By David C. Daoust The hologram was extensive. In fact, it filled much of the lab. Intricate in detail, perfectly proportioned, every aspect seemed totally more important than the next. All of which told Colin Vice, (get ready for it) a whole lot of nothing! “What is this supposed to be?” Colin finally asked as…
By David C. Daoust Maile Purloin made short work of actually finding the server room; moving inconspicuously through buildings wasn’t noth’n she’d ever had problems with. Yet, factoring in the handy sign that read ‘Arachnoid server room’, pointing to the door… this was especially helpful at making it such short work. When she spotted the…
By David C. Daoust Maile Purloin didn’t know what the hell that was– two grown men acting like school children scared to speak their mind. She just hoped her guess was right and it really was her presence that was holding the gangly scientist from speaking. One hand on the wall to balance her,…
By David C. Daoust Theobald Gray himself, at long last. Colin Vice recognized the man immediately, despite having never met him before in his life. This was, of course, thanks to his investigation into the origins of the Battle Drones. -Thanks to that small media clipping of this very man, albeit much younger, standing…
By David C. Daoust New Runnymede was the planet ‘Aertholm’s’ only moon. This moon was famous for several reasons- it’s landless composition, only the first. This watery wonder was the single most important moon in the entire Onion. This was mainly thanks to its vast oceans; the Onion’s first great oceans throughout this fledgling…
By David C. Daoust Her stride was that of a woman on a stroll. Granted, it was a bit late at night for a stroll through the city, but she wasn’t exactly visiting the lower districts. This particular walk was across the higher fair, a long way away from the crime ridden slums she…
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, ‘You have been obliterated!’” she read aloud in a snarky voice, “Like I can’t see…
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 filled the bright blue sky as the dunes of sand stretched to the horizon. It…
By David C. Daoust Maile Purloin was known to the public as the writer of the ‘Domnic Expansion’, a series of books that were behind the popular television series of the same name. She spent most of her weekends making public appearances, book signings, and what not– all to promote a series of books,…