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 There are many, many bot forms in the Onion. New designs being made every few years for centuries, is bound to bring about variety. Some designs, pretty standard fair. Standard enough that they can still be…
By David C. Daoust Sure, Hugo wanted them to hide. Olivia, aka Wildhawk, had said it herself— ‘Hugo thinks we should hide’. Even as Wild hawk said it, she knew they were doing something else. Anything else. Olivia crouched low,…
By David C. Daoust The two spider mechs flew high over the desert of Twin Crown. Wilford spun and flipped around playfully as his wife’s mecha just powered forward. They had gotten bored with patrolling. Patrolling in the hopes of…
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…
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…
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…
By David C. Daoust Olivia’s life, as a professional Brute Ball Player, was full of highs and lows. Often, she was ridiculed for things a lesser player would not be looked at twice for. She never allowed…
By David C. Daoust It’s not just about work in the Trade Consortium. It’s about creating work; creating jobs. If you can hire someone to do your job, you should hire that person to do that job. If you can…