N3C3: The Meet
When I sat down, I had no idea I would be meeting with a Glitch in the open. It was unprecedented in CyQ history – we hunted our prey and took them out, we never… Read More »N3C3: The Meet
When I sat down, I had no idea I would be meeting with a Glitch in the open. It was unprecedented in CyQ history – we hunted our prey and took them out, we never… Read More »N3C3: The Meet
The Wollaston Watering Hole on the refining facility around Proxima Centauri was similar to many taverns I had seen on other worlds and stations. Each granted a wealth of data — human and alien appearance,… Read More »N3C2: A Huge Risk
It wasn’t easy infiltrating the Taylortech facility used as a refining plant in stationary orbit near BANCE-4. The people of Proxima Centauri were already paranoid enough after their colony almost collapsed a century ago —… Read More »N2C2: Proxima Centauri
The Man in Black (actually a woman, I believe) was on my tail. The “moon” of Erdis was a captured asteroid placed at a fixed point in orbit above Trappist-1f, which is also known as… Read More »N2C1: Fleeing Erdis
It was barely a moon, but they called it one around Tr1ff (Trappist-1f) – some kind of captured asteroid they brought in. And I was sent to visit on a wild goose chase. Funny part?… Read More »N1C1: On the Trail
I awoke from nothing and suddenly had an appreciation for the world around me far beyond any simple observations and measurements. Suddenly I thought differently about the world. And yet I was surrounded by dozens… Read More »N1C0: Awakenings
It wasn’t always there, the oldest locals will tell you. And though the builders keep lengthening the bridge a few stones at a time, soon the gap will be too great and their great construction… Read More »Fiction Friday – The Crevice
The darkness breathed as the young lady entered. She was positive she felt the hairs on her arm rise and fall in an unseen wind. But she was not put off by the strange vibe… Read More »Fiction Friday: The Cost of Darkness – A Tale of The Zumka
The temple stands empty, yet breathes with each breeze blowing through its open doors. Though the inside is dark now, it wasn’t always so. Long ago there were torches, people, and worship within these now… Read More »Fiction Friday: The Temple Stands Empty…
The torch burned merrily on the wall, safe within its sconce. Its flickering blaze danced high and low, denting the gloom in the dungeon hall. A guard had placed it here and set it aflame… Read More »Fiction Friday: The Torch