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To all my sci-fi friends and followers who have been so awesome to me this time while I was writing in college to pass time.... Thank you. I apologize I wasn’t as active. A lot has changed! Moved into a new apartment, got a new job, got married!!! Things are going well. But I still want to create great sci-fi stuff for you to enjoy!  So I started making an audio drama! Currently we have a trailer out! Soon episode 1 as well! If you liked my writing I hope you’ll like this as well! All the support is welcomed! 

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I’ve got something cooking : 3

I’ve got a good story cooking up! I don’t have a lot of time because of work, but it’s still coming! After all I said I was back didn’t I?

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Sweet Child Of Mine- One Shot

This is inspired by

@genderfluidpidgeon

​ and their post regarding panic attacks and ADHD as well as other mental issues with humans.

FINALLY: Do note from now on with my stories, I will specify whether or not it is a one shot, a main character following, possible warning regarding rating, as well as how many parts I THINK it might be. Enjoy!

p.s. There MAY be triggering junk in here, but outside of Tumblr I’m a bit of a grim-dark writer soooooo..... I’m not sure if this is ACTUALLY triggering stuff, I’m just thinking.

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                                             Concept

“Panic Attacks.” and other such mental issues seen in human kind, that may or may not be similar in alien species. For those wondering, yes I do experience those for certain reasons saved for another kind of story, so I will do my best to articulate the feelings however I can.

                                             Setting

Citadel Space, Western section.

Demographic: Highly Mixed Species, no majority is currently identifiable. Mostly citizens, merchants, and other personnel.

Galactic Location: Central Quadrant.

                                             Characters

Name: Sasha Armania

Nickname: “Scorch”

Species:  Human

Age: 29

Occupation: Ex-Combat Engineer Special Operations branch “Lucifer,” currently a handyman.

Name: Breka

Nickname: ---- Species: Vin’lek (Larger than dire wolf, equipped with fangs stronger than steel, a venom filled tail, acidic saliva, claws that can cut through most metal, barbed spines, and heightened senses.) Age: 12, avg life span lasting up to 34 years.

Occupation: Animal Companion

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Sasha had endured a long journey from her beginning of the end in regards to her military career. Severed limbs, scorched body, and nightmares that dared not let her sleep lest they lose their hold. But she was thankful for one thing, and that she was not alone in this struggle. Even as she rested her eyes here on the   amphibious Lorokian ship sent to save them from her previous crash landing, she felt something resonating deep down. It was a gnawing feeling like an itch just under the skull you can’t quite scratch out. The annoying and damnable hum of silence. Silence brought many things. Peace and quiet, sleep and a feeling of safety in these metal halls, but to people like Sasha it was a birth place for fear. 

Safety and silence meant you could finally hear everything rushing towards you as if a tidal wave of fear was slamming itself down upon your tiny boat in the ocean. A Leviathan ready to swallow you whole that you’d have to forcefully cut your way free from. Silence was fear. But she wasn’t alone. Her rate began to race, she began to sweat, and breathing became harder bit by bit yet she couldn’t stop it. Sitting safely on this bed starring out at space it was all so loud. Gunfire, explosions and by the Gods the screams were painfully loud. But like a fire in the night she couldn’t pull herself away from the whirlpool sucking her away. 

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FLASHBACK:

“We have to save them! They’re  our boys!” Shouted a man from afar as the sounds of bullets whizzing by and rapid breathes took over. “Captain!” He shouted again.

Sasha threw herself on the ground as the blaster fire came crashing towards them. The hard ground keeping her safe behind the defilade as she reached to grab their Captain laying opposite of them in cover. Though she nearly threw up as she turned the corpse over to find the face caved in with little remaining of their officer. “He’s dead!” She shouted back, grabbing her arm made of flesh as some shrapnel cut through it, leaving it to bleed.

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Breka laid by her side asleep, but sooner her ears perked up as she rose her head up to gaze at her friend. Sasha was stiff as a board, breathing becoming quicker as her eyes remained fixated on the window in front of her. This caused Breka to snap up and began nudging Sasha with her snout. Bumping into her and trying to put robotic arm around her. She even went as far as swallowing any access spit to begin licking her without hurting her dear friend with the acidic concoction. 

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FLASHBACK:

“We need to clear the bunker!” Shouted another human that threw himself near them. “Orders from Talon company command! They want Dragons on that thing now!”

“DO THEY WANT US TO DIE?!” The man from earlier that now lay by Sasha shouted. “Those are God damn G-36er’s! You don’t send Dragons in front of that!” 

“Orders are orders Monroe!” Sasha shouted as she began readying her built in flamethrower. “If we don’t stop it they’re gonna tear us apart and move to the filed hospital.”

“They’re gonna kill us! Fucking command,” Monroe growled before readying his own. 

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Breka hastily continued trying to bring Sasha back from the brink. The flashback causing her to begin mumbling things. Trying to say she was sorry, trying to whisper different orders. Breka began to nudge her with her massive paw, trying to gently bring her back and whimpering even louder.

