By David C. Daoust Alfred’s investigation into the enigmatic Corridor Crews had come to a head, figuratively. His search for ‘who’- had led him to those at the very top; to find their leaders, their ‘bosses’. Often those in charge of these ‘Corridor Crews’ were operating from within the ‘Stockades’. This brought him low, literally,…
By David C. Daoust The Planet, Delphine. The highest structure built throughout the surrounding base-city of the domes, was known as the ‘Central Cathedral’. It represented the Arks ‘house’. The Arkroy were all welcome to visit. To view past records and histories, with the Ark’s themselves there to explain what they were looking at; to…
By David C. Daoust Zhou lowered herself down into the small pod her men had taken to calling a ‘Jacker’. The vehicle was called this for the simple fact, that it was used primarily for high jacking ships. Maybe not the cleverest of names, but she’d never considered her men to be clever. Once she…
By David C. Daoust Sweet Honey Zhou entered the ship’s bridge with a flourish, the sharp heel of her thigh-high boots clacked strongly against the grated flooring of the Swiftblade-class Starship, known as ‘the Black Bruise’. The urgency could be felt in her posture and the grim look on her face, enough to keep the…
By David C. Daoust ‘Dreadcurse Taman’, that was what Zhou had decided to rename the small hidden moon, once she’d gotten her mitts on it. She spent a good two hours coming up with that name. Someone had named it ‘Parable’. Pshht- she thought that was a stupid name for any moon. What was there…
By David C. Daoust Craiden’s left eye was sealed shut, his nose was broken, blood and sweat were blurring his vision. The throng of cheering men, of the crowd that surrounded the make shift ring he found himself within, was deafening. He felt no pain, but this was not a thing that registered in his…
By David C. Daoust The Hub was far more complete than most average users could ever guess. At its core was a program engine that recreated entire worlds, not just the visible illusions people enjoyed in their time within a holo-park. They were fully actuated simulations of old worlds and planets. From molten iron cores,…
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… Then being dragged into the very belly of the ship of those he hated, just…