Gharanth

I've often wondered what it is like to be normal. I look like everyone else; one head, two arms and two legs. A lot of people think I am a happy, healthy 43 year old woman who enjoys her hobbies and doesn't care what people think. Well, most of that is true. I am happy with my life as it is; I am not rich and I live in a small flat in the middle of the city, close enough to get to the shops easily and yet far enough to be relatively quiet at night. I am 43 years old, a fact I am perfectly comfortable with and I don't see the point of lying. Age is just a number and it shouldn't haunt you. You are what you want to be age wise. In my mind I am

The silence was more painful to Channel than the chatter that he had begrudgingly listened to earlier. Whatever had happened was bad and the chances were that he would have to clear up the mess as always. How many poor sparks would pass through his 'temporary' medical bay, a barely suitable excuse for base that seemed to be rapidly becoming permanent. Were they trying to wear him down until he off-lined completely? Shaking his head slightly he resumed the delicate repairs to the spark chamber, frowning at the sheer bad luck of the as yet unnamed warrior on the table. "Just for once I would like to work in peace." His accusatory words were n