Last Line Tag Game!
Thank you kindly for the Tags, @caxycreations and @the-octic-scribe ! Doing a hot-off-the-press excerpt from Steel Clad Coffins, which has taken disturbingly long considering how little I've actually written.
Major Hilda Goyan spent the drive back to her squadron’s assembly area in silence. Sergeant Klein, sitting at the wheels of the LUV-412 light utility vehicle, was happy enough to oblige. Both hussars had been on their feet for nearly three days straight, and it wasn’t hard to savour silence when you spent eight hours a day inside a screaming metal box.
Tagging @athenswrites @theprissythumbelina @hessdalen-globe @thatndginger @coffeexafterxmidnight @lividdreamz and anyone who'd like to partake!
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Did you all forget the elevator exists?
Episode 50 Part 12
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Have a Sun, Moon, and a StarrSpice!
I’ve been super busy with work and other stuff in my life so I haven’t had the time energy or motivation to really draw all that much, but with things settling down a bit I decided to stretch my drawing muscles and dive back in
And who better to do that with than sun and Moon? The most drawable boys ever
Very self indulgent but very much needed with the chaos in my life lately
It feels good to be back
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The Commonwealth Calls
An Excerpt: Steel Clad Coffins
Hey all! Wrote up a scene for SCC, and in a sense it's the one that started it all. Now in a very different form, of course, but I still liked it, at least as a one-shot first draft.
Major spoilers below, though, so proceed with caution.
Tagging @athenswrites @theprissythumbelina [I'll tell you that Goyan's here, but not in a way you'd probably be happy about] @hessdalen-globe @caxycreations @nerdexer @thatndginger @coffeexafterxmidnight
Bright light. Pitch black. Somewhere outside, a furious, throaty roar, and something was burning.
The thick smoke stung her awake, and Goyan opened her eyes, wet with more than just tears, and saw the pit of hell that her armtrack had become. Smoke filled the turret compartment, and down past her own feet she saw Kopp’s slumped form lying there, unmoving. Her mouth creaked opened without a sound, and trying to grab his shoulder she found she couldn’t even raise herself, her arm pinned against the turret wall by her own weight.
“Major…”
Goyan heard a voice, or thought she did, somewhere to her left and out of sight. A horse, crying voice, and suddenly a pair of hands on her left shoulder pulled her facing straight. She saw Cochise’s wide-eyed face stare into her, and gasped for air more to let him know she still breathed than to fill her lungs with the fumes. He stared for maybe another second, before his wits returned, and the corporal reached up to his hatch on the ‘ceiling’. With a final burst of effort he swung it out and open, and scrambled to find enough purchase to crawl out of the turret.
Though her legs felt as dead as wood, Goyan strained, and with a hiss of pain turned her head up to her own cupola. Its hatch was as tightly shut as she’d left it, but steeling herself she reached out with one hand, then the other, crawling up in her seat and dragging her legs all the way. Her hands tried to grapple with the hatch, but suddenly it swung open, and the sounds of battle raging beyond leaked into her world once again.
For a moment, she could see the stars, before a helmeted figure came into view. Not Cochise, but they reached with a hand down into the turret, shouting at her with words she couldn’t hear. She turned her head back down to Kopp, still face down at his gunner’s station, then took it.
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