D9-Christopher-Fans

Somewhere beyond the Phoenix Nebula August 23rd, 2011 (Earth Reckoning)                With a flash of pseudomotion, the troopship emerged from hyperspace. It was picked up almost immediately by Poleepkwa sentry ships.                 a harsh voice clicked,                The Poleepkwa known on Earth as Christopher Johnson put his son down and sat at the controls of the command module.                 he began,                Christopher keyed the necessary commands, and their authorization, a record of the ship’s journey, along with its twenty-year stay above Johannesburg, was transmitted directly to the main library for the

I JUST HAD this dream. You no like... GTFO. The sun was beginning to crest the horizon after a long hot day; the golden rays continued to shine through the thick branches and leaves of the trees that surrounded the pool-like structure that jutted off of the lake. Reeds hung down from the trees to dangle in the water, which, though murky, appeared to be only a couple feet deep. Human kids and Poleepkwa sprawnlings – none any older than ten – were leaping into the water, swimming and launching themselves off of the reeds that hung from the trees. Their cries of delight filled the air, along with the sounds of splashing water. I

 Kaylee Sommers was a typical kid. She laughed, played, went to school, and talked with friends. The only child of a factory shift supervisor and secretary, she was generally doted upon by her loving parents. She was but a toddler when the alien spaceship appeared over Earth's skies, and coasted to a halt above northern Johannesburg. Unaware of the greater significance of the event, as the days afterward turnedinto weeks, then months, where nothing changed, the massive gray saucer looming above the cityline faded from wondrous awe to another common sight, like the big tree across the street, or visiting with friends and wandering the ne

           The next day, Kahlee noticed a letter in the mailbox, addressed to her. Opening it, she saw a letter written in almost illegible handwriting.                What the heck is this?... she wondered. Taking it inside and going to her room, she sat down on her bed and began to read. Hello Kahlee, this is Wikus. Please, don’t throw this away, you’re the only person I can trust right now. Her eyes narrowed at that, but she read on. There is a great deal that has happened, and doubtless what you may have heard very little of it is accurate or true. I know we have been friendly, and you would probably not consider us frien

ACK! JKNBFGOUIAEHRGHKFEK I'm clearly obsessed with the Poleepkwa, I can't stop thinking about them. OF course, people wanting to read more, and my mind wanting to explore a bit of what happens after CJ leaves… well, here's the result. *facepalm* I need a life…                Wikus and Kisa snuck under the fence to District 10 under cover of darkness. Evading the guard tower's roving searchlights, the pair of prawns darted from tent to tent, staying under cover of the shadows ass much as possible.                When they arrived at the tent assigned to Kisa, they found Darren and Anthony already there, in the process of sorting

               Wikus awoke suddenly to wan sunlight shining through the thin walls of the tent. He looked over to see Jack splayed out on the couch across from his feet, and Kisa still sleeping next to him, her arm and cheek resting on his shoulder.                He shuffled out from the nest and stepped into the chill morning air, and felt his stomach growl. He looked through their limited supply of food and found a can of beef stew. He pulled out a knife and began working the release, trying to open it, muttering at himself in frustration.                "Would you like some help?"                Wikus jumped and almost hit his head

OKAY, I am officially OBSESSED with POLEEPKWA. These seven pages and one line are mostly character development, and my playing with prawn characters of all our creation. I just HAD to put down what I think is a possibility of what might/could happen once good ole mister van der merwe is human again... Oh! Be warned. There is some slightly... suggestive... material here. To appease me and all the other D9 fanwhores out there HURR HUR HUR *laughs like a tard* BJ is mine, El is Gutter-child's, the rest are Silvermaid013's. Enjoy. ***** Warren made his way past rows and rows of white tents, eventually finding himself at the edge of District

*twitch twitch*Thanks to all to those who have a vested interest in my continuing the story I started a month ago.  Here's the next bit! Now to mash my head against something and unlock some more ideas…. FFFFFF HAO I LUV YUU JACK END KEY… *facepalm* D'oh! *twitch* Warren sat quietly with Kisa as they played cards. Kisa was starting to get a feel for how the game was played just as the four prawns stumbled in, heaving from their run. "Prue!" Kisa exclaimed as the young Waver stepped in. "Kisa!" Prue chirped, and pounced, knocking both to the floor. They giggled and chirped contentedly as they exchanged hugs. "What's all this?