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 another thrust of air, forcing it higher. A seemingly endless swarm of Spider-mechs split from…
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’, which is a pretty apt name considering it’s an ark device that was able to…
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 and the Dirty Damsel’s starfighters, as they blasted through the drones ranks. The open sky…
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 of her with her main guns… Their spider-drones seemed to be armed to the very…
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 person. This was not the case. The Limited Ark’s consciousness was spread throughout the group….
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 shadow. He was slightly surprised that it could sneak up on him at all. What…
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 offensive. Deadly to the nth degree, though ultimately, they were just waiting to be destroyed….
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 so since their escape from the First Wave saboteurs that had stolen the Ark-Device, was…
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 the realities of the sealed off and controlled environment that was their everyday lives. The…
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, what they wanted to be. Ultimately, this is because they could be anything. They must…
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 structures built on such moons. It was basically a ‘spaceship on wheels’, or tracks to…
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 other, long lines of pulsar fire split the enemy lines, missiles were unloaded in quick…
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 no longer needed. The surrounding rocky wasteland all seemed to flatten, and reorganize in a…
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 inspired by the agile form of a spider– as its eight legs and exoskeletal carapace…
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, they never would have found themselves in power, had they not had supporters. The Viceroy…
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 of the drone—and get the Sandcrawler moving that way. It made sense in his head,…
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 from the Ark-temple. How exactly did Noreen expect him to accomplish this in a three…
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 unknown. Ratchet, now, had a vague idea who was in control of the massive machine…
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 of text appeared with a brief description of what was going on within the indicated…
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 on his head as Mr. Lauren helped him to his feet. The old man was…
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 through her skull, and it took her another moment to get her bearings. She lay…
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 the ancient Ark Device Hamlin was standing on. The old couple especially. They almost appeared…
((So, last week, you may have noticed, my site was down. 🙁 It was a tense couple of days, but everything seems to be okay now. Apparently, my host server was down for ’emergency maintenance’, I never got the whole story. ty,DD )) By David C. Daoust Ratchet took the steps two at a…
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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 agree, like none other ever since- at least thus far. Despite the rigors and ever…
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 the device as his mitts clutched at the rather fortuitous rope wrapped around its center….