I recognized Nest Prime now, with the aid of Omoi and my own memories, as being an old Bank headquarters. Strung up with ivy and covered in blooming plants, it was giving back far more to the environment than the builders had ever dreamed of. The skyrise slipped inside of it and out the other … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 4)
Gunshots in the distance. Omoi pinged their location on a basic guess rendering of the surrounding city, combining my own memory with her brief scans and images of the area (taken from my eyes). Jay stopped cold and paused, flicking his gaze around. He pointed at the same time I did. “Rifle fire,” he muttered … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 3)
The sun was strange overhead. After years of seeing it through choking smog and grey mornings, it was unnatural in a proper shade of blinding white. The bird-man hopped down next to me, bobbing down on his nimble clawed feet. “And we shouldn’t stick around this place for long. The fey are drifting through, looking … Read moreA Court For Crows (Part 2)
The last thing I saw was the last thing most people saw, if you think about it from a round enough point of view. Missile launch detected. Sure, other people saw other things after the alarms went off. Waves of fire. Atomic ash, spreading harsh and wide from the horizon. Waves of it, cascading wildly, … Read more[WP] You wake up in a destroyed underground lab after 5,000 years of cryogenic stasis. When you reach the surface, you find that the race that replaced humans views you as a hyperintelligent and highly dangerous Eldritch Abomination.
At one point, there’d been a ladder bolted into the wall of the trapdoor. I caught a flash of broken holds, torn screws, and wrenched metal as I fell. The explosion pushed the trapdoor firmly back into place, knocking it over with a resounding crash. Colton gasped, but I didn’t hear any bones breaking, so … Read moreGale Rising (Part 56)
The interior looked less like anything official and more like a hunting lounge. Trinkets and niceties covered the opening, half decayed preserved hunting trophies, deer, alligator, and propaganda posters covering every available surface with all the schizophrenic intensity of someone who had been stranded there for years. Op-sec will keep you safe. Do not share … Read moreGale Rising (Part 55)
The smoke hadn’t cleared from the remnants of the camp, but Colton dashed towards it. Stunned silence. There were so many things I wanted to say to him, all at once, most of them just asking how stupid he could be. Then it hit me that he’d seen what the camp looked like, so had … Read moreGale Rising (Part 54)
According to US Navy tradition, submarines that have not been confirmed to be destroyed, are still on patrol. Since WWII, there have been 52 submarines that haven’t yet returned to port, yet to report in, nor have been confirmed to be destroyed. You are one of those, on the eternal patrol. The mess hall was … Read more[WP] According to US Navy tradition, submarines that have not been confirmed to be destroyed, are still on patrol. Since WWII, there have been 52 submarines that haven’t yet returned to port, yet to report in, nor have been confirmed to be destroyed. You are one of those, on the eternal patrol.
Colton’s boots on the ground let out an awful noise with each step until I slid after him, muffling the sound with my grip on the air. He was right. He’d never make it without me. But he was certainly extorting me to get there. I stayed behind him, cautiously looking around. Just like before, … Read moreGale Rising (Part 53)
We mocked them, laughed at them, but when the apocalypse came they were the most prepared. Welcome, to Redneck earth. She had family back in Kentucky. She had rarely thought about them past when she graduated from her bachelor’s over at UK, then rose an assistantship as far away from backwater Kentucky as any one … Read more[WP] We mocked them, laughed at them, but when the apocalypse came they were the most prepared. Welcome, to Redneck earth.