Megla and Soren slowly walk toward the holodeck while chattering to each other about the various happenings around the Bloodbearer. Their heavy, reptilian claws clang against the metallic deckplates with every step they take, announcing their presence wherever they go. Occasionally, one or two Kessu will run past them and either wave or retract their…
Admiral Rodriguez strolls across the Bloodbearer’s flight deck, a faint smile on his face. Little Lele rides on his shoulders, piggyback-style, and points excitedly at a ship that’s just landed. "It’s grandpa and grandma!" José sets the kitten down as the bullet-shaped vessel begins to lower its entry ramp. Half a minute later, dozens of…
700 Lightyears away, aboard the Bloodbearer. Admiral José Rodriguez, now out of his wheelchair after a month of recuperation, stands inside an access tunnel deep within his ship’s bowels. No longer do his muscles appear gaunt and frail. While he has yet to ascend back to his former strength, he now possesses the body of…
One month later, in a star system 700 light-years from the Bloodbearer’s drifting shell. Inside a castle of stone and steel, built upon the edges of a vast and beautiful ocean world, a female Kraktol, ancient and wizened beyond her years, stands next to a giant glass window and gazes outside at the beautiful world…
"Great Precursor! We have come to assist you!" Two dozen Kessu trot toward Admiral Rodriguez’s wheelchair. Megla follows behind them, a look of irritation on her face. "Hey, don’t run in front of me! If I trip over your fat little bodies, I’m kicking all of you out of the damn airlock." "Hello, Megla," José…
Admiral José Rodriguez, the last living human in the galaxy, slowly rolls away from the Bloodbearer’s engine room in a wheelchair while contemplating his existence. The vessel’s dulled exosteel hallways don’t shine like they used to, nor do the distant sounds of people walking and talking reach his ears. Despite a hundred million years passing…
I open my eyes to a world of dancing spots and sparkles. My vision, blurry and scattered, makes it difficult for me to see anything more than a kaleidoscope of colors and patterns. After what feels like an eternity, my vision and hearing creep back into place, just in time to hear a familiar voice….
…………………………………. "Bllrr-frrbll! Order, gathered guests. Order!" Xis Excellency, Councilbeing Lorvon the Third, slaps a large grav-table with one of xis fifteen tendril-like appendages. The alien being, a creature lacking eyes but possessing an enhanced sense of smell, twitches xis sixteen face-proboscis erratically as xe blurbles out the order for the meeting to commence. All around…
…………………………………. "Bllrr-frrbll! Order, gathered guests. Order!" Xis Excellency, Councilbeing Lorvon the Third, slaps a large grav-table with one of xis fifteen tendril-like appendages. The alien being, a creature lacking eyes but possessing an enhanced sense of smell, twitches xis sixteen face-proboscis erratically as xe blurbles out the order for the meeting to commence. All around…
Phoebe Hiro, commander of the Tarus II Resistance, jumps out of the back of her APC as it screeches to a halt at the backlines of the Eastern Front. To the east, dozens and dozens of powerful tripod cannons stand with their three legs embedded into the dirt. Their long barrels fire artillery at the…
