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Massive Disaster 5-8
Chapter 8 The docking was a silent job, precision even; careful and tight to the point that Zedd knew it was more the man than the machine doing the work. Art, really. Hell, call it fuckin’ ballet. He was pretty good behind a helm, but that was combat flying. Zedd knew where his talents were…
Massive Disaster 4 – Interlude IX
Interlude 9 New Abraham Central plaza was the kind of place he still wasn’t used to. Really, he wasn’t used to anything about this colony, but the plaza… No, out of everywhere on this rock, the plaza definitely made him feel like he didn’t belong. Maybe it was the people. Just too many of them,…
Massive Disaster 5-29
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Massive Disaster 3 Interlude 5
June 2181 Brown eyes snapped open as the shuttle shuddered past atmo and began to slow it’s descent onto the surface proper. He could tell because… well, first of all, the pressure drop was already making his ears pop like cheap seals on a busted coolant line. Pedro O’Hara blinked, groggy, dry-mouthed, neck stiff from…
Massive Disaster 4-14
Blue-white light cut through the workshop’s artificial atmosphere, only one level beneath the lakehouse. The fabrication equipment hummed at low frequencies, every potential shift one that might indicate malfunction or… worse. Always worse. He clicked his tongue. That’s the problem with building things that matter. BASTION armor components were scattered all across three separate workbenches,…
Massive Disaster 3-Interlude I
MARCH 2180 Pedro hit the edge of the plaza doing just under “public menace” velocity, wheels thudding over uneven pathway seams the city still hadn’t fixed. Not that he expected them to—Las Coronas was all gleam up top, rust underneath. Rich kid condos sat on top of flickering LED crosswalks like it was aesthetic. He…