around, they knew from the stories told by the other vets that it was nothing compared to the power of the Shivans barely weeks prior.

It was from there his curiosity of the Shivan nature had sprouted. Untouched by witnessing first-hand the horror they had created, Bosch had been in a rather unique position back then. He had come late enough to avoid being de-sensitized and as uncaring as most of the Veterans that he saw (not that he could blame them), and yet he wasn't too late to avoid having firsthand experience and actually witnessing the power of the Shivans. Only he had been in that unique position, to ask the question of why.

Everyone else wondered how their technology worked, how their social structure was like. Few tried to comprehend the rather signification question; Why did the Shivans attack them? Why did the Lucifer only target the homeworlds, leaving most of the other planets intact? And most importantly, why did the Shivans attack Humanity and the Vasudans at all? Many had theorized what the Ancients had; that humanity's trespassing of subspace had triggered a chain of events leading to their arrival, to their presence. But to Bosch, it seemed.....too easy, too convenient. If they had come because Humanity had trespassed subspace, why did they not come sooner? Humanity had been using it for years, with significant activity going within many tunnels that ended upon the commencement of the Terran-Vasudan war....did the Shivans actually stumble onto them? And if so....he had wondered then, as he did now....where was an entire battlefleet - capable of destroying worlds upon worlds – headed to? What calamity, what force required such a massive fleet, such massive resources...and most importantly, were there more out there?

The GTI rebellion, and witnessing the succesfull implementation of Shivan technology simply encouraged him further. After all, if the GTI could figure out enough about the Shivans and their nature to make use of it so effectively, what was stopping him? And so he had embarked upon what many of his friends called a lunatic quest. He had been determined to find out why, to find out what hidden truth could have justified so much death, so much bloodshed. There had to be a reason...and Bosch would find it, he was sure of that.

And now, apperantly, he had a better chance than before. Truthfully, the potential to participate any research connected to the GTI...it was exhilirating, to say the least.

Bosch looked up, smiling to himself slightly. Perhaps, failing the test might not have been such a bad thing afterall.

Glancing back outside the window, Bosch realized that he had spent a lot of time thinking. The expanse of space had been replaced with the bright interior of the Arcadia's rather large fighterbay. The transport had just entered, and was now proceeding to one of the docking areas where it would land and offload the crew. The docking areas had multiple levels, depending on the type of craft. Most of the Hercules class fighters were all stationed on the upper levels, where they held up by large metallic claws and didn't need to be precariously balanced on the spike at the bottom. Directly beneath them in the middle, suspended parrallel to the wall were several Myrmidon fighters. Wide and somewhat large, these fighters formed the core of most GTVA squadrons these days.      

Brand-new and just off the shelf, the smooth and rounded-off design of the Myrmidons significantly outperformed the the Hercules in areas of space superiority and peace-keeping. However, Bosch, like most other pilots, knew that the boxish old Hercules would never go out of date due to the sheer firepower they could dish out and the beating they could take. The great war had been won on the backs of the Hercules, and from the looks of it any successor to the design would most likely fall far short when it came to such potential.

A minute later, the transport shuddered to a stop. Bosch sighed and stood up slowly. He looked over the top of the seat in front of him. On the seat was a small, black duffel bag with yellow outlines and a grey zip. Bosch picked it up and threw the pad inside before moving towards the main entrance.

As he approached it, the door opened automatically, revealing a short junction and a stairwell. At the other end of the junction was a door leading to the cockpit of the craft, while the stairwell spiralled downwards mostly into darkness, if not for the flickering ceiling lights. Railings lined either side of the stairwell, providing some sort of guidance and leverage to counter the rather steep angle.

Holding onto the railing with his left hand, Bosch began the slow descent to the bottom of the transport. Along the way, he passed two more floors, both empty, before finally reaching the bottom. At the end of the stairwell was another junction. To his left were more passenger areas, directly ahead was the exit to the dock from where marines would board disabled warships and such, while to the right was the airlock from which he would exit onto the installation.He glanced to both sides for a second, pausing.

Bosch felt unsure about himself; slightly nausious in fact. But then, he always felt this way when he was assigned to a new posting. Having to meet new people, look at new places...he swore, one day he would get really sick of it. Sighing, he resigned himself to his fate and turned right, heading towards the door and out the airlock.

[Mongoose]

Bosch...the man, the myth, the legend...

[Singh]

Originally posted by Mongoose
Bosch...the man, the myth, the legend...

In the famous words from some guy in some movie...
"you ain't seen nothin' yet"

[redsniper]

you better finish this. If you die or something before it's done I will come and personally spit on your grave. Please don't be like and leave us hanging.

[Kie99]

Originally posted by redsniper
If you die or something before it's done I will come and personally spit on your grave.

...

[Mongoose]

Hell with spitting, I'll come and resurrect him Frankenstein-style. This  would make a kickass movie, if there was any feasible way of turning it into one.

[Singh]

I'd have to mirror kie's response to Redsniper's comment, despite not being sure to take it as a compliment or an insult