By David C. Daoust Suzanne Otomo was on a Holostage of her own- flipping through the available feeds. Each, thanks to the small camera built into her agents’ armor. Her agents rarely knew when, exactly, she was going to…
By David C. Daoust Suzanne Otomo moved swiftly through the many corridors that led from Dakota’s lab, all the way to the central command center of the Red Faction ship. It was methodically designed, unlike any ship she had…
By David C. Daoust Dakota had a pretty solid hunch that Suzanne was having a hard time comprehending what she was saying. Dakota, however, was not kidding when she told Suzanne she may actually be mad. Having someone there,…
By David C. Daoust Suzanne found herself back in the lab, back in one of those conversations. By ‘one of those’, she means a conversation that really only ever makes sense to Dakota. The good doctor had just spent…
By David C. Daoust Suzanne Otomo pushed her face down into the bunched-up pillow as she shifted her body around into a new position on the long mattress. She’d managed to secure herself the most comfortable mattress she could find.…
By David C. Daoust Dakota’s stomach rumbled. She’d been scouting through the city-station far longer than she had intended, found herself regretting that she told Vincent she’d eat later. She could be munching on something right then and there– if…
By David C. Daoust It was as though the molecules suddenly flared, pulsing with an unknown eerie light; Kind of a pea green, if Dakota had to guess. The surrounding negative space- a dull purple. Sparking green lightning shot throughout…
By David C. Daoust “…so, I’m happy you feel like talking, Dakota,” Suzanne began sharply, partially to try and snap Dakota back into reality, partially at the sheer frustration of listening to nonsense for the past half hour, “but how…
By David C. Daoust She sat in the rafters, above the mess below. She was crouched in the shadows; the pit in her stomach, that grumbled her hunger, could only be matched by the void in her chest. The void…
By David C. Daoust Suzanne was surrounded by the open void of space, at least, that’s how it appeared. She was in reality standing on her holostage as a series of red fighters bombed her ships shields; the small controller…
By David C. Daoust Suzanne had begun her exercise regiment when she was very young. Younger even than her peers, that she would eventually train with. At least that’s what her father claimed. He joked often how many times she…
By David C. Daoust Dakota could tell as soon as Suzanne entered the small cluster of rooms, that made up Dakota’s chambers, that it was the actual woman and not her holographic projection that Dakota had become accustomed to witnessing…
By David C. Daoust Despite an almost relentlessly bad day, Craiden was holding himself together. From waking up with a hangover, to not taking his meds, to having the APC he was in suddenly crushed by his own cohort Vincent.…
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By David C. Daoust One of the first things the Ark Ships manipulated, when they seized control of humanity, was humanities need to separate and divide. Humans divided themselves into families, into communities, into nations, and ultimately, into separate races.…
By David C. Daoust Suzanne was in two places at once, one was the small holo-stage in the back of the room, which depicted the white lab her agents on the barracks ship had taken but moments before, and the…
By David C. Daoust Suzanne sat perfectly still, eyes squeezed shut, her brow furrowed as her fingers pinched the arch of her nose. She sat behind her desk, having just finished yet another conference with whatever random executive she had…
By David C. Daoust The Ark Age was remembered in a far greater light than what was the reality of the time. Looking back, the people of the Second Sun believed it was a time of harmony and peace, a…
By David C. Daoust Vincent had witnessed firsthand just how indestructible the body he currently inhabited was, having personally launched the small stunt-bot through the air, smashed it through brick walls, and pummeled it into the asphalt, all in an…
By David C. Daoust The room changed suddenly. ‘Changed’ was the only way Dakota could explain the difference. It was the same white lab she’d been working in for the past two days, the same white lab that matched every…
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,…