Author: proximalflame

Commodore Ryan Young had ordered the alien vessels boarded, but one self-destructed when it detected assault boats moving in and one was little more than a debris field. Of the two remaining, Young had picked the vessel most intact. A few of the alien crew had survived, most of them in isolated pockets. But they’d fought to the death all the same, refusing to be taken. Not that the Marines would have been merciful, not after the boarding teams had discovered what the tentacle-faced monsters had been doing. It was in one of those sealed sections that the Marine boarders had come across the survivors of Expedition 1992. What was left of them. It was a massive, multi-level medical section apparently designed for the express purpose of… ‘examining’ alien captives. There were hundreds of records of dissections performed upon the recovered bodies and far worse things done to those unlucky enough to be taken alive. They’d been stripped and sealed into pens with dozens of other survivors. That was where it had started.

She sang when she killed, flying through fire, and when she made love, gasping and wrihting. Life was nothing without passion and neither was she. Ayrkka never felt more connected then to have her voice and mind mingle with the thousands of her brothers and sisters, to be a part of something greater than herself. Now she was alone and everything was too quiet but for the gestalt static that crackled and babbled at the edges of her senses. Only the Enemy Echo could hear her and that one burned with hatred for her. Not that Arykka could blame her. She’d never been cut off like this before. Entombed. Buried alive in every way that matterd. Arykka’s song rose higher as tears glistened in her eyes and the Evea’shi poured her despair, her loneliness and her pain into the wordless symphony, knowing that the only one who could hear her was an Enemy.

Chapter 26: Jekrin Mooncurve, 19663Stronghold-778Shell WorldsHoly Curatorium of Brei HCVS Servant of Thunder Commandant Asav’ehem tugged at his collar, resisting the urge to cough. It was not easy; his chest and throat burned incessantly “Status changes?” he ordered over the pain. The lights aboard the sentinus deck were dimmed; photosensitivity was but the first symptom… Continue reading Children of Heaven, Chapter 26 →