By David C. Daoust Suzanne Otomo was on a Holostage of her own- flipping through the available feeds. Each, thanks to the small camera built into her agents’ armor. Her agents rarely knew when, exactly, she was going to…
By David C. Daoust The grim faces of the armored soldiers, gave Clover pause. He was pretty sure he was in the right place- despite the fact he did not see the woman he sought. Instead he only witnessed…
By David C. Daoust Dakota had a pretty solid hunch that Suzanne was having a hard time comprehending what she was saying. Dakota, however, was not kidding when she told Suzanne she may actually be mad. Having someone there,…
By David C. Daoust It’s like being in an abyss. So much information, so many ways to go. No way to know which is wrong, which is right. Ultimately, Clover should be okay with the idea, as an Agent…
By David C. Daoust Major wasn’t going to lie– when he’d decided to just chuck it all, and grab some food, he had no idea just how many of these flying children there were. If he had to guess,…
By David C. Daoust Clover moved with purpose. When it came to the Wards of Ergos, ‘moving with purpose’ was not truly a thing one could tell- just by looking (considering they flew everywhere they went). One may note…
By David C. Daoust Clover was sprawled out over a long table. His face pressed against the solid surface as an endless array of data-tablets spread from one end to the other. Mismatched and unordered, many threatened to spill off…
By David C. Daoust Clover spent more nights in the library than he ever had before. Knee deep in the Histories of Mars, he finally found his answer. He was sure of it. Impenetrable shields! The very thing the Venusborn…
Spin wheel spin! ::sigh:: ty, DD By David C. Daoust Clover could not help but feel things were not going as planned. Not only thanks to the large ‘army’ of Giants, currently on the move within the Ward’s home city,…
By David C. Daoust It was a dull hum, a constant droning noise, ever present in the sleeping hours of the Wards small portion of the city-station. This noise is what let Clover know everything was okay. Never once did…
By David C. Daoust He was born a ‘Ward of Ergos’. A Ward’s life, when compared to what was promised, was but a fleeting glimpse. Thirteen years to grow, thirteen years for their minds to develop. Thirteen years until their…