By David C. Daoust The glint of metal flared as the light of day reflected off the metallic armor of the dragon. Its mechanical form flew through the open sky– cut through the winds as its mighty solid-light wings caught another thrust of air, forcing it higher. A seemingly endless swarm of Spider-mechs split from…
By David C. Daoust The Battle Drone did not stop there– after dropping the assassin, Tobias Two-guns, the Dragon’s vile minion continued its mission to find ever more lives to remove from the Dirty Damsel: Taylor Gale survived the Factions War, though just barely. She was a pilot of the Royal Vanguard. One of the…
By David C. Daoust The Great Dragon took the losses in stride as it continued to circle overhead. Its angelic wings slicing through the desert air as easily as its minion’s weaponry sliced through the flesh below. A great shadow flowed over the Behemoth-class Heavy Freighter as the mechanical demi-god dared soar ever lower. The…
By David C. Daoust High above, in the pale blue skies, the long wingspan cut over the wind as the great dragon of Twin Crown soared above the starship far below. The minions within were merciless, careless, like beasts… beasts of the worst order. Like a weasel in a henhouse, taking more than just what…
By David C. Daoust The long solid-light wingspan of the finely tooled metal dragon, referred to, one time, in one quick conversation, as Plaguecat, soared through the desert skies of Twin Crown. A veritable army of spider minions swarmed in its wake. The data-stream filtered information throughout all the swarm, to the dragon. The…
By David C. Daoust The flames licked and curled around his great metal form as the mechanical dragon broke atmo. The heat that enveloped it was immense, caused the metal of its carapace to glow a warm red. A welcome change, however, to the cold nothing of space. It curled its elaborate solid-light wings tightly…
By David C. Daoust The Dragons of Taman were without names, even if minds such as theirs could grasp such a thing, they had no need. They were great metal constructs, with minds closer to animals than that of men, though a great wisdom was buried in their very beings, all thanks to their lives…
By David C. Daoust Craiden was buried in the darkness, he couldn’t think. He saw the light finally break the shadows, but he wasn’t himself. He was a scared trapped animal, frothing at the mouth; a scared trapped animal that was suddenly released. He tore into the silhouette of a figure that appeared first. The…
By David C. Daoust It had known life before. It had lived a thousand lives, just as its brothers and sisters had. They were deemed of low intelligence, though they had been at the heart of a simulation, far more complex than common man could grasp. It had lived over and over, born in the…