“Over four hundred thousand dead, military and civilian,” Foraker grimaced. “Most of those were caused when Old Oak collided with Cat O’ Might, but there were the additional sixty-three thousand civilian casualties caused when the Nakir opened fire on the convoy.” Alicia’s expression was no more cheery than Hawthorne’s. “All to one damned scout cruiser.” “Which had taken the time and effort to all but perfectly mimic one of our own ships and managed to fool a half-dozen of our escorts and dozens of freighters for two weeks.” Foraker drummed his fingers on the polished tabletop, the only outward sign of his inner turmoil. Lefu technology was superior to the Concord – they’d known that for months – but this incident was a perfect example of just how vast the gulf between the two forces really was.
To start the month off, we have a fresh new update for Ozymandias. Though they’ve escaped the feeders (for now), Adrianna and Harper are still trapped on an inhospitable wasteland, hundreds of kilometers from civilization and are now in an even worse position than they were after surviving a shuttle crash. Today is not either… Continue reading The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 3
The Commander of Blind Oracle sat in her command chair, her chin resting upon her hands as she watched the display. Ahead of her Scout Vessel lay the Enemy System. It was full of noise: chattering radio waves and bubbling energy emissions from hundreds ships and dozens stations, both great and small. This system was a resource node; asteroid miners and refineries filled the system’s thick asteroid belt. Sunward, the Enemy had already cracked open one of the rocky planets, dozens of massive processing stations orbiting the wrecked world, breaking continent-sized planetary fragments down into manageable chunks, shuttles and barges carrying the smaller fragments up to the stations for processing and clearing jettisoned waste products safely out of the stations’ and vessels’ orbital paths. The woman licked her lips hungrily, as she looked over the bounty of targets before her. “Continue to close,” she ordered softly. “I want to see the horror in their eyes.”
To finish up the month is a new update for Ozymandias. Adrianna has found shelter for her and Harper, but the CIS agent isn’t exacting a willing companion and resists Leblanc every chance she gets. Meanwhile, Leblanc’s concerns for their safety grow as night falls. Baheila Osz is a planet of secrets and tonight, the… Continue reading The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 2
“Our options are limited, as far as we can see,” he began without preamble. “The first is simple – we head back into hyperspace and for home. We never wanted to be a part of this fight and we’ve given a lot – some more than others – just to stay alive. Many – most – of you are just cadets who signed up for a training cruise. Not to become embroiled in an interstellar war. There’s no shame in being tired, in just wanting to wash our hands of everything here. If that’s what you think, say so. No one here will hold it against you. “Our second option is to head into Tebrinnin and from there beyond the territory the Lefu control to the Concordat holdings. Covenant’s hyper systems should allow us to get through the alien-held systems in one piece. I won’t lie to you: it’s a risk and a big one, but there’s an enormous shitstorm coming down the pike and they while might be Concords, they’re also human and for that, they deserve some kind of warning. After that’s done, our priority will be going home. I just want to hear what you have to say before I make my decision.”
And here we are with a new update for The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars. In this chapter, we get an AI perspective on a couple different situations, along with the sins of the daughter, the Compact’s plans to restore its fallen fortress system and an interrupt continuing Nibiru’s history. Hope you all enjoy. Below… Continue reading The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 18
A new sneak peek for an upcoming chapter is up for my patrons, showing a little of what to expect from the next installment of this series. Enjoy!
“Pirates,” Natalya commented, remembering the Endo Massacre from her history books, staring at the images from the true version of history grimly. Foraker nodded. “Pirates were the official cause, yes. Case Omega has learned some interesting things about the Mulkari. They consider their survival to be the highest priority, so much so that they actively seek out other intelligent species and exterminate them. We don’t know why; we know almost nothing about their society or culture. Is it a religious drive? Is it because they were nearly wiped out themselves? Some cultural imperative, like ants? BXA agents who know what Case Omega is have spent their entire careers in silence, trying to understand the ‘Lefu’, but all that we know for certain is that they kill.
It’s not been a fun week, but I have some new content for The Last Angel: a new short story set in the universe, featuring Adrianna and one of the many people sent to bring her in, but this capture effort hasn’t gone according to either of their plans. Marooned on a hostile (more than… Continue reading The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 1
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.