Knox Pashaa: Chapter 1

 

“Hey! How you all doing out there on Station One! This is Dorbax Nill at channel 17 THE PULSE giving all you Galactic Times reporters a jump start on the first cycle. We’ve been having some reports from maintenance that the climate control has been acting up, so for anyone with dwellings near the Omnithruster rooms, you could be in for a hot one all the way from level 9 to 171. Remember that complementary water stations are for emergency use only.

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Knox Pashaa: Chapter 2

 

Dorbax Nill did not lie. The hallways and corridors to the lift Atrium were humid from the malfunctioning climate controls. Still, while almost everyone else on the station seemed to be wearing slim pastel colored clothes with cut offs and thin material, one albino Mirrani strolled to the lifts wearing a full suit of burgundy with thin purple pinstripes, an orange patterned vest, and a high white collared shirt with a blue and yellow neckpiece tucked under his white face, pink nose, and calm red eyes.

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Knox Pashaa: Chapter 3

 

Knox approached. “What can I say? I’m a slow typer.”

“You can say: ‘here you go sir, won’t happen again sir.’ You know I decide what level of housing you have? I could send you to a griv-damned broom closet next to the sewage collectors if I wanted.”

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Knox Pashaa: Chapter 4

 

Knox entered the turbo lifts once again and exited into the menagerie of color and light that was the sector G Correspondence Wing Atrium.

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Knox Pashaa: Chapter 5

 

The back wall of the cubicle office was a large window that overlooked a transit section of the station. Long lines of magnetic rails hummed quietly under blue lights behind reinforced glass. A train silently passed when Knox reached the threshold of the room. He was met by the targeted glances of three individuals.

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Knox Pashaa: Chapter 6

 

“Not more Fubari!” said the Human.

Knox glared back. “I’m sure you are each aware of Fubari Brandy. How much the original bottles might be worth? Imagine how much the original recipe might be worth.”

A lingering silence filled the room as each made their own calculations.

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