My patrons have cast their votes and voted again for some more Feelings In Hallways, I mean Ozymandias. This chapter gives us more interaction between Harper and Adrianna (kind of hard to avoid when you’re the only two living souls in a city-sized ziggurat). Harper keeps getting the rug pulled out from under her. Getting… Continue reading The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 7
Brian looked up at them both, his face white. “The planet…” He brought the image up onto the main viewscreen. Abigail felt her jaw drop open, her knees shaking. She grabbed the Navigation console to steady herself; it was the only thing that kept her from falling.
Singh was under no illusions about what was happening to Archer right now, but he wouldn’t let that stop him. The commodore was a loyal officer of the Concord. She would understand that sacrifices had to be made. If the price was one life ended in order to save thousands or millions of others, that was a trade-off he was sure she’d make. It might cost him some sleep, but Hunt had been right: this wasn’t a war of ideology. They didn’t have to be ‘better’ then the Lefu. They just had to survive.
“Medical team to Corridor J-9, section 31! Officer down, officer down!” Jacob tried to hold Commodore Archer steady as she convulsed, thrashing back and forth in the hallway like she was having a seizure. He straddled her, holding her wrists to prevent her from clawing at the red welts she’d already cut into her face. The woman was screaming incomprehensibly, frothing and shaking like she’d been hit by a stunner.
We’re back with a fresh update for The Hungry Stars. In this chapter, more questions about the League come up as Echo and Leah pursue their study of humanity’s long-lost and sole free world. But the League is secretive, and small holes are beginning to appear in their claims. Is this just reflexive paranoia coming… Continue reading The Last Angel: The Hungry Stars, Chapter 22
Chapter 12: October 20th, 4233CurareGrey ZoneUnited Terran Concord +transmission: intercepted+ “…peat, this is GSSNS Acquisitor… days out of Firmament… …one hear us? …to Barbossa… …arrival, received mult… …trss calls… …wiped out! Everyone, everything… dead! …tected ov… …hundred ships! The planet, completely… …million people! …picked us up, don’t know… Ran, tried to hide in the… found…… Continue reading Children of Heaven: Choir of Silence, Chapter 12
My patrons have cast their votes and decided once more for some good, wholesome mother-daughter bonding in the middle of an alien necropolis. Harper has gotten a little shut-eye, while Adrianna has been as happy as an archaeologist in an undiscovered tomb, looking over the Baheil’s last records and waiting to share them with her… Continue reading The Last Angel: Ozymandias, Chapter 6
Arykka looked up as she heard the faint ssht sounds of the brig’s outer doors opening and closing. The murmurs grew louder, but were sharper then she was used to. Darker. As soon as they had started preventing her from sleeping, she’d expected something like this. She was not a Weaver, she didn’t know how the Fleet’s intelligence corps extracted information from their prisoners, nor had she had never cared to find out. Her job was to slay, not talk. She suspected that the most recent visitors combined the traits. She faced the new arrivals, drawing herself up proudly and bared her teeth in a feral grin.
"Taking the moral high ground is a luxury we don’t have, Hawthorne. This isn’t about ideology like it was with the Resurgency, it’s not about territory and self-determination like it was with the League. This war is one of survival, sir. We just have to be the ones standing when the dust settles. No matter what the Inner Worlds might delude themselves into thinking or saying, there’s only way to coexist with butchers like these. And if – if! – some sort of settlement is reached, do you think that the Lefu are going to complain about the treatment of one pilot, when they’ve slaughtered millions?”
“We’re almost there,” Hiro said between clenched teeth, his knuckles white on the armrests as his ship and crew died around him. The Hydra hadn’t blown him out of the sky. That was, he supposed, a good thing. But their careful bursts meant that they weren’t trying to kill him; they were trying to take him. If they’d gone to heavier or rapid fire, there’d be nothing left of his command but free-floating atoms. Their arrogance was going to cost them. He was going to make sure of- “Target hit!” the exultant cry came from one of the gunnery stations. “By God, target hit! She’s venting air!”