Massive Disaster 5-31A

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The Black Spire had that calculated kind of exclusivity. The kind of place that didn’t need neon signs screaming for attention, didn’t need flashing holos or tacky, over-designed logos. Just a sleek, black-glass entrance, floor-to-ceiling windows that made the skyline part of the decor, and waitstaff so polished they barely seemed real. No advertising. No…

III-1: Victory The shuttle’s engine hummed beneath him, a steady vibration that matched the buzz under his skin. Zedd adjusted the cuffs of his formal suit for the third time in as many minutes, the blue synth-fabric tight across his shoulders like it was trying to hold him back. He’d grown since the last fitting,…

The lakehouse living room stretched out around them, all sharp edges and engineered calm. Black and white minimalism soaked in dying sunlight, punctuated by curated splashes of cobalt where Zedd had gotten sentimental about color theory after feeling comfortable in the space. Floor-to-ceiling glass along the western wall framed the whole thing like a goddamn…

Massive Disaster XI – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ Zedd moved through the cluttered chaos of his workshop like a sleepwalker, each step catching on something—jagged glass shards, stray wires, a thin crust of powdered residue that clung to the soles of his beat-up sneakers. His…

The sound of Anderson clearing his throat was enough to get the attention of both Shepard and Zedd both, the redhead standing at attention while brown eyes flicked over to the rockslide rumbling throughout the room. “…lozenge?” Anderson didn’t even bother flinching at the joke, the redhead to tha captain’s right narrowing green eyes Zedd’s…