Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 7 (Revised)
Jeff Paulsen was one of the few male Coyotes on the Altama who wasn't a Guerilla, fighting against the Balfor army. He had good reasons for that. Looking at him, you could tell that he was old, getting into his sixties. But that wasn't much of an...
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 4
A red light on the dashboard began to blink; someone had picked up the infantry phone on the rear of the tank. In a stroke of good luck, I was able to put the Urbane's stubborn gearbox into reverse with only a single attempt. I tapped the gas pedal...
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 11
As the sun began to set, Sadie and Dr. Wright flitted about my room, making various preparations for the night's events - my meeting with Field Marshal Irving, commander of the Army on the Altama. Or was he the commander of the entire army? I don't...
It's not easy being a dictator...
Raquel Morenza knew it wasn't easy to be a dictator, or any head of state for that matter. She'd never been one, but she had sympathy. The little Mouse-girl figured it went without saying that if you were the big cheese, everyone was always looking at...
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 14
After leaving the Fort Copper infirmary, I went to pick up my paycheck, and found a package waiting for me as well; it contained a new uniform, with a Specialist's shoulder badge instead of a Corporal's on the jacket. After leaving the base, I decided...
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 16 (Revised)
Darkness still enveloped the bedroom when I awoke, early the next morning. I was pleased to find Sadie still in my arms, peacefully asleep. One of her arms, I could feel, was draped around my back, and one of my arms was partially crushed underneath...