Written by: Amanda “I don’t mean to sound pessimistic,” Fnippith said, peering up at both her captain and lieutenant, “but it does seem like giving up our weapons was a bad call.” The strands of hair peeking out from her hood and lightly tapping against the side of her face were both an annoyance and […]
Written by: Amanda The lull in the debriefing left Silvalinus time to study his team. A political mission never guaranteed a peaceful one. Fnippith sat on the floor, adjusting the settings on her combat suit before switching to admiring the grenade launcher with a dozen new prototype mines from Farrah. Fnippith’s grin made Silvalinus certain […]
Written by: Amanda “This was not your mission, not your orders!” The raised voice echoes from the walls, a judgement from above in a chamber empty save for a lone table and the platform beside it. The Brokerage Board hovers like gnarled trees that have little function but to block the light. It leaves Silvalinus […]
After an unexpected hiatus, we’re back with more art. You know Murphy; you start planning some huge release and suddenly everything that you thought was chugging along fine is on fire–not blazing, mind you; little fires. Campfires, really. You still have to deal with them, however. The end result is a bunch of progress, feelings […]
Written by: Eevi Four days since the Hegemony had ordered its dropships to flee the planet, four days since these people—colonists, scientists, families—had been abandoned by their caretakers so far from home. His squad had done their best to corral the survivors of the initial containment breach, but they had been separated quickly be […]
Written by: Eevi “Look man, I told you not to bet on black again,” she chortled back at her anguished companion. He groaned once more, collecting the various coins and packs scattered about the bunker floor into a single pot. Renrue enjoyed practicing her English with Agent Parker—but, not as much as she enjoyed watching […]
Written by: Eevi Click. Click. Two shots, two targets down. The Otakke sniper’s hands felt the alchemical runes and carvings along the barrel of his weapon, checking for damage or flaws developing from use. He grunted in acknowledgement before firing once more. The kid had done well—he’d even managed to keep that infernal buzzing to […]
More on the Groves and the N.A.A. New art, and a new short story as well!
Groves, weird alchemy, and Fnippith! It’s a good week.
Don’t mess around with concussions, kids.