An Insatiable Appetite, Part 1
It was the dead of winter, and New York was cold. I walked down the street, my paws stuffed into the zipped and button black coat that covered my well built but slender frame. I worked on my body every other day, going to either the workout room that...
A Theory of Equilibrium, Book 1, Part 1: A Grasp Firmer Than Most
"This is stupid," muttered Alaver. "What's stupid about this?" glancing at his friend, Gellos briefly took his eyes from the camp that was below them. "This whole thing," Alaver held out his hand, "They send us down here, a half days ride from the...
The Path Less Traveled, Part 10
It didn't take Breylin and I long to reach Dawnstar. Coming to the town, I didn't notice if much had changed. I had only visited it once before, when I had still been with Brekish and his gang. We had come there to trade with a merchant and "get rid"...
Dark Skies, Part VI: The Church
Rextin Tal. I had never visited the planet before, but as the _Red Horizon _neared the end of its travel to the planet, the visit wasn't occupying my mind. In truth, the only thing I thought about was how... natural it felt to wield a holo-blade. A...
Dark Skies, Part V: Strange Business
From my ship I walked six feet or so, then held up my gauntlet. I tapped a button that was near the palm, and a circle on the palm of my gauntlet flickered, then projected a map of my current area. The projection was a light blue and somewhat hard to...
Dark Skies, Part IV: Adhering to Procedure
It didn't take long to get the _Red Horizon _on a course for the Allamut System, and after the ship jumped to hyperspace I let Nir take the controls. I left the cockpit and went into the armory, then picked up the helmet that sat on the table. An older...
Dark Skies, Part III: Touching Base
Arriving over Nurin-Veyga Six was a welcome change to the dark reaches of space. Dropping back into real space, I was the planet zoom into view ahead of me. I saw the lush grasslands and the large bodies of water that covered the planet, and suddenly...
The Path Less Traveled, Part 8
Nam-Rei indicated to the tent that would be mine, and then the argonian and parted ways. I held up a hand in farewell and she repeated the gesture. I watched her go, then turned and made for the tent she had pointed to. It was wide I saw, shaped like...
The Path Less Traveled, Part 7
Everything seemed to happen at once as the assassins appeared. The headsman Koffzal swung at an assassin who ran up behind him, but the small figure ducked easily and turned, a crossbow in their hands, and fired a bolt through the orc's arm. He howled...
The Path Less Traveled, Part 6
Solitude. Three years spent in the dungeons of Castle Dour, the most secure prison in all of Skyrim. A place of dark walls and small cells, and the cries and shouts of deranged prisoners and madmen. Three years sitting in the same cell and being...
The Path Less Traveled, Part 5
I woke up a day later in the dungeons of Whiterun, in a jail cell in the back of the small prison. As I groaned and rolled off of the thin bedroll to sit up, the reminder of the fight came back to my mind. I groaned again and pushed my hands to my...
The path Less Traveled, Part 4
Six days after we took the caravan, I was woken up by Rokir. The elf kicked me in the back and I jerked awake, reflexively swinging a knife that I took from my bedroll. The elf slapped my hand away and, as I saw it was him, said, "Get up," with his...