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 much of an actress; they were not amused and ordered her down immediately. She milked…
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 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 surrounding corridors– weapons’ fire blazing! Clearly in the hopes of clearing out any that lived…
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 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 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 that had come upon them. For surely had they known that this particular outcropping of…
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 liquid. Like magic really, is what Margo thought, mystified, as a plane formed under her,…
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 to get their skill level twice as high, in half of the amount of time….
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, once the woman had vanished and they sat perfectly still for a good fifteen minutes,…
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 her kid sister, Grace, not two floors below, within the very same Rover’s hold, Margo…
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 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 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 was not fully aware why Wilford was in such a hurry; there was no way…
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 runaway bot didn’t have all the information. From what she could tell, this guy was…
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, taken on a wild ride through the rubble of Grady, and then tearing out into…
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 was like a gaping wound, seeping worry into the rest of him. As always, Ratchet…
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 unnamed reclusive moon, a young woman who had always dreamed of becoming an actress and…
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. “We have so much in common!” “Yep, once my friend Colin shows up with my…
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 within the stolen form of the Mining-bot. Now, she was in… she didn’t know. Examining…
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, so she didn’t know, firsthand, what they’d left behind, though her mother would go on…
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 there. Clearly someone must have moved her… but who? Last she knew she was being…
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…
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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 history, Mari had stood out amongst her studies as truly unique, even if she was…
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 enough in her massive grip. It was actually the very first one she’d attacked. A…
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 of rubble and debris, though was now a flattened turf thanks to Margo’s futile attempts…
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 could hear others moving about outside, his right arm sore, and he thought he may…
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 his personal files didn’t even know that he was on this moon, he couldn’t figure…
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 thus far. She heard the man grunt at the sudden shift, but she was far…
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 off she went, plunging to the concrete below. It was a good thing she was…
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 for, you never knew when it was going to twist, you never knew who was…
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 was usually how it went, the one who was in the wrong got an ear…
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, other times, not so much. She assumed it was better than being treated as an…
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, that he was just an innocent bystander, a passerby, in the wrong place at the…
<<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 Crown. She fully expected to find an Otomo Corp lab on this moon, only to…
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 the way they had to clear out all quiet like, though it was in her…
<<<<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 not horribly confusing! 😛 ty, DD >>>> By David C. Daoust Colin had spent most…
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 role in the blockbuster ‘Galactic Assassin’, so stealth came fluently. Her parts in the film…
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 as this tragedy befell his little girl at the end of the movie, went on…
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 to get through their boring lives. Which gave rise to the entertainment industry; music, games,…