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FLASHBACK:

They were rushing forward. A squad given cover fire was charging across a swampland set ablaze on some foreign world. Hopping through the bogs they continued, trying desperately to avoid the cannon fire. Yet one by one they continued to fall without any other noticing. Sasha was no exception as she made it first to the bunker and took cover. Monroe followed soon behind along with one other. “Burn you fucking bugs!” The squad mate of theirs cried out as he stepped forward to begin torching the place. He was barely able to light it for a moment before being torn apart by blaster fire. 

“Flankers!” Monroe shouted as he opened fire on a humanoid bug that had snuck up on them. 

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Breka began to bark, but was nothing but another noise to Sasha who had yet to even register that her flashback was not the real world. She was a prisoner of her own mind. 

“Don’t go, duck please,” She began to raise her voice as tears formed in her eyes.

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FLASHBACK:

Monroe turned around at the sound of gas and opened fire on more bug like enemies. He looked over his shoulder as the tank on his back was leaking and catching fire. “Oh fuck! Sasha! Sasha help!” Monroe cried out as Sasha rushed to help him get the straps off. Monroe’s cries to hurry were only drowned out by more and more bugs. Even as they were handled the tank on his bank was wheezing louder and louder before he looked up at her. “Fuck this fucking planet,” he grunted before turning to the bunker window and rushing to dive in. 

“Monroe!” Sasha cried out, lurching forward to grab him before a fiery explosion engulfed the place. 

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Sasha was ripped back to reality, and gasped for air before hugging herself and shaking violently. Her burns felt hot like the fires of hell as she realized she could no longer truly feel her limbs anymore. She was about to scream for help before a dry tongue covered nearly half her face repeatedly. She turned to see Breka rushing to find someway to calm her, and as always the sheer sight of a Vin’lek trying to comfort her began to bring her down bit by bit. The dry kisses from this animal, the nuzzles and unyielding love and care it gave her made her feel truly safe. For there were few that dared to quote “Fuck around with something that dangerous,” as travelers would say. 

Sasha gripped Breka’s fur, her chest hurting from the way she was breathing before. She held on so tight, but Breka merely wrapped her self in a crescent moon shape around Sasha’s back. Breka’s kind were solitary, but Breka in her mind would fight anything to keep her companion safe. 

“I’m sorry girl. . . I’m so sorry,” Sasha mumbled, only to sniff and cough a lung before hearing Breka whimper. Before feeling the Vin’lek lick her face once more. She stifled a laugh and held on tight, laying down into Breka’s warm fur before feeling overwhelmed with exhaustion. “I’m sorry. . . Monroe,” she mumbled before burying her face into Breka’s neck for comfort. 

It was a few more hours to the Citadel, and she’d knew she had just another long road ahead.

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HEY YOU! How’s it going? It was a pleasure to work on this arch of the short stories and I’ve finally graduated! 

Once again don’t forget, if you have any prompts you want me to work on just send me them, tag me in them, anything at all! I will put them in the que if I like em! 

All my stories are connected so never fear, old characters will always come back! Until next time, Fly safe fellow Explorer’s of the unknown.  

And thank you for your continued support! Be sure to share this around if you like it to help my blog grow ^w^

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GUESS WHOSE BACK : D

Me, my characters, and our stories. So be prepared! 

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Why I haven't Written in a bit.

Depression. That's pretty much the long and short. This is blog for my space stories and people to come have a good time soaring through the stars in their mind. But right now I've got nothing. And here's a little why. I mean I have something, the stories are there haha, but just like... It's my last few days of college, I got a job offer at blizzard (yes, the guys who made WoW and Overwatch and Diablo haha) but.... There's always balance. My parents are very adamant about "Fly or die," lifestyles, and I'm not allowed to move back home. Some garbo garbage is happening with my main friend group that's making us split and again after a few years of shouldering it I just can't be their therapist. Don't get me wrong I'm that friend, and they're genuinely nice people, but.... Hell its just some shit I don't mean to bother you wonderful and fellow space explorers with all this. Look the main point is the stories will keep coming, and your support in messages, likes or notes or whatever it's called, reblogs, comments and all of it. It means so much that some nice people like my stories ^.^ I haven't abandoned this place, my engines just need sometime to heat up is all. Thank you guys, gals, and every one in between, the ship will set sail again pretty soon I hope. Peace ^.^

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Soon

I'm alive, writing, struggling xD My book is done and book 2 is hitting halfway, I got let go from a job I hated, and I'm about to graduate. Times are a little rough but soo the stories will flow again!!! Thank you all for your support!

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Greetings Space Friends!

Today is now my birthday, so I can't put the finishing touches on the latest story just yet xD the missus is forcing me to relax and celebrate, but it's in the works and will be out soon!

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YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!!!

There have been so many good suggestions that I’m actually struggling to decide where I should start! There are some I can make epic and dark, gloriously comedic, or even heartwarmingly mundane and I just don’t know where to start XD I will pick soon and start again asap!!! 

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Warrants for Swing- One Shot

First of all big shout out to

@yugissisterdeath

​ for tagging me in a post where I can make a bunch of one shots for some fun writings :D and secondly ---->

This is inspired by 

@sarcasmandfoxes

​ and their post regarding several different human like quirks. Hope you all enjoy! 

