<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Spacestation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/spacestation/</link><description>Recent content in Spacestation on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/spacestation/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>William &amp; Mary 3</title><link>/stories/2013/01/20/william-mary-3/</link><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/01/20/william-mary-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="william_mary2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William &amp;amp; Mary 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“How did this happen?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“I don’t know, Sir. All I can say for sure right now is that the locks weren’t opened with a key. From the interior scraping, I’d say they were picked.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“But if the locks were picked, why pry one of the plates loose?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It wasn’t pried, Sir. From the minute deformations in the chain, ring, and lock, I’d say it was pulled loose. How, I have no idea. That would have taken a lot of strength.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Final Trek</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-final-trek/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-final-trek/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="finaltrek3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Final Trek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My time is short, so I bring it to a close. I hope I didn’t leave too many mistakes, but I am worked as fast as I could. I admit to running off my family several times so I could write, for some reason the desire to finish this story compels me. I even think that goal has kept me going a couple more days. KM&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>William &amp; Mary 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/william-mary-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/william-mary-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="william_mary.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William &amp;amp; Mary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)_&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Incoming message from Henry Wills.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conrad Stodt frowned. Wills was head of security for Generosity Station. A veteran of the American CIA before Unification, Wills had never seemed comfortable serving under the leadership of a former BND officer. Still, he had adapted to the changing face of security, unlike so many others, rising quickly to his own position of authority.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Chief?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conrad shook away the thoughts. “Yes, Susan, put him through.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>