“A present is just the best thing ever! All wrapped up with shiny paper and topped with a bow. It can be anything, anything at all and you never quite know what it is until you open it up!” -radio intercept taken prior to Cal Soto Mine bombings. Source unknown; speaker identified as Charlene Marie Jefferson, aka “Charlie Chuckles”
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
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all; I hope you’re having a wonderful December 25th, and in the spirit of that, here is the seventeenth installment of The Hungry Stars. In this chapter, Agent Barnswell and doctor Proctor have another heart-to-heart, though this time is a little more acrimonious than the last. That tends… Continue reading The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 17
Natalya ran her fingers through her hair, trying to sort out her thoughts. At least they were hers this time. The medics expected a full recovery, but they didn’t know if Natalya continued to talk with the prisoner, whether each time would be better or worse. Would whatever was ‘wrong’ with her brain acclimate to the Lefu’s speech, or would the damage keep piling up? None of them knew. The young woman rubbed her temples. She’d have to talk with the pilot again. So far, she was the only one who could communicate with her. Since the Lefu still refused to speak, there was nothing for the translation programs and linguists monitoring her to work with. Some BXA personnel were trying to teach her English – a process to which she was nothing if not disinterested. Accordingly, progress was slow. Other medics were speaking with the other personnel who’d reported migraines, waking dreams and nightmares but so far none of them had shown the kind of sensitivity that she had. Why me? What was so special about her that she, out of tens of thousands of men and women, was the only one that could do it?
Captain Ragnikov's requiem continues, as voted for by my patrons. In this chapter, the Coalition is trying to get information aboard what in the Hell was going on aboard the Caleuche and down on Sanguine Atoll. One of their prospective sources of information is being difficult, and the other doesn't know as much as they… Continue reading All the Little Lost Boys and Girls, Chapter 72
The Lefu was standing on one hand, her legs and other arm sticking out to the sides, moving in slow arcs in some exercise ritual. If she had noticed Natalya’s arrival in the cell bay, she gave no sign of it. “Give me a moment,” she asked of the guards. They exchanged a quick look before acquiescing, stepping just outside the door, letting it hiss shut. “So you’re what’s scaring the Concord,” Natalya said aloud as she shifted the window from one-way to two-way, turning on the comm. The Lefu raised her legs together, toes pointing up at the ceiling of her cell. Her muscles rippled in a wave from her calves down to her forearms as she stretched. The tattoos on her exposed flesh glinted under the fluorescent lights. “You’re what’s killing us. Our own damned species,” her voice was rough, her throat tightening with revulsion, aching with each word. “But you’re not, are you? Not really. You might look like us, but there’s nothing inside that makes you human. I wonder if you even bleed.”
As the second-most voted for option this month, we have a new update for To the Victor. In this chapter, we check in with Mr. Orange and one of his associates to see how things are going, as well as visiting with Darren now that he's hale and hearty again. At least, until certain people… Continue reading Patreon Update: To the Victor, the Spoils Chapter XXXIII
The major looked down at his huge gauntlets; they were stained with blood. The freshest blots were from a young ensign who’d been skewered on the end of a bayonet. She’d never even seen what killed her, the alien creeping up behind her, invisible and impaling her on the end of its rifle. There were some sounds that you never thought a human could make until you heard them for yourself, straight from a dying throat. Leibowitz had heard too many of those. He’d killed the ensign’s murderer. Not very forgiving, but he hadn’t joined the Corps to proselytize mercy. Especially not to some tentacle-faced monstrosity that had just gutted a helpless girl like a fish. The Marine leaned back against the scarred bulkhead, listening to the comm channels as more of his people died. I hope this tub is worth it.
My patrons have voted and the newest update for this month is live; a continuation of our science-fiction horror. In this update, we're still with Alexei and Duty Before Glory in the final days of their lives. Fresh from the horrors of Gemini Pax, they're responding to a distress call from an Imperial vessel, hoping… Continue reading All the Little Lost Boys and Girls, Chapter 71.