FINALLY: Do note from now on with my stories, I will specify whether or not it is a one shot, a main character following, possible warning regarding rating, as well as how many parts I THINK it might be. Enjoy!

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                                              Concept

“The way we repair things with tape or glue or whatever. Especially when it could still be dangerous to use afterwards, like wires wrapped in tape instead of replacing them.”

                                              Setting 

Ryker Station, One of the largest Hives of Criminal Activity (Essentially a second Citadel, or Omega Station for my fellow Mass Effect fans).

Demographic: Mostly Dangerous Criminals and Spice Traders, species level are highly mixed.

Galactic Location: Outer Rim, Southern Quadrant.

                                              Characters

Name: Veccoth Re’zora

Nickname: ”Vec”

Species: Saurian, humanoid Lizard like being.

Age: 32

Occupation: Ex-Special Operations Counter-Terrorism Unit, Currently Detective

Name: Quinn Tethras Emrick

Nickname: ---- Species: Human Age: 32

Occupation: Ex-Black Ops Sargent Specializing in Wetwork, Currently Detective

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The music pounded away in a club filled with night owls of all different species, all out enjoying their evenings, some gambling and drinking, and others making their shady deals. Ryker Station was as it seemed, a place for criminals of all types to hide; From simple thugs and smugglers, to war profiteers, high stakes gamblers, and drug kingpins. Assassins and hackers galore, any criminal worth their salt would find refuge somewhere in the glowing casinos and hotels, or the grubby underbelly of the stations bowels.

It was here Vec and Quinn, our two Citadel Detectives, found themselves sitting at a table above the gambling den, watching over the suits and their cheers for the high rollers. “Ah the night life of casinos and strip clubs alike. The music is really what takes me back to when I was younger. All those bright lights, the electronic swing, the lower sections and the dark bass. Oh it takes me back Quinn.”

“Back to when you were smuggling guns and dope or?” Quinn leaned back in her chair, arms folded and keeping her sunglasses on. The glasses brightened a bit and showed her a HUD, scanning Vec who grinned at her comment. 

“Back when my scales were nice and bright.” He chuckled before also putting on a pair of sunglasses.

“CT’s really hit home with you,” Quinn smirked.

Vec shrugged and opened his mechanical arm, taking a look at it before resting it on the table, “I’m certainly quite the catch, ask any lady on the Citadel.”

“Templar Squad, please focus on your objective,” a digitized voice stated. A red woman with red hair literally on fire appeared on their left portion of their eye glass screen. An AI, frowning at them, “Target Objective: Wasp is moving to your sector. Krusheayle Lien. Here is his picture,” she brought up a picture on both of their lenses to show a human, Asian, and probably in his early 40′s. 

“We got it Ruby, just let me finish my cocktail real quick,” Vec smirked as he sipped on a bright clear liquid, topped with a festive little umbrella. From the front of the dance floor, their intended target entered the room with his entourage of four armed guards. He calmly walked around the dance floor, unaware of the hunters now stalking their prey. 

“Agent Vec, please use reason, you must begin pursuit now if you are to catch him.” Ruby frowned, arms behind her back as she insisted.

“For thousands of years my species were the king predators of our world, let me decide when it’s right to strike,” he downed the last of his drink, as the target passed under them and continued on his way to another door. 

“Agent Quinn?” Ruby inquired.

“Like now,” Vec chuckled before throwing the glass at the DJ. The cup shattered across his head, knocking him out cold as he face planted the DJ both, changing the music to something a bit more adrenaline inducing. 

“Section, move in,” Quinn ordered, as the agents witnessed their target suddenly turn and look panicked. From behind them, the doors opened and two Cageth aliens moved in, executing the guards with silenced weapons and grabbing the target, pulling him back through the doors. 

“Roger Agent Queen, target is secured, moving to extract.” a response came from their radio.

“When did they get there?” Ruby questioned with a frown. 

“Too many people on the floor, we called for back up. Vec get moving on the door.” Quinn pointed down the walkway they were on at a maintenance entrance.

“You got it,” he smirked before leaping to action. 

Upon getting to the door, Vec continued to try to get it open, but was becoming more frustrated as it wouldn’t budge. “Damn, security probably got a bead on us and is locking things down, it won’t open.” Vec growled.

“Hurry up,” Quinn nudged him along before seeing guards coming out of both doors. “Shit, Section we got bad guys inbound from your last location, respond, Over?”

“We are good, Agent Queen, moving to Extraction, enemies are right behind us but obstruction should be minimal.” The Cageth responded over the sound of blaster fire.

“Keep safe, Section.” She ordered before seeing the guards begin to point at them. “We don’t have time,” she brought her leg up and slammed it into the control panel for the door. 

“Hey what the hell are you doing?!” Vec shouted before the door slid open. “That was sheer luck.”

