By David C. Daoust Olivia had just managed to plug Wilford’s data-sphere into the oversized mining-bot, when the thugs had stumbled upon her. She was old. She decided to play dumb… the old ‘little-old lady’ routine! Unfortunately, she was not…
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 The cavernous cargo hold of the Dirty Damsel had never seen the level of chaos that now rocked its innards. Dozens of battle drones tore through– blasting anything with a pulse. Infiltrating further still into 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,…
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 Margo had slipped, almost fell– Just off balance enough to spill the immobile bunny from her arms. This of course was in reaction to the oversized creature they had come upon. Or rather the creature…
Had no internet connection last week! arg! Enjoy. ty, DD By David C. Daoust It started with just a flowing stream of light. Then a tunnel made of a shining reflective luminosity that eventually seemed to flood around like…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet, at the very least, found himself excused from the Splicer grind that had taken up so very much of his time but days before. This was largely thanks to the fact that Harper managed…
By David C. Daoust Harper Blue was up early, brushing her teeth like a good little gamer. After the night before’s crazy visitation from the rather cryptic glowing woman, the two sisters had called it a night. That is,…
By David C. Daoust At the very moment the small swarm of flowing lights were coalescing into a humanoid form, not only on the faraway space station, Iopa XIX, but also before the very eyes of Harper Blue and…
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…
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 The old man’s legs were much longer than Hamlin’s. The fiery little bot had to run just to keep up. He felt a bit foolish in his three foot frame. ‘Might even gripe, if he…
By David C. Daoust Margo had witnessed the strange exchange, as the two young sisters tried to convince someone in their game, that what he was doing in the Hub, was affecting them in the real world. The…
By David C. Daoust Margo was taken aback! She went from gleefully hovering through the cargo hold, finally able to move as intended; to suddenly having the giant vehicle of a roving home, she and the others were on,…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet was back within the hold of the Blue family Sand Crawler. The series of events that now made up his life weighed heavily into his very being- forming a pit. The pit in his chest…
By David C. Daoust ‘Fuck Yeah, I’m gunna Sing!’ was the name of Blue Sands Theatre House’s premier play on Twin Crown. It was a tale of a young ‘Desert Girl’ who lived the life of a nomad on an…
By David C. Daoust “I can’t believe you’re a little girl too!” Dicey’s muffled voice said from within Margo- The little girl still comfortably hanging out within the massive bucket that someone had decided to use to house Margo’s Data-Sphere.…
By David C. Daoust The lights came on. Margo found herself all alone, within, what she had to assume, was the exact same hold she had awoken in earlier. Of course that time, when she woke up, she was still…
By David C. Daoust Harper grew up a tomboy, flying through the skies on illegally modified vehicles just like all the First Wave youngsters. Like the rest, her family migrated from Royal Alliance City-Stations. Harper was not born yet,…
By David C. Daoust The lights came on. Or rather, she woke up. Better yet, she powered back up… Margo found herself within the confines of what appeared to be a cargo hold. She did not know how she got…
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…
For those who do not know who these characters are, their story starts here: A Whole Lot of Nothing! << First < Prev Next > Last >> aWLoN! prt.1 Black Noon aWLoN! prt.2 Swordbearer aWLoN! prt.3 Chalice Squire’s End Bard…
By David C. Daoust Dakota could only be surprised when she recognized the War Hero and ex-Royal, Mari Swan, unconscious on the stretcher the small group of medics had suddenly rushed into the med bay. While Dakota never truly enjoyed…
By David C. Daoust Margo wasn’t sure how she thought this was going to go, of the six or seven Battle Drones she tried to attack- she’d only managed to get hands on one of them. It broke apart easily…
By David C. Daoust Colin decided just to bite his tongue as the massive blue bot, which now housed the gabby little girl-bot, Margo, continued to slide the overturned Personnel Carrier around the lot. A lot which was once full…
By David C. Daoust Craiden awoke in a heap; his head was still pounding, though far worse than it had when he awoke that morning. He found himself in the corner of the tipped Personnel Carrier. It was dark, he…
By David C. Daoust “You there,” the soldier questioned Colin, “you got a prosthetic heart?” “How could you possibly know that?” Colin asked shocked and immediately distrustful. The only way they could know that was with his personal files. Considering…
By David C. Daoust Mari felt the blood rush from her face as she witnessed the small girl suddenly engulfed in debris. She threw her sons weight off her shoulder and onto the dark haired stranger that had assisted her…
By David C. Daoust Margo had lost her perch almost immediately upon seeing the dark swarm of battle drones on the horizon. She was so startled at the sight, her hand slipped from the ledge of the jail house and…
By David C. Daoust Margo felt she was pretty honest. She liked the truth; it was far more reliable than any lie. Not to mention, lies took up much more room- much, much, more. Every lie had to be accounted…
By David C. Daoust This was not the first time Suzanne and Dakota had gotten into a fight about something, nor was it the first time one of them had told the other what they really thought. In fact, this…
By David C. Daoust Margo was used to being ignored, she got used to it a long time ago. Despite the fact she wasn’t actually a twelve year old, she was often treated as such. Sometimes in a good way,…
By David C. Daoust Life was weird sometimes, Colin guessed as the private security clumped him in with the small blond and tiny bot. Colin tried to convince the large group of men that had taken them all into custody,…
<<Just a reminder, this is before Dakota’s broadcast! ty,DD>> By David C. Daoust Dakota didn’t really have a plan, not since she ditched her security detail on Dori 5 and hired a manned cargo ship to bring her to Twin…
By David C. Daoust Margo was equally surprised at what had just transpired as Colin clearly was, especially since they had just had the same thing happen to them, in their inn across town. Margo thought something was funny about…
<<<<So, I fully intended to come back to Colin with the Drone attack in full swing… but then I had an idea! So I’m putting it off ‘til everything is lined up. It may well be confusing, though I hope…
By David C. Daoust 7of7 Margo moved swiftly as she came in sight of the Starport. It was late at night, and such a small girl being out alone would call unwanted attention. Luckily, she had once played a supporting…
By David C. Daoust 6of7 It was Elma’s third movie, in which her character was sucked out of an air-lock, that Margo first experienced space in all its glory. The man that played their father, who looked on in horror…
By David C. Daoust 5of7 Not all of the vast solar system, known as the Onion, was shady smugglers ducking government soldiers on dusty belt moons. Much of the many worlds were made up of shiny happy people, just trying…