This week at Satellite we have a double dose of Slayboy with both the new November edition and the revamped version of the February 2006 edition. Over at Orbit we have a new Solo story called 'Silver Flux' in which the ulitmate engineering creates chaos. Just to change things up there's a sample of Silver flux below, along with the Slayboy covers.

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SILVER FLUX

...As she moved towards the bows of the ship Eileen had to convince herself she wasn’t still asleep because something seemed to have buckled and twisted the metal until the square walled corridor was practically cylindrical. She had no idea how the structural integrity was still holding or how the power was still flowing but that was shoved aside by another scream and Eileen’s sense of duty kicked in; she moved carefully towards the source of the sound.

            That proved harder than expected because whatever had twisted the metal of the bulkheads also seemed to have created a maze of new corridors. That though was nothing compared to what she found when she finally found the right corner. That the structure of the ship had been altered was unsettling enough but she hadn’t considered the possibility that it might have extended to the crew as well. She was guessing that the figure in the middle of the corridor was a crewman because it was still roughly human in shape but it seemed to have been melted like the bulkheads, not to mention that parts that looked like they would have been more at home on a crab or spider had been added. Some of it was clearly flesh, other parts looked like they had been formed from the polymers and synthetics that made up much of the ships fittings.

            Eileen stared at the lumbering beast, whose attention was focused in the opposite direction. It shuffled forward and reached out, prompting another scream, this one ear splittingly loud and Eileen could see the source, and see that she definitely wasn’t the only one unchanged by whatever force had warped the ship and its crew.

            Connie hertz was a rating on her first deep space assignment. She was a tall blonde with an athletic, muscular build, which was emphasized now as she was spread eagled stark naked against one wall, her hands and feet fixed in place by a glossy sticky looking material. She was writhing frantically, coating her body with a thin film of sweat from all her exertions.

            The warped creatures claw-hand closed around one of her breasts, squeezing it until it looked as if it was going to pop. At the same time a long rubbery tube slid down from between the creature’s hips and curved upwards, reaching between Connie’s hips and swaying back and forth as it sought out her sex...