“Come on we’ll argue later.” she said before stepping through and hitting the emergency lock on the door. It swung shut, and they nodded before heading off through the tunnels. Soon the alarms along the station in their area began going off like crazy, alerting every guard and thug looking to earn some favor with the local Kingpins. “Come on move!” Quinn shouted as they both ran into one of the hanger bays where a ship waited for them. The Cageth from earlier waved their hands for them to hurry and board, before opening fire at guards turning the corner to make an attempt at stopping them.

“Up and Adam,” Vec yelled as he had hopped on and turned to give Quinn a hand. The ship was already off the ground and preparing to depart, and as Quinn loaded up she hearing the tearing of flesh rip through the hull of their transport. Their Cageth alley had been shot in the arm, tearing open a massive gash in his arm. 

The ship blasted away out of the hanger, Objective in the back and under guard as Quinn scrambled over to their injured comrade. “Shit, Medic!” 

“We have no medical supplies aboard this vessel, we will shortly aboard the cruiser.” one of the other Cageth replied.

“He won’t survive that long with this bleeding,” Quinn shook her head before digging around in her bag, “Fortunately for us I have a solution,” she finally pulled out a roll of Duct Tape. 

“What the hell? When did you start carrying that?” Vec looked at her with utter bewilderment.

“I always carry Duct Tape, it’s mother nature’s greatest bandage,” Quinn bit away at it and began wrapping it around the Cageth’s arm. 

“That is highly dangerous, when you tear it off he will bleed again,” One of the other Cageth cocked his head to the side, as confused as Vec.

“It’ll keep him from bleeding out till then, besides my old man showed me how to keep your car doors on tight with Duct tape and industrial glue.” She replied as she finished wrapping his arm. “There. . . You’ll live,” she nodded, proud of her work as the bleeding was stopped temporarily.

“Damn that’s.... Remind me never to go driving with you on our day’s off, unless it’s my ride.” Vec shook his head, “I always wondered what the hell was on your car door.”

“My car is fine,” she rolled her eyes. 

The ship continued to their large cruiser, loading up and shipping out before station security could come and pick a fight with them. What happened afterwards, is a story for another time. 

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HEY YOU! How’s it going? It was a pleasure to work on this arch of the short stories I’m doing this to pass time during my last year of university. Once again don’t forget, if you have any prompts you want me to work on just send me them, tag me in them, anything at all! I will put them in the que if I like em! All my stories are connected so never fear, old characters will always come back! Until next time, Fly safe fellow Explorer’s of the unknown.  

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I need more concepts!!!

I have such an urge to write another humans are weird post ;-; but I have nothing!!! Someone send aid please! If you have any concepts you want me to use comment or message them! I’m always looking for more stuff to write about! : D  Thanks again! 

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Bit of A Delay

Soooooooooooooooooooo I haven’t had time to do a lot of extra writing as I’ve been both working on my book and gaining more students in the real world XD I’m a voice acting teacher so that’s been keeping me a little busy.  Which just heads up, and shameless plugin, now that I’m finally back in my home studio I do offer lessons and shizzle at about 15-20$ an hour.  But back to the more important stuff! I am working on thinking of the next batch of stories : ) if you have any ideas fellow explorers of the cosmos, just message or comment them to me somewhere!  Fly safe, Deuces! 

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The Revenant’s Shield and Sword, Part 3

“When they burned my world. . . I looked up at the stars that night from the ship we lay imprisoned in. Shackled like a beast and gripping the hand of my beloved as we mourned our little one. . . They told us we were at fault for hiding insurgents, yet across our now ashen home laid the propaganda they fed us, the drink we so greedily swallowed. I served time and time again in doing the unthinkable for my people. For every great leader preaches what they do, for every organization preaches that they give justice, for every great person preaches they are moral and wise, yet they all have hands that do their dirty work. It’s easy, to watch as atrocities are committed and say they shouldn’t, yet I responded to them. I saved lives just as I took them, I built homes and tore them apart, I created a family and have sundered others. Throughout it I claimed to my old Gods that I was honor-bound, that I served with conviction and was a tool of justice and hope. Yet when I slept that night behind cell bars with my wife, when I looked out the glass at my stars leaving me . . . I felt cold. An illusion of a man stared back at me, but his eyes were that of a Demon seeing itself for the first time. My eyes watched the fires of the planet continue, and they have not stopped seeing that again every night. They burned my world. . . They burned my home. Now that our enemies are gone . . . I will simply travel.” -Journal entry Dated 2268, August 12th. Taken from Derrick Jormun Ishmael’s personal logs. Regarding the beginning of his transfer to Project Black Monarch.

Investigation status: ...... Pending.

Status of Witnesses: ....... Unknwon

Status of Criminal in question: ..... Deceased 

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Emma’s breathing was shallow, her armor breached as multiple bullet holes were showing themselves from her legs to her torso, and even a few on her arms. There she lay against a cave wall, surrounded by near total darkness. Derrick hastily caught his breath as he shifted through their supplies and attempted to patch her wounds. “I suppose,” he coughed before breaking out the medical kit, “That now is a bad time to say I was right?” 

Emma glared and gritted her teeth, “You . . . You shot Kyle you bastard.”

