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009: Tiphys
Leena’s shoulders shook as she watched her crewmate’s frantic panic. His head span around the room as he searched for the source of the voice. It was always fun to see someone meet Tiphys for the first time. A.I. had been heavily restricted since the artist riots of the mid twenty first century, and as…
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008: Welcome to the Otherworld
A tall skeletal man lay withering between the trunks of a dark twisted forest. Black brambles strangled the thick violet bark of an oak behind him. A pale flicker of light pushed through the mesh of spiny branches that tangled together into a canopy. It danced across the man’s face, revealing a distorted monstrous sight.
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008: Apollo’s Arrow
“We can’t fly through the middle of a comet storm!” He yelled, irritated that he had to explain that to someone that was supposed to be his superior. “I’ve plotted the closest possible course, far enough out to avoid any of the asteroids, but we should still get a spectacular view, if you like that…
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007: Daughter of Pan
Gentle music drifted across the wheat stubble. Katie froze. Her face drained. What was she hearing? Her eyes scanned the field around her. Goosebumps reared up all over her body. The panic welling up inside her was fighting with the soft comforting melody that surrounded her.
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007: The Mission
The Argo’s bridge was more impressive than its exterior, if that was possible. There were sensors an instruments that not even the top end battle cruisers had. Stasis controls, dark matter sensors, a Hermes drive. That wasn’t something you found on a ship this small. You generally needed a crew the size of a small…
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006: Lockjaw, the Beginning
A young, handsome, red-haired man awoke, and sat up in his wooden framed bed. Michael Ó Fiaich, son of a huntsman. Son of a hermit. Stood up on a pair of tired legs and stumbled his way across the room to his clothes. The early morning gave him no light. The sun had not yet…
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006: ESS Argo
The ESS Argo was not what André had expected. He had always envisioned serving on a battle cruiser, or at least a destroyer. The ship he stood in front of was barely worthy of being called a sloop.
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005: Nightmare Smile
Her heart knew the truth. Katie was anything but safe. She lay, helpless on the floor behind the two men. With every shaky step Mikhaela prayed that her feet would keep moving. She was her sisters only hope, and stupidity, stubbornness and dumb luck were all that was keeping her moving. There was no chance…
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005: Icarus
André sprinted forward. A roar echoing from him as he charged. Leena braced and smiled. Everyone underestimated her. She adjusted her stance. Twisted sideways and caught his arm as it flew past. Her leg came up to meet his shin, sending him careering to the floor. And let herself fall, knee first, onto his back.
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004: Wind and Wheat Stubble
Wind whipped past Mikhaela’s face as she cycled through the streets of Lower Billington. The cold air stung, adding more water to her already tear stained eyes. Her thin cotton pyjamas kept her as warm as an ice-cube in a freezer, but she didn’t care. Shivering through fury, fear, and the frost she pressed on.…