Chapter 5: Another dream. Venezuela this time. The naked young woman in Alexandra’s arms was whimpering and sobbing. She was clutching at her stomach, blood seeping through her fingers. “Medic!” Savoy shouted as she stormed into camp. A corpsman was the first to respond and pointed to an empty cot. “What happened?” he asked. “I… Continue reading To the Victor, the Spoils: Chapter 5
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Children of Heaven, Chapter 16
Admiral Alicia Hunt stood on the command deck of UTCNS Warlord, a Kali-class dreadnaught. Imperator was of the same class, but Invictus was an Ares. Thunderer and Conqueror were Camulus-class; missile variants, outfitted with fortress tubes and the warheads that went with them. “Status of April Fools?” “All ECM systems read green, admiral. We know what to look for and even our sensors are having trouble sorting them out; the Lefu should be in for a bit of surprise when they open fire.” “Let’s hope so. Status of their advance?” “They’re ignoring the outer-system colonies, coming right for us.” “Their scouts must have reported in, then. I doubt they would have done so otherwise.” The Lefu targeted military ships and facilities first, then took out any spaceborne civilian vessels or installations. If they didn’t know that Hyperion Hive’s outer-system sites were harmless, they’d have started culling them. As it was, they were planning on dealing with BG 97 first.
Scars, Chapter 8
We're returning once more to the world of Scars, wherein our adventurers four, ostensibly trying to get a bit of shut-eye before continuing their task of searching out the cause of disappearances seem to have stumbled upon that cause. Or rather, it's found them, and gotten egress to the house in which 3 of the… Continue reading Scars, Chapter 8
Heartless, Chapter 6
“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
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
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.”
To the Victor, the Spoils: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: “She still dresses like a soldier,” Young Lord Garuda, Trevor Halkein, commented to his twin sister. They were the younger children of Geoffrey and Annabelle Halkein, Lord and Lady Garuda. Both of them were black of hair and hazel-eyed, lighter in complexion than their older brother Sammael who was currently off on official… Continue reading To the Victor, the Spoils: Chapter 3
Scars, Chapter 7
You know, there are usually some pretty simple jobs mercenaries can get. Roughing up townies for their clients is one of them. Another is patting the heads of bumpkins who swear up and down that Something Sinister is going on. You go out, you drink a little, you find the ruffian, wild animal or dumbass… Continue reading Scars, Chapter 7