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 be present– which she liked, kept her employees on their toes. They were less likely…
By David C. Daoust Major Sims had to assume that these children in space suits, really weren’t terribly experienced at locking people up. And really, he felt like this was a good thing. Said a lot about someone, whether or not they were good at stripping someone of their personal liberties. Generally, if they…
By David C. Daoust Life, post the inescapable prison, has been a dreary dreamless nightmare. Ivan’s dream was his life. Always had been. The dream of a perfect world, orchestrated by the perfect institutions, raised from pure hope, by the infallible will of the Red Faction. In the past, he could see it, all—…
By David C. Daoust Restricted. That’s all Ivan could comprehend, all he could feel. Restricted. It was an endless nightmare, his mind was active, yet… restricted. He had no eyes, no ears, nor a mouth to make a noise with; to protest, to scream, nor cry out or plead. Restricted. It was that word. No,…
By David C. Daoust “Rescue me? Rescue me from what?” Dakota asked in response to Ivan’s sudden declaration that they were there to rescue her. The Commissar stood in the middle of a stark white lab, Dr.Sun completely surrounded by his small squad of assault-bots that had infiltrated the Consortium Cruiser. The mass of snake-like…
By David C. Daoust Dakota watched the monitors in disbelief, Consortium troopers were running every which way. She watched as dozens of Starfighters launched into the black abyss in answer to the Reds astral assault. She planted a hand to her forehead, a hand that then dropped down to her gaping mouth, as the Red…
By David C. Daoust The clumsiness of the new form melted away; in fact Ivan started to have fun a while ago. His long cordlike arms could stretch a bit farther than he originally thought, and he was swinging from limb to limb throughout the corridors of the Consortium cruiser, which he had cleverly invaded,…
By David C. Daoust The level of tech awareness was pretty low throughout the Onion. Technology, for the most part, was so user-friendly that any device could be scooped up and figured out in a matter of moments. Even complex vehicles like, for example, a transport ship, could be used by anyone without any specialized…
By David C. Daoust There were thirteen City Stations throughout the caravan of ark ships. During the ark age, each station held a royal family all its own. The head of each family was responsible for the community aboard their individual station. These royals were responsible for representing the people’s issues, to the people as…
By David C. Daoust Vincent had witnessed firsthand just how indestructible the body he currently inhabited was, having personally launched the small stunt-bot through the air, smashed it through brick walls, and pummeled it into the asphalt, all in an attempt to get the small bot to leave him be. Now it was his turn…
By David C. Daoust The room changed suddenly. ‘Changed’ was the only way Dakota could explain the difference. It was the same white lab she’d been working in for the past two days, the same white lab that matched every other lab she’d ever worked in, though when the men burst into the room, firing…
By David C. Daoust Colin and Craiden both had given up on the cell door. They had no choice but to sit and wait. Considering the men with the guns had left them in their wake, they were probably the safest people on the ship at the moment. Colin slumped back on one of the…
<<<< I ran really late this week! I felt there was a lot I had to cover if I wanted this done right! The image is still incoming, it will read : A Whole Lot of Nothing! Commissar Ivan. ty,DD >>>> By David C. Daoust Formed during the Crucible Riots, the labor unions that brought…