"Close Quarters Combat"
Veronica typed frantically on the keyboard, watching the footage play back on the monitors. She scowled, cautiously checking her back, keeping her rifle close, ready for what she knew was aboard this ship. Where the hell were Keeny and Simmons? They...
"New Guy"
"God damn Simmons, the fuck did you eat last night man? Smells like the ass end of a cow who ate too much Mexican food!" Simmons shrugged as they walked along the corridors. "Don't dis the Mexican food Keeny, besides, you've smelled worse." "Oh...
Unity
Heller leaned his head back against the wall as the hot water poured over his head. He slumped down against the wall, content to sit in the shower for as long as he could. After all, there was only one other occupant on the ship, so it wasn't like he...
Fractured
Heller's eyes drifted around the ship lazily, looking for anything interesting. He had been crammed into this luxury soup can for at least three of four days now, sharing it with the sworn enemy of his race, an Elite, and a smart one at that too....
The Maw of Man: Part I
I Clouds brought with them an overcast gloom, marring the sky in dark roiling hues of grey, on the verge of black, as if the sky itself was reflecting on the losses that had taken place. On an old winding road through scrub and rocky flatlands rolled...
The Elder Scrolls: The Madman Moony Chronicles I: The Prince of Parties
Herin lies the story of a mortal. His beginnings matter little, as they were drab and boring, like most things in Tamriel. The really important part is where I come in. Without me, he would have stayed boring. Let me tell you a story now about one...
Shattered
So far, in Heller's day, his day could have been described as a waking nightmare. If he was anything less than an ODST he would have broken by now. But like his ma and pa said, quitting just wasn't in their family. Of course, that didn't help so much...
Dark Earth
The young man rested against the cold, moss covered dank stone, taking a long drink and wiping sweat from his forehead along with other men, teens, and even a few boys. His hands and face were encrusted with dirt, dust, and sweat. Breaks were short,...