By David C. Daoust The Dragons of Taman were without names, even if minds such as theirs could grasp such a thing, they had no need. They were great metal constructs, with minds closer to animals than that of men, though a great wisdom was buried in their very beings, all thanks to their lives…
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…
By David C. Daoust ‘Dreadcurse Taman’, that was what Zhou had decided to rename the small hidden moon, once she’d gotten her mitts on it. She spent a good two hours coming up with that name. Someone had named it ‘Parable’. Pshht- she thought that was a stupid name for any moon. What was there…
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…
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…
By David C. Daoust Sims could not help but feel sorry for the man, Craiden,(he’d picked up his name on the evacuation of the Barracks Ship) not only had he and his soldiers been the ones to lock the man up on the Red Faction’s ship in the first place, they were also the ones…
<<<<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…
So, I’m pretty sure this is the first full week I have taken off from the site in the past two years. (Actually, I hit two years May 26!) Anyway I sat down with a couple ideas for this week’s piece, but I wound-up rereading the entire ‘aWLoN!’ project from page one! At about 5:30…
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…
By David C. Daoust Major stood gripping his assault rifle, back to the wall, as the bullet fire ricocheted from the far wall in front of him. The small group of invading ‘Seaguard agents’ had managed to make it back down to where they had locked up the strange man that had accompanied the Armored…
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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…
By David C. Daoust Craiden sat with his back against the wall. Colin was next to him and the two now unarmed soldiers sat on a bench on the other side of the cell. No one was happy with the situation, especially Craiden. He had lived his life completely free of any authority over him….
By David C. Daoust Colin felt the terrain change as the massive APC rolled through the gates and then directly up the ramp that led into the Barracks ship. He felt the momentum shift as they suddenly veered to the right and abruptly came to a halt. He could hear the gears crank and the…
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…
By David C. Daoust Craiden awoke in a heap; his head was still pounding, though far worse than it had when he awoke that morning. He found himself in the corner of the tipped Personnel Carrier. It was dark, he could hear others moving about outside, his right arm sore, and he thought he may…
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…
By David C. Daoust Mari felt the blood rush from her face as she witnessed the small girl suddenly engulfed in debris. She threw her sons weight off her shoulder and onto the dark haired stranger that had assisted her thus far. She heard the man grunt at the sudden shift, but she was far…
By David C. Daoust Craiden wasn’t sure what was wrong. He had been dealing with the infection for a while now. He’d never had this much trouble with it, even before he got on the regiment of meds. It seemed as though, as soon as he had his mouth clear, more mucus would bubble up…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
By David C. Daoust The Ark Age had come to a close. An age in which mankind had packed themselves away, along with the technology to recreate viable conditions on new planets and moons, for the long trip through the galaxy. A trip to a new sun, a younger sun, a sun that wasn’t threatening…