“Yes, yes, I shot Kyle, let’s ignore the fact he shot you and then shot me first. After of course the fact that he brutally killed his Monarch who tried to defend us. Silvia was such a beauty too, oh,” he looked off to the side and clicked his tongue in disappointment, “Such a terrible way to go.”He continued to tend to her wounds, getting the bullets out and stopping the bleeding. After an hour or so of work, she was finally stabilized, but in oh such terrible condition. “There we are, see? Good as new!” She glared at him. “Well.... New in the sense of it was only manhandled by a toddler with a machine gun.”

“You . . . Why do they want you?” She struggled to sit up and gasped for breathe, struggling still as he gave her his canteen. “Why,” she grumbled as she took the water. 

“Because of my dashing good looks and hidden vault of virgins and riches,” he waved his hand about as he spoke sarcastically.

“Answer me,” she growled, “Or I’ll put you in a shallow grave.”

“I stole something from Director Wolf.”

“What could be so important it was worth our lives?!” She growled louder. 

“Calm yourself. . . Speak any louder and they’ll surely find us. . . I stole everything. His plans for the future, his records of every bad deal, the war crimes he had us commit in our own personal lives before this program. I stole everything . . . With this,” he tapped his head. “Project Monarch . . . Surgically implanted AI into our heads. If anything, we are AI’s ourselves now, still ourselves. We were made to be the perfect killing think tank. The morality of man, mixed with the processing power of AI. It has it’s own little personality we were. . . Matched with you could say. We became one being, and were field tested here and anywhere else to slaughter, steal, and now assist our partnered Sentinels in their own wars. Who do you think he tested us on? Every other species. . . Everyone else. He tore our minds apart and forced us to fight. But if you don’t believe me,” he handed her helmet back to her, “See for yourself.”

Emma was distrustful, she spat at his feet before taking his helmet, “You’ve got nothing. . . You can try to prove your point,” he scoffed as she put her helmet back on. What transpired next took her breathe away. The Director and her Sargent, watching the torture of the candidates for Black Monarch. Forcing them to execute prisoners, forcing them to fight each other, forcing them to solve complex puzzles and algorithms or face more torture. Documents, security cam footage, everything was there. “What . . . What is this?” She stuttered as she saw the next file. Project Horsemen. 

“Project Horsemen. . . You Sentinels and us Monarchs would be forced to fight to the death, the last standing of us would further be twisted and made monsters. Monsters shackled in the mind and given no free will. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, his Apocalypse. It’s all there.” Derrick gestured as all was shown in her HUD. “It’s all there. . . If you don’t believe me then so be it. I’ll patch you up and head off on my own. They’ve no reason to think you’ve done anything than be taken my prisoner.” He shrugged. 

“This,” Emma took it all in. The experiments, the footage, the plans and written documents from the Director’s inner circle. Everything pointed towards the most vile of intentions. “This could cripple any diplomacy we have with any other race in the galaxy. The Venra alone would love to use this as an excuse to start yet another war.” She was stricken, utterly baffled at the sheer ferocity of these experiments. “I guess I see why other races fear us . . . We disregard even our own people by claiming it’s for our version of the greater good.” She blinked, still processing everything before something glowed on her HUD. “How did you get into Black Monarch?” She asked as her eyes caught sight of files named after all of the Monarchs and Sentinels. 

“The file says it all, I’m a walking document of how best to be branded a monster in the Terran Republic.” He folded his arms as he leaned back.

“So it’s true?”

“No. . . No,” he closed his eyes, the screams he had always heard softened for but a moment. “A long time ago I was a solider, an infiltrator if you will. I wanted to be an actor, but I got the calling. My people needed me, and I enlisted. Rose up through the ranks and the special units all over. Finally when I had returned for some much needed rest and connect with my beloved wife again . . . The Republic came in private military ships, and scorched my home world. They took the survivors hostage, but not before gunning down my little one.” There was age in his voice. As if a thousand years of pain had settled not hundreds of years past. Now it was only an echo. A memory. His eyes become foggy as his mind filled with the sound of children laughing, the warmth of his beloved near him as he remembered the feeling of holding her. “They took everything . . . I was so lost I simply wandered. Black Monarch gave me a chance to start over. When it was done I searched everywhere, only to discover she died in their torture solely to feed this research. My friends, my family, all but burned so they could make things like you and I, Emma.” He looked up at her. There was no mischief in his eyes. No lying, no tales spooling in his head like fine thread. There was only memory.

“All those people they had us kill during Operations . . . Terrorists . . . Smugglers, arms dealers, drug lords, rebels. . . They were just,” she felt sick to her stomach reading the reports. 

“Director Wolf’s rivals for his own arms dealings. The peace protesters who stood against him . . . Against the war. Everyone that stood in their way has burned by our hands.”

“You . . . You tried to warn us,” she stared down at her hand again. In her eyes there was so much blood. . . So much blood that she felt the weight of it crushing her lungs. She butchered innocents. Their screams were not that of traitors. . . They were people. Her mind became sickened. “What. . . What have I done?” She stuttered. 

