The Holroyd Society hidden base.

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[…] the Jedi Temple stood alone. A colossal pyramid with multiple spires rising skyward from its flat top, it sat apart from everything at the end of a broad promenade linking it with bulkier, sharper-edged towers in which solitude and mediation were less likely to be found. Within the TempleContinue Reading

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New Xanadu, coordinates 000.000/000.000/000.000July 5th, 666 EG The door slid open, releasing Princess Virginia’s screams. “I said no! Didn’t you hear me? I don’t want to be examined!” “Please, Highness, don’t be such a baby! It’s your monthly check‑up… it’ll only take a minute…” “Get out of here, doctor! GetContinue Reading

A close-up of a high mountain balcony at sunset, part of a stark, minimalist mansion perched on a cliff — vast rocky peaks in the background, golden-orange light reflecting off a distant alpine lake — a woman stands on the balcony, holding a wool shawl to her chest, gazing solemnly at the horizon — she is fresh-faced, simply dressed, no jewelry except a modest necklace of semi-precious stones — atmosphere of stillness and solitude.

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Fillet of a fenny snake,In the cauldron boil and bake.Eye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of bat and tongue of dog,Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,Lezard’s leg and owlet’s wing,For a charm of powerful trouble,Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. (William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I) Starmont, coordinates 91.349/-74.222/000.001JulyContinue Reading

Futuristic rooftop evacuation scene on a burning megastructure at night, intense fire spreading across the rooftop of a massive alien casino complex, smoke and flames billowing into an artificial atmosphere with no wind, terrified crowd of multi-species aliens (humanoids, tentacled beings, reptilians) rushing toward bulky rescue shuttles and police transports, one shuttle marked with imperial police insignia under siege, robocops firing into the crowd, sparks flying, glowing emergency lights, a huge winged alien (k’rell) crashes down onto the cops from above, dramatic lighting, cinematic chaos, fiery skies, a tired human with a stun gun helps a wounded synth girl and small alien children onto the shuttle, dramatic sci-fi, gritty realism, cinematic.

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“Hey, Cthulhu!” Uful’lan shouted, suddenly popping out from cover. For a moment, the creature paused its repeated battering of an overturned table, behind which a pair of Cardassians were huddled in terror. As Cthulhu’s attention shifted to the k’rell, its nerve endings flared with a series of crackling purple sparks.Continue Reading

A dimly lit government archive room, stacks of aging documents labeled “Top Secret / Majestic-12,” one folder open under a desk lamp. In the shadows, a faint outline of a UFO reflected in polished metal.

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Few names in UFO history carry as much mystique as Majestic-12 (or MJ-12). Allegedly formed by President Truman in 1947 after the Roswell incident, this supposed secret committee of scientists, military officers, and intelligence officials is said to have managed the recovery and study of crashed alien craft and theirContinue Reading