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A young woman sat in a cold, sterile room, surrounded by corpses laid out on metal tables. One was an old woman who appeared to have died peacefully in her sleep. The other was a severely mutilated young man, his body bearing the wounds of battle.
Her bright green hair stood out against the...
Prologue: An Old Acquaintance
It was supposed to be death. She was, by all means and ends, lost. Yet something underneath the ground she lay upon called for her. As she watched the commander and her short-term comrades leave her to the unforgiving surface, something else came to her in her...
Prologue: Strange Mad Man
Marian opened her eyes. What she saw made her want to keep them open forever, due to how beautiful it was. The infinite depths of space spread around her. It was not cold as she had been taught, nor did radiation bite on her skin. Her body felt slow and sluggish for a...
Prologue: The End
"In twenty years, our planet will be destroyed. Everyone else is already gone. It's just us now." The resigned sound of a man in his early forties who had much to regret came through a small white box sitting on a white table in a huge hydroponic greenhouse.
A young man in a...
Threadmarks: Chapter 1.1 - One is All. All is One.
Everything was blurry.
I was-
We were-
Us-
Floating.
Strange.
The world was bright, like lights running through invisible tethers.
Who was I-
Who were we-
What ar-
ONE IS ALL.
ALL IS ONE.
Oh. Well.
That helped.
I/We/Us/Our felt something slip.
"Can you he-"
Silence.
For what...
Teaser:
Click. A door gently closed and someone stepped into a mostly quiet empty room
Thud. Thud. The sound of work boots being kicked off into a shoe mat broke the silence of a dark apartment.
Bzzzt.
The sound of a cheap ceiling light buzzing on was followed by a bright light washing over...
Prologue: Leaving the Past
Cold. Dark. Quiet.
It's so cold here.
It's so quiet at the end of all things. Frey, are you here with me? Or am I alone again?
I don't think I want to be alone.
I don't think I can be alone. Not after everything that's happened.
I have taken Lea's power, and her...
We sit for a while.
Twilight's ear flicks against my cheek, and I realize how close she's gotten—her side pressed warmly into mine, her mane brushing against my shoulder. I don't move away.
She notices.
She immediately leans further into me. She's gentle, careful, pretending to be...
Prologue: The Beginning of The End
There exists a myth in the Starlight Forest regarding the creation of the world and its Hero that will rise in the time of Greatest need. A hero who, against all adversity, stands face to face with the Great Darkness, with his friends at his side, and hope in...
Battletech – Like Fine Wine
Almedalen Landschaft
Visby
Hanseatic League
18 October 3088
Klemens leaned over the driver's seat and scanned the dashboard. With the flick of a switch, the Slipper ZX-series hoverwagon's sunroof slid open. A torrent of warm winds rushed after it, whipping...
Now, let's get ready to meet our Boston residents!
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*Taylor Hebert*
A white cloak emblazoned with a green chrysalis flourishes away to reveal a white straitjacket. It binds her, for insanity comes hand in hand with heroism.
Three restraints peel off for three trigger...
Fio'vre Ka'buto looked at the holo-displays with trepidation, as did the rest of his team. On it was a triumphant display of the T'au empire's technological might and ingenuity, as hundred of ships, taking care to emphasize the sleek and factory-fresh sheen of the T'au vessels from the humble...
Chapter One
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the desert sands turned to molten gold in the dying light. Elissa pushed the creaking stove door closed, a faint hiss escaping as the heat met the cool evening air. Inside, slices of roasted dustjackal meat sizzled—a rare treat for the night's...
Threadmarks: Prologue Chapter 0 - The Sword and the Once Tyrant’s Arrival
Fate/Knights of the
Heroic Throne
Disclaimer: This story is set in an alternate universe that diverges from established Star Wars lore. I’m not confident enough to follow Star Wars lore one-to-one, but I’ll do my best to respect both Legends and canon where possible. Some timelines and...
Location: Hyperspace
Vessel: Mastodon, Deep Recon Cruiser
Date: March 20 2728 — Standard Earth Calendar (SEC)
It was a ritual. A ritual I followed each and every time our deep space recon cruiser—Mastodon—was about to exit Hyperspace.
It didn't matter if the destination was green, yellow, or...
Emon never thought he'd ever qualify in the Space Force, so being in charge of carrier group was never not ironic. Commandeering a Jupiter class frigate was certainly an upgrade from driving hover-pods above the Olympus Mons skyway. This good feeling would most certainly end should he get...
There are many sounds in the haze.
Though now the sounds will stop so that the lights may return.
It has been four hours since her life ended. It is some seventy-two hours before her life should end, unbathed in the red solutions running through a mech's arteries.
Her body crushed in the...
Right, listen up, meatbags. The world didn't politely end with nukes or zombies. No, reality itself apparently rage-quit, slammed Alt-F4, and now we're living in the cosmic equivalent of a Windows ME crash dump, complete with physics errors, texture glitches spawning monsters made of dial-up...