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A Whole Lot of Nothing! 48
By David C. Daoust Vincent awoke in a rather precarious, prone, position with a blond haired woman standing over him, her hands a little closer to his face than he would like. “Ah-HAH,” the woman said with a smile as she had just witnessed the bot spring back to life, “That was pretty tricky! ‘Looks…
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By David C. Daoust Dakota could only be surprised when she recognized the War Hero and ex-Royal, Mari Swan, unconscious on the stretcher the small group of medics had suddenly rushed into the med bay. While Dakota never truly enjoyed history, Mari had stood out amongst her studies as truly unique, even if she was…
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By David C. Daoust The human race had harnessed the purest, most robust, form of natural energy, not only in the use of solar power, but through the actualization of wormholes. The human race had power over these gateways for centuries. While the wormholes could handle energy transfer and speed communications to faster than light…
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By David C. Daoust “Can anyone even pretend to be surprised?” Dakota continued on her latest rant, in the latest lab she found herself working in, “I mean come on, of course the sand people attacked…” “Sand people?” one of the lab assistants asked, “Sounds like some crazy monsters in a sci-fi movie…” “Ha! yeah!”…
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By David C. Daoust Colin decided just to bite his tongue as the massive blue bot, which now housed the gabby little girl-bot, Margo, continued to slide the overturned Personnel Carrier around the lot. A lot which was once full of rubble and debris, though was now a flattened turf thanks to Margo’s futile attempts…
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By David C. Daoust Margo felt the impact all the way to her core. Truly, it was nothing to her, she’d already been wracked with far worse several times that day, though the humans that were also packed in the Armored Personnel Carrier when the mystery object struck the vehicle, were a different story. The…
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By David C. Daoust “You there,” the soldier questioned Colin, “you got a prosthetic heart?” “How could you possibly know that?” Colin asked shocked and immediately distrustful. The only way they could know that was with his personal files. Considering his personal files didn’t even know that he was on this moon, he couldn’t figure…
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So, this one came about by me sitting there thinking, “Man, i should have done an April Fools joke!” This was one idea, to have the characters look more realistic, rather than the three fingered loony-toons i normally draw for this strip. I think it also establishes how they relate to Bard Song which also shares…
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By David C. Daoust The surrounding havoc was like none other Colin had ever witnessed. He had just been released from lockup, when the news hit of the assault drones on the horizon. They returned his hand gun and shotgun upon being released, both confiscated by the Otomo security force long before he ever stole…
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By David C. Daoust “Well I think we got a minute…” Craiden muttered slumping in his seat. Mari heard her son’s muttering… She even felt bad for evading his questions, though still, she pretended to concentrate on the controls of the land speeder instead, as they rocketed towards the gates of Grady. Honestly, she wasn’t…
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By David C. Daoust Craiden awoke with a pounding headache. He’d learned a lot about his mother last night, the least of which was just how much she could drink. Craiden knew his mother had been a star-fighter long before she started her family and moved to Twin Crown, though the stories he heard growing…
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By David C. Daoust Colin was never one for sedentary situations. His mind had a tendency to wander, and rarely did it wander to anything pleasant. His fingers traced the scars under his shirt, like small craters across his otherwise smooth skin. He thought back to the day, the day he’d met that girl, so…
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