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
Chapter 9: Darren spent the evening with the estate madam Georgina Selick, getting the dog-and-pony show about what she expected from all of the household’s workers. Selick ran the staff that kept the mansion and its grounds functioning and tidy – maids, butlers, stewards, cooks, groundskeepers and everyone in the car pool all reported to… Continue reading To the Victor, the Spoils: Chapter 9
Some news this week; a shiny new update of To the Victor is up on my Patreon, along with the new weekly patrons-only drabble prompt thread. Thanks to all my patrons for their support and hope you enjoy this latest offering!
Chapter 8: The sun was only just beginning to rise when Verona woke up. She was alone in bed, but Alexandra was nearby, stripping out of her night clothes. She tugged on a sports bra and exercise shorts. “Sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” “It’s all right,” Verona assured her mistress. “Did...… Continue reading To the Victor, the Spoils, Chapter 8
Chapter 7: Verona couldn’t sleep. She was too wound up from the excitement of the day, thinking too many thoughts. Her bedroom was on the third floor, across the hall from Lady Vipress. Normally, she would have taken a place in the servant’s quarters until and unless Alexandra sent for her. It was... presumptuous to… Continue reading To the Victor, the Spoils: Chapter 7
Capricorn City was, by pre-War standards, not a terribly large place. Its population was less than a tenth of Minneapolis... had anyone still lived in its crumbling wreckage. Many major population centers were dead and had been for decades. Only places that the Hegemony had prioritized in rebuilding like Garamond gave some semblance of human civilization returning to Earth. Five billion people died. Some starved as crops were poisoned and stores ran out. Others fell to disease; many through the filth of war but others from the Hegemony’s bioweapons. Riots, civil wars, radiation sickness – the ways that humanity had used to tear itself apart were both many and varied. After Johannesburg, when the Coalition’s last, desperate chance for victory had failed, the killing had truly begun in earnest. No... not killing. It had been too sterile, too clinical for that. Culling. The eradication of defiant populations and anyone who could pose a threat to the Hegemony and their damned High Human Culture. And that bitch upstairs was the one who had made it all possible. Why couldn’t she have just died? It wasn’t an angry thought. If he’d seen Savoy revelling in this new world, it would be easier to find that hatred. Instead, it was almost despondent.
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
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
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
missiles powerful enough to reduce a tank to scrap cratered the street where she had been standing. The soldier raised her head, baring her teeth as it marched into view. Stooped like a troll out of legend, its thick legs moved with a brutal fluidity. It was a walking tank, its shoulders bristling with the missiles that had almost killed her. One of its arms ended in a massive weapon that she couldn’t identify, the other was balled into a fist as big as her torso. Blood was splashed across its thorax and up its arm. It pivoted at the waist with disturbing speed, still moving as it tracked towards her through the smoke. Alexandra didn’t stop to gape, opening fire as she charged. The cannon-arm whined as it built up a charge and she threw herself to one side, thermal warnings flashing across her HUD as the street bubbled and hissed, melted by the passing of the weapon.