It's a hot night. The hottest in weeks. Every fan and air conditioner in the town is set to full blast, struggling weakly against the oppressive heat. Almost every house has the windows shut and the artificial cooling struggling to keep up. Every house, that is, but one. Sitting at his desk with the window open, Mordecai slouches in his seat and ( Read more... )

The suns that hang high over Hera are never very merciful. For the majority of the year they beat down on the small planet, leaving it's inhabitants with little choice but to adapt to the heat. Each does so in their own way. Some remain indoors, artificial cold keeping the unpleasant temperature at bay. Others choose to swim, to move to cooler ( Read more... )

Immediately after this:It doesn't take long for Mordecai to get back to the planet's capital, even without a Fast Travel network. The planet's way too small for that kind of technology, so he just has to do things the hard way: hop on a motorcycle and try his best to make it back before nightfall. At least the drive gives him some time to think. He ( Read more... )

The town is small, the inhabitants few. The kind of town where everybody knows each other, where businesses are small and people like it that way. The kind of place where space-travel is still spoken of like a myth, superstition and warnings hanging on every damning word. "Ain't right," they say. "Man weren't never meant to travel to th' stars. 'S ( Read more... )