A deathly silence falls over José and his companions. The legendary, ancient Terran walks at the front, while Megla stays at the back. The shield protecting her body illuminates their rear, while José’s glowing skin does the same for the path ahead. Between them, the two Kessu walk side by side, their tiny bodies protected…
The party of four rescuers descends into the depths of the mountain. José leads the way, his nine-foot-tall body towering above all the others around him. Megla falls into stride on his right, while Baaru walks on his left, with Lele sandwiched between them. The darkness of the cave swallows them within minutes, making the…
Admiral José Rodriguez leans back comfortably in the Slipstream’s captain’s chair. In the first officer’s position beside him, Megla also relaxes, her thick crocodilian tail wedged through a hole in the chair’s rear. Evidently, Nyoor’s people cut out holes in the chairs so their Patriarch and new arrivals could sit more comfortably when the need…
Ose and I hover some two hundred feet above Tarus II’s surface, like hot air balloons tethered to the ground below. The night-time gloom only serves to make our glowing, ethereal bodies stand out even more from the blackness surrounding us. However, the fact only a few beings on Tarus II can even see us…
Mind, body, and soul. These are the three components that make up a living body; a being with intelligence, self-awareness, and the ability to contemplate their existence. And as of now, I am only two of those things: A soul with the will of a mind guiding it. The universe flashes past me as I…
Tarus II, the Eastern Front. Zamiel, the older but shorter of the Battle Brothers, raises his fists and grits his teeth. His opponent, Kar, the Sphinx, casually strolls toward him with a huge smile on his gator-face. Behind Kar, the Wordsmith stands casually, his arms crossed and a relaxed expression on his face. The Wordsmith…
Mara, the Baron of Games, motions with her hands to ‘draw’ a magical Tarot card out of thin air by flourishing her fingers. Her electricity-imbued wolf rampages before her, frying the nanites off every troopers’ body. Each time the wolf howls, multiple bolts of lightning fire from its mouth and arc off its tail to…
"Inspect. Locate. Teleport!" With three words, I determine the position of the nearest spaceship, scout out its interior, and warp my body to an empty spot inside. I arrive within the spotless confines of the Volgrim vessel. Its purple-colored walls gleam with an alien vibe I’ve never witnessed in all my years. Strange inky-black orbs…
Aboard the UTC Bloodbearer, inside the main Bridge. José Rodriguez, the last Terran, a Precursor from 100,000,000 years in the past, stands silently with his hands behind his back. He gazes through the armored windows on the Bridge at the motionless stars outside. All around him, more than a hundred holographic crew created by the…
José Rodriguez stands inside a holographic observation booth, keeping himself hidden from Megla and Soren. The Holodeck envelops him with presence-shielding illusions, making him disappear from both women’s line of sight. Not that it matters. The two Kraktol keep their focus on battling the Gate Troll for the sixth time in a row. With their…
