Well. Here I am. Walking out of college for the last time.

Feels weird. Feels... Well, I'm going to be honest here, if I wasn't so mentally smashed*, I'd probably write some poetic piece about life, education and the great progress of life. Heck, I might even include some Shakespeare.

As it is, I'm just going to play Orbiter, eat chocolate and... eat pasta.

Pasta la vista baby!

Ahem. Bring on summer people!


...

Meanwhile, in deep space:

SEP-010, Chapter 11.

Jamie Cunningham's eyes shot open as she jerked awake.

The lingering image of Svetlana Zaytseva examining an unnaturally colored blood vial chilled her to the core, especially knowing whose blood it was supposed to be. She swallowed hard, still trying to shrug off the pins and needles coursing through her skin.

The next thing she was aware of was the sound of guitars, and she realized she still had...