The Haunted Traveler May 2017 Edition

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After a brief hiatus, The Haunted Traveler is back to bring you some of the best horror out there. Open up and tread with caution, the next scare is just a page flip away.

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paid.” Khalis said with a crooked smile.

“What money?” Tallis said straight-faced as he

walked onto the bridge. “Cause I ain’t been getting

paid shit.”

Tallis was the kind of guy who commanded attention,

with his hulking muscles and towering height being

hard to miss. He, unlike his brother Khalis, was not

covered in tattoos; between that and the size differences,

it was almost impossible to tell that they were

related. Except when they smiled; those were exactly

the same, lopsided grins that seemed to show up often.

“Oh right, I forgot. We work for the Galactic Navy.

They don’t actually make any money.” Khalis said,

mocking disappointment, which had us all laughing

for a few moments.

Tallis spoke up again. “Did you finally get the long

range sensors fixed?”

“Yeah, it was just a matter of replacing a few wires. It

was a bitch, but all done. And on that note,” Khalis said

as he ran his fingers through his non-regulation length

jet-black hair in an unsuccessful attempt to tame it,

“I’m going to shower and get all this grimy shit off.” He

gave a mock salute as he walked out of the bridge.

Tallis chuckled a bit after his brother left, and then

walked over to sit at his newly repaired station.

“What can you tell me about our position, now that

the sensors are operational?” I asked, shifting back into

work mode.

“It’s right where it’s supposed to be, same coordinates

as where the distress signal came from.” Tallis

said, not looking up from his station. “Civilian, S-class

transport vessel.”

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