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 inspired by the agile form of a spider– as its eight legs and exoskeletal carapace…
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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, they never would have found themselves in power, had they not had supporters. The Viceroy…
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 that at the moment. They were currently lost in the desert. The lot of them…