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 Hugo yet sat on the bridge of the rover, where he was left after his interrogation. Where the old jinn had blurted out what information he could muster to appease the Captain of the Dirty Damsel. He was not actually left there alone. The captain had left a guard in his…
By David C. Daoust Hugo did what he could to keep the children clear of the gruff men that now marched through the Rovers’ corridors. They were thugs, one and all, and they acted as though they owned the place. The Captain that led them, Dutch, actually scared the old Jinn. Hugo did what…
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 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 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 that at the moment. They were currently lost in the desert. The lot of them…
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 run and operated Starport. Starports, themselves, were common throughout all of the solar system. Each…
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 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 one hit after the next; tensions between the two civilizations, Sadie’s beating, and Ratchet’s arrest…
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…
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 It seemed the whole world was at the Starport. Considering how small the population of Twin Crown is, it was close to being true. Minus who? A stubborn minority that, unlike most First Wave, wanted nothing to do with Grady -smashed or no. And possibly those of Grady that were so…
By David C. Daoust Hugo’s roar was deafening, unlike anything he’d ever forced through his vocal cords. It had a steely piercing sound, like some massive movie monster climbing from the ocean to destroy some ancient city on some long lost world. The sky splitting roar got the attention of the group of men that…
By David C. Daoust Genetic Alteration and ‘Upgrades’ had been around since before the Ark Age. The people of the Ark Age however, those barricaded within someone else’s reality, forced to march to the same drum, day in, day out, with very little to look forward to beyond petitioning to start a family, which was…