Massive Disaster 5-29

The side tunnel was a failing lung. Thick, toxic, and sulfuric, every breath would have dragged pulverized rock and ancient ash straight down an unprotected throat to coat lungs in a layer of grit.  Thankfully, the four of them weren’t idiots. As soon as they entered a space claustrophobic enough to require fully-sealed hardsuits, Zedd…

His testing lab looked exactly like what it was. Although, technically, it was supposed to be a garage for both skycars and groundcars, given the excessively high ceilings. There was a whole driveway leading outside, plenty of space for an actual vehicle if he were the kind of person who cared about having one. But Zedd…

July 24, 2179 |  2436 DP-C5-2I GST (Galactic Standard Time) Kev adjusted his position, the heat pressing down on him like a goddamn anvil. Armor chafed, dust clung to his visor, and the air had that dry, recycled taste that made his mouth feel like he’d been chewing sandpaper. The ridge they’d posted up on…

The night held still, thick with heat and the faint smell of all the natural proccesses that came with modern machinining and manufacturing. Darkness was their armor, the night a thick second skin as the dirty dozen  moved fast across the field, skimming the perimeter, twelve shapes in the dark, the kind of practiced silence…

Massive Disaster I – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ The blanket clung to him like a second skin, damp and heavy, and even half-asleep with his eyes closed, he wanted it gone. Peeling it off took more effort than it should’ve, but the second he was…

There was no time to waste time thinking about it and he couldn’t afford to stall. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, and, yes, knowing was half the battle. But that still leaves the rest of the fucking battle. Hands flew fast and furious across controls before conscious thought caught up, Zedd…