By David C. Daoust Harper came in fast, she let loose with a series of missiles that fired in quick succession from the upper portion of her spider. Meanwhile she was full-on drilling pulsar fire into targets directly in front…
By David C. Daoust Elijah still had more than a half-dozen spider-drones under his control, each flew, in sync, through the cargo bay like a tightly unified squadron— might be impressive if they were each controlled by a different…
By David C. Daoust The cavernous cargo hold of the Dirty Damsel had never seen the level of chaos that now rocked its innards. Dozens of battle drones tore through– blasting anything with a pulse. Infiltrating further still into the…
By David C. Daoust Harper knew she did not need the turbo mode, not for such a short jaunt. She also knew that Ratchet would not know how to use it, which, ultimately, was the only reason she’d engaged it.…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet was finally back under a visor! It wasn’t the same one he had before, this one pinched a bit against his forehead. He was not about to gripe– someone was liable to use it…
By David C. Daoust It was not that Olivia did not hear the young girl’s instruction; it was just that the much older woman saw a better way. Granted, it put Olivia in a position that overextended her into…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet, at the very least, found himself excused from the Splicer grind that had taken up so very much of his time but days before. This was largely thanks to the fact that Harper managed…
By David C. Daoust Harper Blue was up early, brushing her teeth like a good little gamer. After the night before’s crazy visitation from the rather cryptic glowing woman, the two sisters had called it a night. That is,…
By David C. Daoust Mech, Mecha, and Drone— Each came in varying shapes and sizes. Drones, of course, were devices piloted from afar, with no occupants; either by humans or AI. Mechs, which were extremely rare and expensive, were piloted…
By David C. Daoust “…so, then there are those cute little Jerboa,” The small girl continued on with her list, little to no care if anyone was listening. She held her fingers only a couple inches apart as she described,…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet was grouchy. He was not happy to see Harper at the moment. –And– he was a bit too grouchy to care who cared. He felt he was a little too busy to deal with all…
By David C. Daoust The sands of Twin Crown- a veritable sea of burning hot granules that engulphed the moon in its entirety. Oasis were far and few between, the largest of which was the construction ground for the Ark…
By David C. Daoust The idea was sound, even if Ratchet wasn’t actually able to implement it himself. Since they could not seem to free the Crawler from the Drone that high-jacked it, then maybe they could just take control…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet had not seen hide nor hair of Craiden, Vincent, or his Aunt Mari. With all that had happened after the drone raid, no one had the chance to sit down and discuss it. It’s been…
By David C. Daoust The Sandcrawler was at a dead stop. Hamlin sighed. This meant his quest was at a dead stop as well. None of this was really what he’d imagined. He was supposed to pick up a woman…
By David C. Daoust It’s been a very confusing day for Ratchet Haul. A day full of chaos and worry, being dragged through the desert by a force unknown- at least, for most of the experience, it was a force…
By David C. Daoust Chance had been playing too long. He’d been sitting in that same chair for hours, doing nothing but gorging, smoking, and holding down a tiny ‘forward’ button. He really hadn’t realized this yet. All he…
By David C. Daoust “Wha…?”Maile wasn’t sure what just happened. Her Mecha was destroyed though. A timer was ticking down, with a little notice in the center of the screen, informing her the mecha had been ‘obliterated’. “Yeah thanks,…
By David C. Daoust “What the heck is the number for whoever I’m supposed to call about this?” Maile asked no one at all as she flew her Spidermecha around the massive rover beneath her. The swarm of mechas…
By David C. Daoust ‘Learn something new every day’, Hugo thought as he read through the scans that projected before his eyes. It was a holographic depiction of Harper’s skull, with small indicators highlighting what was wrong. Small squares…
By David C. Daoust The old man’s legs were much longer than Hamlin’s. The fiery little bot had to run just to keep up. He felt a bit foolish in his three foot frame. ‘Might even gripe, if he…
By David C. Daoust Margo had witnessed the strange exchange, as the two young sisters tried to convince someone in their game, that what he was doing in the Hub, was affecting them in the real world. The…
By David C. Daoust The smoke curled slowly from Chance’s mouth as he relaxed in his chair. After a moment he slowly evacuated the rest from his lungs. The long plume of thick smoke formed into a cloud over…
By David C. Daoust Margo was taken aback! She went from gleefully hovering through the cargo hold, finally able to move as intended; to suddenly having the giant vehicle of a roving home, she and the others were on,…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet was back within the hold of the Blue family Sand Crawler. The series of events that now made up his life weighed heavily into his very being- forming a pit. The pit in his chest…
By David C. Daoust ‘Fuck Yeah, I’m gunna Sing!’ was the name of Blue Sands Theatre House’s premier play on Twin Crown. It was a tale of a young ‘Desert Girl’ who lived the life of a nomad on an…
By David C. Daoust “I can’t believe you’re a little girl too!” Dicey’s muffled voice said from within Margo- The little girl still comfortably hanging out within the massive bucket that someone had decided to use to house Margo’s Data-Sphere.…