"You can't stop the signal..."
Those were the words uttered so infamously six months ago. And while the sentiment may be true, Mr. Universe, or whatever his name is, forgot one crucial part, one facet of the human condition that makes it all grind to a halt. People are so gorram stupid.
The year is 2519. Six months post-signal, and no one knows what to believe anymore. While the illegal broadwave broadcast was quickly condemned, many see it as yet another sign that the Alliance is up to no good, and can't be trusted. Alliance infrastructure is beginning to crumble, and a second Unification War is brewing. As neighbor begins to distrust neighbor, Browncoats are being pulled out of the back of closets, and the upcoming Unification Day is becoming a tenser subject by the minute.
As the regular supply lines begin to degrade, the need for cargo haulers and smugglers is at an all-time high. Enter people like Clayton Stanton, a captain whose abilities and grace under pressure are only matched by his cold demeanor. In this hostile climate, it was people like him that got people what they wanted, no matter the cost. And it seems as though he's looking for a few extra crew.
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Margaret's driver looked at Kindra in the rearview mirror. "This is the location, Ma'am. Are you… are you sure?"
Never before had Kindra been anywhere near this part of Eavesdown Docks. Warehouses, stacked crates, and detritus. A far cry from where passengers boarded the cruise liners.
No would be the…
Clayton found himself sitting in front of the Cortex panel in his cabin, eyes glazed over. His brain felt fried with the sheer amount of chaos that had transpired recently. Crew forced on him, passengers trying to kill him, and that damn crest. It had taken all of his energy…
As the group in the dining area dispersed, Clayton gestured to Alden with a nod, beckoning him to follow. Without a further word, he made his way to the port stairs, descending quickly. Not looking behind him, he continued to the center of the second deck, descending another staircase into…
"An accomplished companion is knowledgeable about current events and able to discuss a wide range of topics," Kindra quoted to herself. She couldn't rightly recall when her lessons settled so comfortable in her mind as to become habit that needed no reminding.
Kindra reclined in the leisurely heat of lavender-scented…
Clayton, begrudgingly, decided to make his way towards the sickbay and infirmary. Despite the annoyance toward keeping someone who attempted to kill him alive, it could end up proving useful. She could share information about why she was aboard, or who she worked for. Or, at the very least, why…
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Posted on Thu Nov 28th, 2019 @ 12:40am by Chin Yee
As Chin took those dozen or so steps toward the warehouse door. The past few minutes seemed to flash through his mind.
The unknown man in red had stepped out of the warehouse. Somehow this man had drawn them all to this place. And this man knew him by name…
Posted on Mon Oct 14th, 2019 @ 3:48am by Ayla Seton
The eyes were cold, lifeless as they stared down at her. Nothing but soulless black pits that when paired with the wicked upturning of his and lips sent a shiver coursing through her slender frame. It started at the base of neck spreading downward, edging down her spine until it…
Posted on Mon Aug 12th, 2019 @ 7:28am by Ayla Seton
After showing the three passengers back to their little area of the ship, Ayla made her way back into the cargo bay and hefted her bag back up over her shoulder, the hat she'd used to hide her hair tumbling down to the floor. Scooping it up, she shoved it…