Derrick went and sat next to her, reaching up to place a hand on her shoulder, “Hush . . . You’ve done nothing. You followed your path and went the wrong way, no matter how far your walk or run or crawl, it’s never too late to break off and make a new trail.” He gazed outside the cave mouth at the beautiful sky before them on this xeno-world. “My path branches towards killing Director Wolf, and letting my beloved rest easy. . . Then . . . Then I’m not sure.”

“I . . . I want to leave.” She stated as she gripped her head safely tucked in her helmet. “I don’t want to kill anymore . . . Please, help me.”

“Help? Ha,” he chuckled weakly, “No one in their right mind would dare try to stop you if they saw you. You can easily leave this world, steal our old comrade’s ship and go far, far, far away.”

“No, no more killing. . . Director Wolf did terrible things. . . But for now I don’t want to kill him . . . I want you to come with me . . . Help me do good in the galaxy. Help me, and I will help you.”

“Oh? Help me?” He raised his brow tiredly.

“I . . . I mean,” she sighed as she collected her thoughts, “Just . . . No more needless violence, please,” she shook her head in her hands, terrified of what she had done.

Derrick was about to speak, when something flicked in his head. ‘Your days as a killer are finally over?’ asked a sweet and warm voice. The smell of Mint filled the air as he saw the fiery red hair flash in his mind. He promised. He swore, that his days of going out of his way for bloodshed was over. No more gang violence as a teenager, no more executions as a soldier, no more assassinations of innocents as a Special Operations unit, no more needless killing. Only when needed, to protect people. He swore, swore to her when he came home, and swore to her as he held her corpse for three days and three nights. For once, he was unable to speak. Emma looked down towards him, as even sitting she was still much larger. “I,” he paused. The eyes of the Demon looked back at him through her reflective visor. They were eyes of hunger, they begged for more carnage, as it was all he knew. 

“Derrick?” Emma inquired curiously, as she was so use to his quick tongue.

Derrick sighed, “You . . . Reminded me of some words I need to follow. . . Very well. I cannot stop killing, but I can at least only kill when we need to protect ourselves or others. Agreed?”

Emma thought for a minute and nodded, “I guess that’s ok . . . But I don’t want to kill anymore. . . I can’t do it anymore,” she shook her head. 

“Good. . . Now when you hear the sound of gunfire and screaming get up and move down the mountain to that clearing below us.” Derrick smiled as he rose to his feet. 

“What now?” She shook her head and looked slightly up at him. 

“I’m gonna go steal their shuttle and get us the hell out of here.” He grinned. 

“Are you mad?! They’ll kill you!”

“I was an infiltrator remember? Best on the job, I can sneak by anyone and anything, but once I get moving they’ll open fire for sure. So be ready.” He grinned before heading off. 

“H-Hey! Wait!” Emma gripped her side painfully as it was still quite soar. “Damn it,” she grumbled. 

It was several hours, but soon the shuttle did come. They escaped, true to his word none of her squad had perished. Together Derrick and Emma went into hiding all across the galaxy, traveling and using their respective skills to earn a living. Derrick never knew if vengeance would come his way, but he thought that maybe his new promise was misplaced. Perhaps his ghosts were laying at rest, and he was the only one digging them back up. Who knows? Maybe Director Wolf would face justice at the end of a gun barrel. 

But that . . . Is a story for another time.  END --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HEY YOU! How’s it going? It was a pleasure to work on this arch of the short stories I’m doing this to pass time during my last year of university. Once again don’t forget, if you have any prompts you want me to work on just send me them, tag me in them, anything at all! I will put them in the que if I like em! All my stories are connected so never fear, old characters will always come back! Until next time, Fly safe fellow Explorer’s of the unknown. On an extra note, your comments, messages, and asks are always appreciated and read, plus almost always answered ^w^ thanks again!

[wo-the-wolf]

Space Stuff is Cool.

Hello space explorers!!! I'm working on the last portion of the newest story, which will be a big one, and also looking for the newest "humans are weird" thing to bring up. If you've suggestions, I'm all ears! This blog was never suppose to reach triple digits and still climb, I'm so appreciative of y'all, you've no idea! Your comments, messages, suggestions and more mean so much! Stay safe in the unknown, and also look to the stars. But now, my fellow insomniac and partner in crime is finally getting some much needed rest after a good few days of IRL shenanigans and life weirdness. So I'm typing this out before I put on a quiet movie to rest too, thank you all, you're the reason I wrote these fun little things. Remember, always feel free to message or comment anything. Be it character ideas, story ideas, things you wanna see, or just generally chat and throw salt. 😆😆😆 Have a good night, all of you and remember. Fly High, Search Far, and Dream Big.

[wo-the-wolf]

In the Works

Currently sitting here, finishing the last of my assignments and some work, thinking about the next and possible final piece of Derrick and Emma’s meeting. Ho boy it’s gonna be a doozy.  To be honest Not too sure what to do after that. I can always do more about the characters from before, but to be honest it’s all of you that write these stories. Your suggestions mean the world to my little blog here in the galaxy.  So if you have anymore never fear to send em in! I’m always looking for me X3 thank you! 

