By David C. Daoust Dakota had gone her whole life without a clear picture of the Artificial Intelligence involved with the construction of the Onion. She knew about it, she knew it existed, she did not know the extent of its reach- or really that it held a consciousness. Even with the knowledge, now,…
By David C. Daoust Major was finally coming to terms with this strange new reality. Really, everyone was. Once the ‘Arklight Accord’ had been devised— all conflict, throughout the city-station, came to an end. The ‘true scions of Ergos’ had stopped the Wraiths from attacking, long enough, for the other parties involved to suss…
By David C. Daoust Dakota had a pretty solid hunch that Suzanne was having a hard time comprehending what she was saying. Dakota, however, was not kidding when she told Suzanne she may actually be mad. Having someone there, to bounce her ideas off, was as important to Dakota, as it was to Suzanne…
By David C. Daoust Major Sims had to assume that these children in space suits, really weren’t terribly experienced at locking people up. And really, he felt like this was a good thing. Said a lot about someone, whether or not they were good at stripping someone of their personal liberties. Generally, if they…
By David C. Daoust Major wasn’t going to lie– when he’d decided to just chuck it all, and grab some food, he had no idea just how many of these flying children there were. If he had to guess, make an estimation, that estimation would be- An army, there was an army. They were,…
By David C. Daoust Following ‘flying’ beings, through a multi-tiered city, was proving far more trying than Major could have guessed. In point of fact, he had lost the Wraiths almost immediately. All he was going by now, was the general direction they were headed before they’d vanished from sight. All he could do was…
By David C. Daoust The city-stations of the Onion were teeming with life. Skyscrapers reigned paramount above, wrapped in walkways that varied from level to level, connecting bridges from structure to structure, like a great cubic grid that faded off in the distance; lost in a haze of atmospheric distortion. Every walkway packed with people,…
By David C. Daoust Major could hardly see; his vision was blurred. He had just dropped to the ground, pain still coursed from his back. He felt grating beneath him which put him in mind of a catwalk stretched beneath him. He reached up, off to the side, groped in search of something to lift…
By David C. Daoust Dakota watched the monitors in disbelief, Consortium troopers were running every which way. She watched as dozens of Starfighters launched into the black abyss in answer to the Reds astral assault. She planted a hand to her forehead, a hand that then dropped down to her gaping mouth, as the Red…
By David C. Daoust Dakota had pulled the panicked boy out of the oversized spacesuit. He was remarkably light. She bounced him around a bit and patted his back ‘til he calmed down. She told him he would be okay, or at least that’s what she tried to tell him. The language was easier to…
By David C. Daoust Dakota Sun found herself back in her natural environment- the stark white walls of the lab. Dakota could not help but imagine these rooms were all made on the same assembly line somewhere in the Onion. All to be shipped out to random places she may visit. This was an idea…
By David C. Daoust Vincent was an old Bot at this point in his life. He had experienced life in a lot of different ways. His early years, in the virtual world known as the Hub, where he first awoke in a paradise, was a time long lost to him; as a childhood is lost…
By David C. Daoust Sims could not help but feel sorry for the man, Craiden,(he’d picked up his name on the evacuation of the Barracks Ship) not only had he and his soldiers been the ones to lock the man up on the Red Faction’s ship in the first place, they were also the ones…
<<<<Ug! You know, I swore I wouldn’t just casually throw out political jargon without being real clear about each piece, but then last week I was like blah, blah, comie, blah, blah, fascist…It came out in a jumble, lets see if I can straighten it out without making a bigger mess. (1.) Dakota called the…
By David C. Daoust “Why are those even a thing?” Dakota suddenly exclaimed, completely oblivious to how anyone else felt on the matter. The four-armed metal snake monsters flickering charge, sent chills down her spine as the sound of their metallic bodies scraped and sparked across the metal floors of the Red Faction’s ship. The…
By David C. Daoust Major stood gripping his assault rifle, back to the wall, as the bullet fire ricocheted from the far wall in front of him. The small group of invading ‘Seaguard agents’ had managed to make it back down to where they had locked up the strange man that had accompanied the Armored…
By David C. Daoust ‘Serious Business. Everything is serious business in the Trade Consortium’. Major Sims never knew what the hell that meant. It was a thing his father said, so many times, that it echoed in his mind. Most notably, his father said it the day he was packed up and sent to a…
By David C. Daoust The Royal Alliance was formed in resistance to the Royal Vanguard’s unwillingness to allow the people to secede, to find their own ways of life throughout the Onion. To disperse from the Ark Ships, as they saw fit, to live the lives they wanted, not the lives the Royals of the…
By David C. Daoust Suzanne was in two places at once, one was the small holo-stage in the back of the room, which depicted the white lab her agents on the barracks ship had taken but moments before, and the other was the command center that oversaw all her operations throughout the Neo Vir’ees system….