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Nine Lives, a Half Life 2 ficNine Lives
My Human always took good care of me. I liked him, most of the time. His home was my home, it wasn't big but it was big enough for me. My territory was not just his den, because I could get out through the breeze-maker, and smell other Humans and other dens. Some of them had cats too. Many of those were my brothers and sisters, but we hardly ever saw each other except through the metal bars of the breeze-makers.
His homes were always my homes. I knew from the start that he was a good Human to have, to care for me. Even though sometimes, I didn't think much of what happened to us him or me. He didn't always live in one place. So I didn't always, either. But I went with him. Sometimes, I don't think he knew it was me. I always knew it was him, though.
My story isn't very long, I'm afraid. But I was told that it was a 'cautionary tale', for those that come after me. My lives are spent, but others might still have some left. Before I join the all-in-one, where my new frie
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This is an erotic chapter, 5/16 pages are not for the weak of heart, under the age of 18, or those who can't deal with tasteful sex.
Also, damn DA, won't allow text files to be more than 64k, and I'd posted an edited version of it, that ran 65k, and CANNOT EDIT after I hit "okay". This is a serious problem, GRR, because my hands are NUMB from editing using this crap ass HTML editor of theirs.
October 2, 2010
0830, Charleston, South Carolina
Armacham SC Division / Medical Storage Facility
It was positively wretched, and Wilson wasn't merely projecting, either. He was soaked, and though it was hardly frigid, he hated being subject to such things. He was positive that if anyone else had been around, they too would have been quite miserable.
This storm had been raging in its own quiet way for several days now, just off the coast. There was a time not so long before, that they'd have named it something sweet, some lady's or with political correctness some gent's. A name that they could spout for years to come about how tame or bad it was compared to another with a nicer, equally deceptive name. It was like summoning the furies by their sweeter, stupidly contrived monikers. As though calling them the kindly ones would make them kindly. But no one gave two shits about naming storms any more. Hell, if the Vorts wouldn't name him
January 9, 2018
1600, Black Mesa NM
BMRF / Upper Administrative Complex
"There must be a way, there must," Eli said, his voice a shadow, an echo of his thoughts.
"There is great distance between us," Thaddeus the Vortigaunt said, shaking his head sideways, "but observe: the EliVance knows well that distance is often meaningless to those who desire to reinforce their ties of familiarity."
Eli pondered the words of the Vort across the table. He and one other, Jeremiah, had joined the group of Humans to provide their own unique input. It was to them that Eli gazed, focused, and finally spoke.
"I know that, thanks to you," he said. Everyone at the wide, slightly battered table knew what he meant. The Vortigaunts had helped close the distance between this man and his daughter, two large facilities made all but one by their diligence. But now, a far greater distance, and a far greater danger, seemed to be on the horizon. "Will you be able to contact your people, wh
Repurposed 16.0 Perseverance
Interval 16.0 Perseverance
August 26, 2009
1100, City 47
City Planning Nexus / Administrator's Offices
"Are those parasites still waiting outside?" She said, her sneer obvious even on the speaker in the hallway.
"Yes, ma'am," came the reply over the intercom.
Her bony finger continued to push the button though she had little more than a disgusted sigh in response. Finally she yanked her hand away from the com button and clenched her fingers into a rigid fist.
Finally she spat, "fine, let them in. Accompany them." If they hadn't been right there to hear, she would have said far more: I don't want those things getting too close to me, keep the safety off, get them out of here as soon as possible.
"Yes, ma'am," the soldier spoke, then she saw the tall double-doors to her office crack open. The Armacham soldier, as requested, stood slightly behind the pair of Vortigaunts that clopped their way into her lair. Genevieve Aristide didn't think much of those creatures
Vortigese Language Basics *updated
Vortigaunt language basics
True Vortigese can only be understood by telepathic individuals. The inflection and specific context of any spoken sound is created through Vortal means. Flux Shifting is the term they use, where each Vortigaunt's mental and verbal communication is shared in a holistic manner. Therefore any context is generally lost on Human ears, and each single Vortigese word can be interpreted in dozens of different ways depending on that context. Many words can be spelled in different ways, but they are generally pronounced only one. Vortigaunts can learn virtually any language, pronunciation may be more or less correct though they always sound 'exotic'. Though they have few or no words with certain sounds in their own language, they can pronounce English/non-Vort sounds just fine. Vortigese is difficult for normal Humans to pronounce because some of the resonance and depth of the actual sounds are created using their longer throats, differently shaped mouths, and
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