[wo-the-wolf]

The Revenant’s Shield and Sword, Part 2

Legends and Fables always have a center mass at which some truth lies. How we spin these tales over the ages can say a lot about our civilizations. But one thing crossed my mind at some point. A grand tale of cat and mouse, of lies and deceit, for as we all wear masks in public, those in darker corners of the world wear masks to decide the fates of millions. Sometimes when our masks are cracked, people see what we are truly capable of in the face of adversity. What if humans were the only ones that held hatred so strong, or love so deep; what if we were the only species to willingly butcher a hated foe? What if we were the only ones willing to even attempt defy our very natural laws? What if, what we called passion and loyalty, made us into monsters in the galaxy? Monsters that were feared for their dedication, and respected for the same? All characters have an origin story. This will tell the tale of their meeting. A pure heart turned sour and an honorable heart turned murderer deciding to make their own future, their own choices. But at what cost is it deemed too great? This is the meeting of Emma and Derrick. Enjoy! (Also prepare for a throwback to RvB, one of my favorite shows on the internet XD) ———————————————- A Response, to Director Veiz, head of the Overseer Committee, from the Director of Black Monarch and Project Sentinel. Dear Director, Our projects were made in that, of the preapproved notions by all manner of boards and dull committees, to be in the name of defense and freedom for that of the People hereof the Terran Republic. My resources, and where they come from, are of no concern as duly noted by the Chairman, so long as the defense of the Republic’s people, and therefore all manner of citizen under their just law, is adhered to. I hereby do state that there is absolutely nothing of which you have to receive from your requests.  Do note, Director, that we understand the incident that has transpired at Base 22-F, was that of a simple bubble in the security protocols we have. While Agent Derrick “King” and Private Emma Taures are currently MIA, we have our methods of which we will insure the capture and incarceration of our Agents. Do note the Committee for Military Investment has, in it’s own report, saw fit to claim we are within our very right to continue handling this matter as we see fit.  Director W. -Message from Director Wolf, to Director Paul Veiz, Regarding the whereabouts of Agent 01, Derrick J. Ishmael, and Private Emma Taures, and the operations known as Project Black Monarch and Project Sentinel,of which they were a part of respectively. Investigation 01, run by the committee for Terran Republic Galactic Security.  --------------------------------------------------------------------- The Fourth Day.  Derrick and Emma sat in the training room, covered in sweat and toweling off. The rest of the team seemed to be avoiding them, as the Sentinels were bonding well with the Monarchs of their teams. However Derrick and Emma were less than successful. Both set of eyes saw to the leader board the Director had set up, in order to track their project. There they sat, dead last and far beneath the rest.  “Hey’ it’s all good Emma, I’m sure you’ll get luckier, the guy just needs to chill,” Kyle patted her shoulder before wandering off with his Monarch partner in tow. “Chill indeed.” Emma grunted upon finishing re-equipping her armor, just as Derrick wandered towards her. Kyle pushed past Derrick, smirking as he shrugged and went along his way.  “Well . . . I do my best to be loved,”  Derrick shrugged. 

“Can you just fuck off and leave me be to pick up the pieces of what was supposed to be an advancement in my role as a soldier of the Terran Republic? For fucks sake, you’re supposed to be my Monarch, you have to follow my orders!” Emma stood towering above him, glaring down at Derrick. Despite her combat records, despite her efficiency, and the ease of the task that would be the killing of Derrick if needed, Derrick, aware of all of this, stood staring at her without fear nor tension. “Say something!” She growled at him.  Derrick looked back at the door, his eyes glowed for a brief moment, “We should go to the War Room.”

“We’re not done yet!” She reached forward for his throat before suddenly stopping. She struggled, and Derrick’s eyes seemed to glitch momentarily. “What the?” Emma struggled more before Derrick began walking. 

“Thanks for the head start,” Derrick smirked ever so slightly without looking back at her.  After he was long gone, she could suddenly move again, her armor felt finally out of whatever lock it was in, yet she herself had so many questions. “What the fuck was all that?” She grumbled before looking around in surprise. “Security shut down her armor maybe? Locked her in place?” She thought to herself. 

With no answer in mind, Emma finally trudged to the war room. Upon entering she saw the rest of them. Her team and their Monarchs. “Funny,” she thought quietly as she made her way to her seat. “They look more like servants, rather than some kind of royalty.” She sighed and took a seat near the middle right, Derrick at her side quietly watching the front of the war room.  Director Wolf, along with his assistant, stood at the front of the class. The Assistant stepped forward, “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name as most of you know, is Doctor Henrietta, I’ve called you all over for a very special meeting.” To those who would first hear her voice, look at her face, the good doctor with the snow colored hair sounded sweet and innocent. She seemed like someone that you could trust your secrets with, your problems, everything. To those among the Monarch Program, the Good Doctor was to be feared. Her icy blue eyes were void of light, but her smile was so genuine it sent shivers down even Derrick’s spine.  “Why were we called?” Asked one of the other agents. He was a young yet gruff looking man with blood colored eyes, heavily scarred and grim looking. The doctor kept her smile and nodded, “Why for a briefing of course. . . As you all know, eventually you will be sent on missions for the betterment of the Terran Republic. Until then, it falls upon me to regulate your vitals and mental status. I send you to dangerous places, you complete objectives, missions, etc, and ultimately work together, Sentinel and Monarch. Once you achieve a certain level of experience, you are to be shipped back out to the regular military, and better serve your people and all her colonies. Tomorrow you will be sent to a secret facility controlled by a rogue group of Oba’shen and humans. They’ve occupied an independent medical station that was conducting vital research for your. . . Enhancements,” she grinned, “You will be going here.” 

