By David C. Daoust Harper managed to make it to the fringe of the battle, apart from the swarm of Battle Drones that just gushed from the open hold. In fact, she was relying on keeping said swarm between her and the Dirty Damsel’s starfighters, as they blasted through the drones ranks. The open sky…
By David C. Daoust Hugo yet sat on the bridge of the rover, where he was left after his interrogation. Where the old jinn had blurted out what information he could muster to appease the Captain of the Dirty Damsel. He was not actually left there alone. The captain had left a guard in his…
By David C. Daoust Ryland Mulch was from Callistopore. He was the youngest son of a powerful crime-family within the darker quarters of said city-station. As the youngest, he quickly found himself being cut out. Being pushed aside, being forced under. This was the norm for most of his life. Two of his brothers had…
Distractions, distractions… they are freaking great until it’s a post day! Like, for example, today. I got nothing. This might be confusing, considering I’ve been posting ‘a Whole Lot of Nothing!’ every week that I could for the past ten years! Zing! The plans are there but they got pushed back and back… so I’m…