April 11th, 2123. It’s been about two years since the Volgrim destroyed Earth. Still, they have yet to return. Once upon a time, today would have been celebrated as an Easter Sunday, but that is not what humanity does anymore. We no longer hold holidays or celebrations, as those were part of the old world….
"Commander Hiro, glad to see you survived." The Bitch of Britannia fans herself onscreen because the ambient temperature in her ship seems to be a bit above normal. Probably some issue with the climate controls. That, or she’s having a hot flash, I’m not sure. "Beatrix. It’s been many years since we spoke. How are…
It doesn’t get any easier. I always think to myself that after hundreds of years of war and battle, the sight of mounds of bodies will finally stop disturbing me, but it doesn’t. There’s just a big difference between killing a planet full of people whom you can’t see die, and walking onto a fresh…
"Time to impact?" Nufaris directed the question to one of his scanning officers. The Executor lightly shifted a familiar memory manipulator from one hand to another, though he always took care to be gentle with it. It was, of course, the key to leading the Volgrim to a better future. "A minute to impact, though…
It’s so dark now. My suit has to activate night-vision mode just to see around me. The entire sky is black, with a small patch of grey to the east from a trickle of sunlight. My energy is gone now. The last container is in my hands, and I just absorbed it. Minutes. That’s all…
A blast of energy brighter than the sun shoots out of Refuge, so bright that I can’t bear to look directly at it. Shielding my eyes, I quickly look over at Sensei. "We have to stop it from hitting Earth!" I quickly realize somehow he’s put a hypersuit on and he’s looking directly at the…
"This is unreal. It’s bigger than the Moon." There are only three people on the bridge, and Amelia is the one speaking now. "Way bigger." "Look at the composition of the planet… it’s made entirely of metal." Sensei pulls up a scanning log and I raise an eyebrow. "Is that a fucking Death Star?" How…
"They’re tenacious." Nufaris thumbed his nose uneasily as he watched the battle unfolding. For over an hour, they had been trading blows and things were stalemating quickly. "We still can’t pierce their shields with the Ryden cannons, Executor Nufaris. Every time we hit them, the shields weaken momentarily, then surge back to full power. We’re…
January 6th, 2121. "Original. They’ll be here in ten seconds." The clone at the helm of the Mothership glances over at me and I nod back at him. "Are the planetary defensive matrices online?" He doesn’t even hesitate. "They are. Six seconds now." "Is the fleet’s exact arrival position pinpointed?" "Affirmative. Two seconds." I look…
It wasn’t that he was surprised by her sudden appearance, but that the angel before him was one with such a familiar face. Standing right beside her was a perfect human doppelganger, though he was doubting his eyes as to which one was the real one. "Marie… what is the meaning of this?" Satan stood…