The Doctor tapped away at her data-pad, then a large cylindrical like structure appeared before them all. “It’s a pretty big station,” stated one of the Sentinels.

“Very observant,” Doctor Henrietta smiled, clearly being sarcastic. “As you can see this facility is cutting edge, and well defended. It will be your jobs to secure it at once tomorrow. The Director shall take over from her.” She bowed her head ever so slightly.

Director Wolf stepped forward, “Thank you, Doctor,” he nodded, “I know your training is being cut short. But there are assets aboard that facility that will be moved by the end of the week, i.e. two days. We have to hit them hard, and we have to hit this traitors fast. Once you board, Agent Eredin will keep the operation running.” He gestured to a young man near the front of the room. The Sentinel nodded, sitting up proud and strong as accepted his task. 

“That cunt is the leader?” Derrick scoffed ever so slightly. 

“Is there a problem, Agent King?” Director Wolf gazed at Derrick. 

“No, of course not, no,” Derrick shrugged, “Just looking for trouble is all.” 

“At ease, Agents . . . The plans will be forwarded to your HUDs, study them. Agent Eredin will inform you all of your assigned tasks and what is to come. I recommend you all get some rest tonight . . . Your first mission is expecting absolute success.” He stated before nodding for them to leave. “Dismissed.

Derrick smiled as everyone got up to leave, Emma grabbing his room and practically dragging him out of his seat. Director Wolf, frowned back, looking at Derrick with a cold hatred. “Insure the operation is a success, Agent Eredin,” he looked to the Sentinel who nodded again. “Every objective . . . Must be complete.”

“Yes sir, Director.” Eredin nodded before rising, his female Monarch following quietly. 

TO BE CONTINUED ——————————————————————————- HEY YOU! How’s it going? It was a pleasure to work on this arch of the short stories I’m doing this to pass time during my last year of university. Once again don’t forget, if you have any prompts you want me to work on just send me them, tag me in them, anything at all! I will put them in the que if I like em! All my stories are connected so never fear, old characters will always come back! Until next time, Fly safe fellow Explorer’s of the unknown. On an extra note, your comments, messages, and asks are always appreciated and read, plus most likely answered ^w^ thanks again! 

[wo-the-wolf]

You wrote a humans are space orcs about barbaric badasses, but u was wondering what they would think of human sacrifice. Like the Aztecs and other such factions.

Ho boy, I can see it now >.“Um . . . So let me get this straight, I mean the times are understandable but,” The Cageth student cleared his throat as he interrupted the lecture, here at the Eredinium University learning of the history of the Galaxies species. “You’re telling me the humans had gone and . . . Killed each other? For rituals?”The human female professor nodded as she brought up images on the holo-screen of the lecture hall. Images of every species dark days in ancient times, early space era, and such. All manner of species took her class, and while the humans and occasional Venra or Gal’Ga did not really look away, as there’s was all a hardy species, the rest of the students looked on in shock at the wars and ferocity other species had waged against the rest. The Venra took pride and honor in their warrior origins, finding that blood spilled on the field of war was honorable and worth a great name in life. The Gal’Ga however held their heads to some level of shame when hearing of their people’s exploits in their primal days of blood lust. However the room fell silent as some eyes turned nervously to the handful of humans in the class. For the images shown were ones of men impaled on stakes, chemical warfare, and of course, ritualistic sacrifice. “It’s true, eons ago our species was one with many cultures that fought for dominance of their known worlds, and to appease their deities many cultures believed in sacrifice. Be it the Aztecs when they would cut the hearts out of their offerings, or the vikings when every nine years they would sacrifice nine men, animals, etc. It was a. . . Interesting time, but many species as you’ll learn had their dark periods in history.” The talk of such sacrifices made a few of the more peaceful species look disgusted and shocked, bewildered by such barbarism even in the dawn of history. “True, but we never killed our own for sacrifice,” a horned humanoid Venra scoffed slightly, their canines sticking out as he kept his arms folded. “Perhaps, but yours was the species to develop the Arendashale not 1,271 years ago, which was capable of scorching planets, and was ready to see action at all times till the rest of the Galactic Senate ordered it be shut down and all manners of powering it scraped.” The teacher responded with a smirk. “Now everyone please turn to chapter 37, regarding the Oba’shen and their cultural practices among the Northern sector tribes. We will continue today’s lesson regarding the peaceful tribes among them.” END^w^