“How dare you cry. How dare you grieve. You have watched but a handful of mortal lives end this day. I have walked the centuries and seen thousands fall. How dare you compare your transitory, fleeting life to mine and all the horrors that I have seen.” - Coldblood general Songbird to her captives after the siege of Temple Thresh
Patreon Update: ‘Commandment’ and Weekly Drabble Prompt.
This week's drabble theme is 'thou shalt not' from Robert Gatlin-Martin, in which we return to Shadow over Illinois and get to see more of Melinoe's influence, this time from the perspective of those who are worshiping her. Along with that, there's a new drabble prompt thread up for patrons.
Patreon Update: Breaking the Circle and Weekly Drabble Prompt Thread
With the themes of 'waiting for the end' from DylingLight and 'almost doomsday' from William M., we have a new short story up on my Patreon. Likewise, the weekly drabble prompt thread for patrons is up as well.
The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 13
And we're back to our ongoing saga. In this chapter, Red One and the Triquetrans finally get to have a tete a tete, wherein we learn a little more of their history and what they need from from Red One. For her part, the AI is very excited (though she hides it well) and tempers… Continue reading The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 13
Children of Heaven, Chapter 15
The images kept coming; the planet had been bombed ruthlessly. Not with nuclear weapons, but with asteroids. Something had sat above it and hurled rocks – little ones, big ones – at a defenceless world over and over. Analysis put the first strike and the last one 2, maybe 3 days apart. “They wanted it,” Jacob mused. Karen looked up from her readouts. “What?” “They wanted the world. Look at this attack – it was meticulous. Here, this island city – first, all the bridges connecting it to the mainland were taken out with smaller meteors, then the city was blasted with one big one. No one was supposed to get out. But the dams, the nuclear power plants, the oil rigs – they haven’t been touched. There’s been collateral damage from the tsunamis and earthquakes, but whoever did this tried to leave as much of the infrastructure intact as possible.” “Without those pesky inhabitants,” the younger woman replied bitterly. Jacob nodded. The asteroid bombardment had been followed up with the atmospheric dispersal of a bio-weapon. One specifically targeted to the dominant species on this planet. It was unlikely that many of the inhabitants had survived the relentless bombing, but those that did wouldn’t even have had a chance to die from starvation. “How much of their industry survived?” he asked. There’d be time to feel like a grave robber later; right now he had a dying ship to fix and not enough resources to do it.
To the Victor, the Spoils: Chapter 4
Chapter 4: D’Onfrio’s was a rare and precious thing in Garamond: a fine restaurant whose clientele was almost entirely sapiens and familiars. The food was good, the waiters didn’t sneer when they showed you to a table and the prices weren’t quite exorbitant. There was a small stage, currently empty, while a pianist skillfully played… Continue reading To the Victor, the Spoils: Chapter 4
Patreon Update: Tell Me a Story and Weekly Prompt Thread
With the prompt of "masks on vacation" from my patron uberdrops, we have an addition to the lore of the Ascendancy, as the Warlord retires for the day to discover a visitor in his quarters. As well, there's a patrons-only prompt thread up for next week's drabble theme.
Go Font Yourself
To be fair, it was a surprise - to be sure - but a welcome one that XenForo (or at least SpaceBattles) recognizes some of the more esoteric fonts I occasionally use like YouMurderer BB. I guess Filth of Icarus is a bit too esoteric, though. I guess I'll have to find a different font… Continue reading Go Font Yourself
The Last Angel: Siren’s Song, Chapter 2
As voted for my Lieutenant Commander-level patrons, one of this month's updates is a 'short story', so we're returning to Siren's Song and Liam 'Lucky' Redfeather's increasingly ironic nickname as the Ghost of Semtillian attempts to do away with him. And as we all know, vengeful spirits are not the most discerning when it comes… Continue reading The Last Angel: Siren’s Song, Chapter 2
Children of Heaven, Chapter 14
“Ah, Mrs. LeFay. How kind of you to join us,” Captain Lucas Tankersley quipped. He was a decorated Navy officer, who’d been given the job of ‘herding cats’ aboard the Aurora as an easy way to finish up his career – and keep him away from the front lines. At least, that’s what Alex had heard, but she didn’t know why. She guessed that the perpetual cup in his hand had something to do with it. “Sorry, sir.” “Well, as long as you’re here, take your station. We could use your expertise.” “What’s happened, sir?” Tankersley nodded towards the main viewer. Alexandra followed his gesture and gasped. There, frozen on the screen, was the grainly, black-and-white image of an alien’s face. It looked male, though Alexandra had no way of confirming that without a more extensive examination of its anatomy. It also possessed a sleek pelt and pointed ears on the top of its head. Its features were startlingly similar to human interpretations of anthropomorphic animals. In this case; a cat. “Copernicus detected the first radio transmissions from their world less than a hour ago,” Lucas informed Alexandra. “We have a triangulation on them; only ten light-years away. We’re moving out, immediately.”