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By David C. Daoust Craiden was buried in the darkness, he couldn’t think. He saw the light finally break the shadows, but he wasn’t himself. He was a scared trapped animal, frothing at the mouth; a scared trapped animal that was suddenly released. He tore into the silhouette of a figure that appeared first. The…
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By David C. Daoust Craiden’s left eye was sealed shut, his nose was broken, blood and sweat were blurring his vision. The throng of cheering men, of the crowd that surrounded the make shift ring he found himself within, was deafening. He felt no pain, but this was not a thing that registered in his…
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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 80
By David C. Daoust Despite an almost relentlessly bad day, Craiden was holding himself together. From waking up with a hangover, to not taking his meds, to having the APC he was in suddenly crushed by his own cohort Vincent… Then being dragged into the very belly of the ship of those he hated, just…
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<<<<Ug! You know, I swore I wouldn’t just casually throw out political jargon without being real clear about each piece, but then last week I was like blah, blah, comie, blah, blah, fascist…It came out in a jumble, lets see if I can straighten it out without making a bigger mess. (1.) Dakota called the…
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By David C. Daoust “Why are those even a thing?” Dakota suddenly exclaimed, completely oblivious to how anyone else felt on the matter. The four-armed metal snake monsters flickering charge, sent chills down her spine as the sound of their metallic bodies scraped and sparked across the metal floors of the Red Faction’s ship. The…
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By David C. Daoust Colin decided just to bite his tongue as the massive blue bot, which now housed the gabby little girl-bot, Margo, continued to slide the overturned Personnel Carrier around the lot. A lot which was once full of rubble and debris, though was now a flattened turf thanks to Margo’s futile attempts…
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By David C. Daoust “You there,” the soldier questioned Colin, “you got a prosthetic heart?” “How could you possibly know that?” Colin asked shocked and immediately distrustful. The only way they could know that was with his personal files. Considering his personal files didn’t even know that he was on this moon, he couldn’t figure…
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By David C. Daoust The surrounding havoc was like none other Colin had ever witnessed. He had just been released from lockup, when the news hit of the assault drones on the horizon. They returned his hand gun and shotgun upon being released, both confiscated by the Otomo security force long before he ever stole…
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By David C. Daoust “Well I think we got a minute…” Craiden muttered slumping in his seat. Mari heard her son’s muttering… She even felt bad for evading his questions, though still, she pretended to concentrate on the controls of the land speeder instead, as they rocketed towards the gates of Grady. Honestly, she wasn’t…
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By David C. Daoust Craiden awoke with a pounding headache. He’d learned a lot about his mother last night, the least of which was just how much she could drink. Craiden knew his mother had been a star-fighter long before she started her family and moved to Twin Crown, though the stories he heard growing…
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By David C. Daoust Forgetting all about his recent problems, all his woes and worries, including the sickness that currently plagued not only his lungs, but most of his remaining family and crew, and despite all the recent deaths, Craiden walked up the ramp with a hop in his step. Entering the Crawler’s hold, he…
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By David C. Daoust Craiden had walked these sands since he was a very young boy, he remembered very little of any kind of life before Twin Crown. Nothing beyond vague memories of being huddled in a corner of the starship, that brought the first wavers to their new home. First wavers intended to live…
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