By David C. Daoust Far and wide, the city-stations throughout the Onion were ruled by the Royal Alliance. Through most of recent history they existed as these ‘remnants of the past’- where those of the populous that simply did not wish change- held out for, well, not something more, so much as… more of…
By David C. Daoust Bernard Vice kept pace with the starship captain as her long stride made short work of the corridors through the bowels of the stolen freighter. One of many stolen freighters, that was quickly forming a fleet. A fleet Bernard dubbed, ‘the Unheard’. “Well, I wish I knew what to tell…
By David C. Daoust Just as all the Onion were not shady smugglers dodging hapless guards, it was not ALL shiny happy people trying to make it through their lives- in the dark, in the shadows, there were grim men, monsters, covered in blood and numb to their own actions. Men with no care…
By David C. Daoust Colin Vice moved like a shadow through the lower passageways of the old repurposed Crucible of Halfhul. One foot in front of the other, just, with the added intention of not being heard. Nor seen, really, but the lighting was sparse and far between. Not to mention these levels were…