By David C. Daoust Harper came in fast, she let loose with a series of missiles that fired in quick succession from the upper portion of her spider. Meanwhile she was full-on drilling pulsar fire into targets directly in front…
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 ‘Just a lot on my mind, I guess,’ he said. And continued to say- in her brain- over and over again. Not like Harper didn’t have a lot on her mind as well. Ratchet was not…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet, Harper, Dicey, and Grace… along with a comatose bunny, were all piled into a hidden alcove above the engine. The steel oily smell invaded Ratchet’s nostrils. He’d always liked the smell. The girls, upon their…
By David C. Daoust Harper knew she did not need the turbo mode, not for such a short jaunt. She also knew that Ratchet would not know how to use it, which, ultimately, was the only reason she’d engaged it.…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet was finally back under a visor! It wasn’t the same one he had before, this one pinched a bit against his forehead. He was not about to gripe– someone was liable to use it…
By David C. Daoust The desert skies were filled with not only the current wave of attacking battle-drones, but also the small crew’s spider-mechas, which, confusingly enough, were the exact same machines. They rocketed through the skies, charging each…
By David C. Daoust Hamlin felt like he was left out, cut off from the Onion; from the Arkroy, from all his normal life. It all started with just an interest in protecting his family. The Ai known as…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet was at a loss. The problem with convincing people you’re not the right man for the job, is that they tend to think you’re not the right man for any job. This was another…
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 Mech, Mecha, and Drone— Each came in varying shapes and sizes. Drones, of course, were devices piloted from afar, with no occupants; either by humans or AI. Mechs, which were extremely rare and expensive, were piloted…
By David C. Daoust “…so, then there are those cute little Jerboa,” The small girl continued on with her list, little to no care if anyone was listening. She held her fingers only a couple inches apart as she described,…
By David C. Daoust The bridge of the old Rover was, normally, fairly spacious. That is, when the majority of the room was not being taken up by the sprawled-out form of a Battle Drone. The drone’s design, was clearly…
By David C. Daoust The Royal Alliance was much more than simply its Viceroys. More than, even, the Gangsters that infested the Narrows. Despite the seeming commonness of those against the Viceroy’s, the truth was they had supporters. Truth was,…
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 idea was sound, even if Ratchet wasn’t actually able to implement it himself. Since they could not seem to free the Crawler from the Drone that high-jacked it, then maybe they could just take control…
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 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 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 Ratchet’s arm took the brunt of the fall. Sliding across the floor was almost fun, if it wasn’t for the massive armored drone leg that abruptly stopped him. He could feel the bump form…
By David C. Daoust The sandcrawler was solidly built. Built to last, one might say. Harper found the terminal, her head just bounced off, especially built to last. Everything went black for a moment. The pain shot…
By David C. Daoust As the small group made their way through the Sand Crawlers corridors, Hamlin was a bit at odds at being ignored– his freaking head was on fire! Yet everyone’s attention seemed to be fixated on…
((So, last week, you may have noticed, my site was down. 🙁 It was a tense couple of days, but everything seems to be okay now. Apparently, my host server was down for ’emergency maintenance’, I never got the whole…
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…
I added a disclaimer at the bottom of the site, cuz well, narcissists are real! ty, DD By David C. Daoust Sheriff Montgomery Dunn, aka Monty, stood off to the side as the small holopad device he’d just finished setting…
By David C. Daoust Raymond wasn’t happy. The anger carried him full sail through the Starport. Word of his son’s arrest had reached him. Word of the ‘leaked footage’ that had been played for all of Grady to see, had…
By David C. Daoust It seemed the whole world was at the Starport. Considering how small the population of Twin Crown is, it was close to being true. Minus who? A stubborn minority that, unlike most First Wave, wanted nothing…
> By David C. Daoust Harper nodded with a grim solid lip as she paused to take in the sight of the towering wide wall of the Starport. She knew most of the moon’s population was in there. She also…
By David C. Daoust Ratchet was not surprised to learn of the reaction to the tiny toy bunny that Harper used to try and communicate with the new data-sphere. He grew up with a bot, Vincent. Quality ports were important…
By David C. Daoust For Harper, Grady was weird from day one, the adults especially. They were all neatly dressed, neatly groomed. There seemed to be four or five acceptable styles. They liked to cycle through these styles, like, with…
By David C. Daoust Genetic Alteration and ‘Upgrades’ had been around since before the Ark Age. The people of the Ark Age however, those barricaded within someone else’s reality, forced to march to the same drum, day in, day out,…
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 Grandpa Haul had never felt so focused as he did at that moment. Ratchet was clearly in trouble. He had witnessed him struggling in the debris but moments before the darkness enveloped them. The young mottled…
By David C. Daoust “There you are!” Ratchet cheerfully announced once his grandfather was within shouting distance. The anti-gravity boots carried the boy through the rubble smoothly, allowed him to hop and jump through debris as though he was sliding…
So, I think, what has always been clear in my mind, that maybe I failed to represent in ‘aWLoN!’ is that there really isn’t a two party system in the Onion. (Not including the Democratic Assembly, as the two, original,…
By David C. Daoust He was known to the rest of the family as ‘Charles the First’, a nickname given to him by his grandfather while he was still a newborn. Grandpa Haul had hoped to start a whole line…
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By David C. Daoust High in the skies of Twin Crown, the small speck of what was known as a Sky Screamer soared through the clouds. Piloting the small vehicle was a tall red headed teen by the name of…