By David C. Daoust While Charles the First was the last to hear of the massive starship’ arrival to the small moon Twin Crown, he and his grandfather were actually the first to arrive on the scene. He had no sense of scope of just what to expect when he arrived. Considering he had left…
By David C. Daoust Charles the First dropped down off the Sky-screamer almost as soon as he had landed. The flames– he could feel the heat even from his distance from what was, a few moments ago, a massive explosion. Something moved within the wreckage, of this, he was sure. From the sound something that…
By David C. Daoust Charles the First was starting to lose hope. The First Wave teen started his search with a full complement of crew members. Even had Farrah set up a relay among separate Rovers spread throughout the moon… They all played along for days and days. Yet, the longer the search went on,…
By David C. Daoust Charles the First did not wait a second longer than he had to. He had already braved the desert once, he wanted to get back out there. Fact was, the sheriff got shot. This threw Charles, through and through, and a put a big old break on his formulating plans….
By David C. Daoust Sheriff Dunn felt like he missed a lot. Driving the boxy brown land-speeder back through the newly refurbished gates of Grady, and then to find the entirety of the town restored… Well, he’d felt the reconstruction was inevitable from day one, though still, somewhat disorienting to find it all in…
You demanded it- she’s back. Witness the Plight of Fancy! ty,DD By David C. Daoust Willian Fossick, Jr. was said to be the son, and heir-apparent, of the legendary detective of the same name. His ‘father’ had scoured the Onion for its mysteries- and made a pretty penny doing so. That is of course…
By David C. Daoust Charles the First felt fairly useless in the passenger seat of the boxy brown vehicle that the tall balding lawman of Grady, Sheriff Dunn, was navigating through the onslaught of chaos that was their current situation. The small vehicle had spun about so much that Charles was no longer sure…
By David C. Daoust Sheriff Montgomery Dunn really had not spent very much time outside of the walls of Grady. Policing the small port town was fairly time consuming- very few issues led him into the desert, certainly not this far into the desert. Monty was in pursuit of a ‘stolen’ Sandcrawler, accompanied by…
By David C. Daoust Nonsense– Old Charles Haul Senior knew it was expected of him, well most the time he knew it was expected of him. So, when the chance arose… why not give it to them? That old memory about his jacket sprang to mind because it was one of the first times…
By David C. Daoust Charles the First was out of breath. The Brain Stealer was nowhere in sight. He had no idea where the little bugger had gotten off to. He’d raced about, dodging through rubble and peering through crevices. The bulbous device and the strange little ‘fiery guy’ did not leave a trace….
By David C. Daoust There was ‘bout a second longer of confusion than would be normal, before Grandpa Haul found himself truly confused. He wasn’t sure where his grandson came from- just out of nowhere, there he was. Standing between him, and what he had named the ‘Brain Stealer’. “Please, don’t destroy me!” Ratchet pleaded….
By David C. Daoust “My goodness!” Hamlin exclaimed as he did what he could to extinguish the small fire atop his head. Hamlin stood, alarmed, before a full length mirror, patting at his head – trying to figure out why his actions did not seem to make much of a difference to the wild fire…
By David C. Daoust Raymond wasn’t happy. The anger carried him full sail through the Starport. Word of his son’s arrest had reached him. Word of the ‘leaked footage’ that had been played for all of Grady to see, had reached him as well. His first thoughts were of his wife’s take on the situation….
By David C. Daoust It seemed the whole world was at the Starport. Considering how small the population of Twin Crown is, it was close to being true. Minus who? A stubborn minority that, unlike most First Wave, wanted nothing to do with Grady -smashed or no. And possibly those of Grady that were so…
> By David C. Daoust Harper nodded with a grim solid lip as she paused to take in the sight of the towering wide wall of the Starport. She knew most of the moon’s population was in there. She also knew that her sister was laid up in a medbay after being beaten by some…
By David C. Daoust Charles made his way through the crowded landing bay. It was the central landing area of the starport, now cleared of the majority of ships that usually filled it, all to allow the people to congregate. The sky above was clear, the smell of foods of all types wafted through the…
By David C. Daoust Still strapped into his Sky screamer as it lost power, Charles really didn’t get a good look at the expanding Ion Cloud until it was well past him- and he was dropping from the sky. The blood rushed from his face as he spun about in a plunge. Anti-grav vehicles, without…
By David C. Daoust “There you are!” Ratchet cheerfully announced once his grandfather was within shouting distance. The anti-gravity boots carried the boy through the rubble smoothly, allowed him to hop and jump through debris as though he was sliding over waves despite the rough, solid, terrain that was beneath him. Grandpa Haul, still celebrating…
So, I think, what has always been clear in my mind, that maybe I failed to represent in ‘aWLoN!’ is that there really isn’t a two party system in the Onion. (Not including the Democratic Assembly, as the two, original, ‘plans’ certainly split them into parties, though that all fell apart when one side chose…
By David C. Daoust He was known to the rest of the family as ‘Charles the First’, a nickname given to him by his grandfather while he was still a newborn. Grandpa Haul had hoped to start a whole line of ‘Charles Hauls’. His eldest son however, was never a fan of his father, he…
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By David C. Daoust High in the skies of Twin Crown, the small speck of what was known as a Sky Screamer soared through the clouds. Piloting the small vehicle was a tall red headed teen by the name of Charles, to his right, clutched precariously to the side of the vehicle, was his brother,…