By David C. Daoust The glint of metal flared as the light of day reflected off the metallic armor of the dragon. Its mechanical form flew through the open sky– cut through the winds as its mighty solid-light wings caught…
By David C. Daoust Elijah was spread thin, his attention on multiple situations at the same time. The core of his very being was within the ‘Neural Engram Speculum’, the spherical device more recently referred to as the ‘Brain Stealer’,…
By David C. Daoust Harper managed to make it to the fringe of the battle, apart from the swarm of Battle Drones that just gushed from the open hold. In fact, she was relying on keeping said swarm between her…
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 “I was not expecting company,” Elijah heard a calm voice speak from nowhere. “Nor had I ever expected to… so much as witness you… Elijah.” The presence was there before Elijah even suspected, though yet a…
By David C. Daoust Elijah’s full wave of Battle Drones ambushed what stragglers yet remained of the Dragon’s drone wave outside of the Dirty Damsel. It was pretty obvious that these drones had no real defensive ability. They were purely…
By David C. Daoust Ferguson was getting used to having the small solid-light being perched upon his dome. The fact the holo-bot, Hamlin, had never asked permission to ride around on top of him, and had just continued to do…
By David C. Daoust The discovery of the Ver’eesian race spread throughout human society like vines through an arboretum. It could not have come at a better time; The humans of the Ark Age had grown far too complacent to…
By David C. Daoust Margo was a little girl. This is how she saw herself; this is how she had coded herself to be. Bots have a hard time seeing themselves as anything but what they are… or, rather,…
By David C. Daoust The massive rover was on the move, rumbling through the desert dunes that made up the desolate environment of the small moon, Twin Crown. The russet plated vehicle was large enough to dwarf most common…
By David C. Daoust The desert skies were filled with not only the current wave of attacking battle-drones, but also the small crew’s spider-mechas, which, confusingly enough, were the exact same machines. They rocketed through the skies, charging each…
By David C. Daoust The world shifted. All the virtual world collapsed into a much tighter, much more compressed state. Any number of reasons could explain why. The most likely was that this instance of the game was simply…
By David C. Daoust The bridge of the old Rover was, normally, fairly spacious. That is, when the majority of the room was not being taken up by the sprawled-out form of a Battle Drone. The drone’s design, was clearly…
By David C. Daoust The Royal Alliance was much more than simply its Viceroys. More than, even, the Gangsters that infested the Narrows. Despite the seeming commonness of those against the Viceroy’s, the truth was they had supporters. Truth was,…
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 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 ‘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 Ratchet’s arm took the brunt of the fall. Sliding across the floor was almost fun, if it wasn’t for the massive armored drone leg that abruptly stopped him. He could feel the bump form…
By David C. Daoust The sandcrawler was solidly built. Built to last, one might say. Harper found the terminal, her head just bounced off, especially built to last. Everything went black for a moment. The pain shot…
By David C. Daoust As the small group made their way through the Sand Crawlers corridors, Hamlin was a bit at odds at being ignored– his freaking head was on fire! Yet everyone’s attention seemed to be fixated on…
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By David C. Daoust Hugo Lions was best known for his music. In fact, most of his life was one long tour of the Solar System. Album after album, he rocked the system like none other before, and many would…
By David C. Daoust Hamlin found himself plastered to the top of the ancient device known, most recently, as the ‘Brain Stealer’. They charged through the endless corridors of Twin Crown’s Starport, his solid light boots gripped the curvature of…