In a quiet Columbia morning, Matt and T’mari trade heat for humor, coffee for memory, and a cultural breakfast for a light-hearted war on tradition. It’s not the Freehold—but it might just be home.
As Angelina lays down Freehold expectations, Mall finds herself not just welcomed—but claimed—as an apprentice in the tradition of V’ren mentorship, officially beginning her path as a L’erin under M’resta Angelina.
May 29, 2440 5:45 AM “I would have made coffee, but don’t know how,” L’tani said when she saw Angelina
Storms roll in as Matt and T’mari retreat for the evening—into comfort, confession, and connection. Between shared ribs, remembered ghosts, and one stubborn bobcat, they lay the foundations of a life lived forward. If intimacy is a form of governance, this is one of Matt’s most honest acts of rule.
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Space opera and science fiction share the cosmos but differ in tone, scope, and style. Discover where their orbits align—and where they part.
Explore the ancient beacon network left by the Progenitors—sleek, self-maintaining nodes that span centuries, and their salvaged counterparts, clunky yet durable, still lining the slow lanes of interstellar space. This post charts message delays from lunar impulses to the distant Galactic Core, revealing how centuries of wear have woven a patchwork of fast trunks and dusty spokes across the galaxy.
Matt reasserts his authority over the boardroom, outlining the future of agri-tech, logistics, and interstellar integration—with a reminder that he’s the one keeping everyone fed.
T’mari wakes tangled with Matt and ends the morning in a purple muscle car, her first taste of Earth opulence—and trust. Their intimacy deepens through quiet rituals, shared secrets, and a very personal garage tour.
In a quiet night at the Maddy in 2440, T’Mari and Matt choose soft drinks, slow dances, and honest conversations over a crowded night out. A tender, sci-fi romance exploring vulnerability, history, and the meaning of home.
Moments after the cameras stop rolling, T’Mari is given something no media outlet could capture: the weight of memory, the truth behind a name, and the burden of becoming its keeper. In a quiet room above the quad, diplomacy turns personal—and sacred.
On a warm June afternoon, Matt Marmaduke and Officer T’Mari visited the University of Missouri’s Columbia campus—once a symbol of American higher education, now a crossroads of post-collapse resilience and galactic diplomacy. What followed was a trio of interviews revealing the grit behind engineering breakthroughs, the complexity of new alliances, and the media fascination with a reluctant folk hero and his alien communications officer.
