One For My Baby...Not that it was cold in Novac at night, or well anywhere in the Mojave for that matter, but I could almost feel myself shaking in my boots. I was tempted to pull the hood of my raggedy pink hoodie over myself, but honestly, I figured I'd look like even more of an awkward, spooked outsider than I already did. After busting my ass to get to a bed I could call my own, here I was, helping some jerk of a....what was he? Soldier, ex-soldier? get revenge on his dead wife.One For My Baby...4 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was less than 24 hours since I'd met Craig Boone, and he unsettled me, to put it bluntly. He spoke cryptically, more like some kind of fortune teller than a big man with a big gun. In the short span of our relationship, I had spoken with a few people about this "Carla" who apparently everyone despised, even Manny...and Manny was one of the few people in the town I'd actually gotten to like. Yet it ended up being No-Bark who gave me the most helpful advice.
Strange nightStrange night2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jay, Jason and a few of their friends went to a pub this evening. They had passed their final exams for this year and they wanted to celebrate that fact.
After a few hours, around midnight, they were already pretty drunk. Nonetheless they called for another round of beer. As the waiter approached their table, with the tray, a small, hooded figure dropped something in two of the glasses. Then the figure made her way to the exit.
Outside she was greeted by another hooded figure. Did someone notice you? Nope. The first figure giggled. How long does the drug need to take effect? she asked. Itll probably start in about seven hours. The second figure answered. Oh man, that long? I want the fun to begin now! The first figure grumbled. The second figure smirked and said: You are already thinking and behaving like a kitsune. I think you have completely accepted your change, Maya. Maya smiled Yep. I
InjusticeThe thrusters kicked in, the rear compartment violently shook. Bodies haphazardly were torn from the seats and into the walls and each other. The handlers stood frozen and passive as the turbulence wreaked havoc; a few relished the idea that the scum of man, killers and traitors, the so-called tough can be thrown like rag-dolls. Hydraulics and lights came to life and the rear embarkation ramp slowly lowered. Red lumin-globes flickered to green and the smell of fear wafted through the compartment as the handlers began forcefully pushing the scum of man to hell below. 'Welcome to Arkham' one of the handlers said as he shoved his fist into the face of an inmate.Injustice3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His eyes slowly open. Dried blood coats his face with a large bruise covering the right half of his face. His breathing is heavy and painful; the compressions of every breath flare the nerves of pain: broken ribs. He searches around to only find dust and filth, a slight breeze waves over him, bringing a soothing coolness to his bu
the bastion THE BASTIONthe bastion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter one: deployment
The snow storm was getting stronger. The thick white snow blinded the Valkyrie
from its destination. Frost crept along its skin, the wings tilted and turned in
the wind that not even the bravest of angels dared to pass through without the
help of the gods, and where ravens soared in times gone by. The engines blared
the presence of the mammoth transport as it circled the imperial base. The
soldiers inside broke free of the ice and frost that bound them to the benches
as they stood, ready to dis-embark. The jets roared as the transport touched down
on the frozen mud that dominated the freezing planet known as Aurora. As the heavy
boots of the soldiers crunched the ice under their feet with every step, the
commander of the forces stationed planet-side marched towards the soldiers fresh
from the Valkyrie.
"Staff Sergeant Garrus King of the 27th Lancasters, at you service sir" procla
Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 2Ring a ding ding, Baby Pt. 24 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There probably wasn't a more cliche image in all of Vegas history; late at night, a tall svelte woman in a curve-hugging dress ran in heels back to the door of her apartment; hair disheveled, makeup smeared, pale cheeks flushed. But there you go; for once I wasn't the grimy hardass courier. It was dark enough that the people who saw me go running up the stairs to the Lucky 38 were people I didn't give a shit about, strangers who gave me startled looks as I streaked across the pavement and then up the glowing, flashy steps. Victor was outside, and barely got a "Well hidey--" before I threw open the door and crossed the casino main floor.
The elevator ride provided solace, because I was finally alone. I was still crying silently, my forehead against the elevator wall. It wasn't so much what happened at the Tops, it was what didn't happen. Benny had asked me to hold him while he slept. Laying in his bed with him, he hadn't tried to as
A Failed AssaultThe lone Valkyrie dropship sped towards friendly lines, its left engine sputtering and streaking black acrid smoke. Jinking and turning to avoid the massive barrage of incoming flak it raced home at speeds it was never designed to cope with.A Failed Assault3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inside the valkyrie a pair of medics worked franticly to patch together the three remaining wounded troopers. They had been fourteen of them when the valkyrie had extracted them from the field of blood and gore. All but the three remaining had died from their wounds, four being too wounded to even try to help and the rest died during attempts to save their lives. The floor was slick with blood and other bodily fluids and the air inside reeked of sweat, fear, blood and death. Yet the medics pushed themselves to their limits and beyond in the cramped space to save the remaining broken troopers.
Gant Kennoc lay on one of the valkyries medgurneys, slowly slipping closer to unconsciousness and hearing the groans and cries of his two remaining squadmembe
Scaredy Cat TGScaredy CatScaredy Cat TG3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was very much almost drunk. Very nearly. I was sure I was pretty close to it but there was no way I was gonna pay for another drink. So I figured I'd ask my buddies for their best stories on the chance that might work at pushing me the rest of the way to drunk. It makes sense when you're very close to drunk.
Victor sat across from me. He was way over the drunk hump and to the point that every little sound was a work of absolute comedy. He'd chuckle through his stubble-speckled lips like an old smoker in a hacking fit. After he managed to drain his beer without giggling into it, I asked him for a story.
My question brought another round of laughs from him. He slapped the table once and said, "Clean out! Notta one. Howbout Roy?" His hand landed on Roy, who sat beside him, with all the subtly of a depth charge. "Got any funny shuff?"
Roy regarded Victor with a wobbling gaze. He was clearly just as drunk as Victor. But he was the quiet type when drunk. He cradled the h
Metal and Blood : PrologueDust motes swirled through weak sunlight, illuminating a carpet, its colours dulled by age, a fine brass- trimmed wooden desk, and the wrecked carcass of a Servitor. This one in particular had its mechanical parts exposed, wires gleaming and occasionally sparking. Next to the carcass was a circular tank full of clear, blue-hued liquid that held a body inside, preserving the tissue to an extent greater than any of the methods used by the Adeptus Mechanicus. The body was, even in suspended animation, wrecked. A huge wound, still unhealed, gaped through the torso of the body, and a ribcage, working lungs and a part of a beating heart were visible. A wound that severe was surely incapacitating, so it was not surprising that it was in the tank. Its mouth was covered by a black mask, with cables and pipes going out to the tank's roof.Metal and Blood : Prologue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Door opened. The shadow of what entered was a monstrous shape, with six times as many appendages as it should have. Then it entered the light, and it becam
Mr. House's Gift.Mr. House's Gift.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm surprised you're so very interested in my story. At this point, most people would be focused only on regaining the Platinum chip, and the monetary reward. I can understand, as I am a bit of an aficionado for pre-war information myself, but that was because I lived during the time period. Must we tarry over these things, when I've given you very clear instructions?"
Mr. House had a charming voice, just as the ghoul at the Old Mormon Fort had mentioned. Yet his half-condescending tone really irked me. Though he wasn't up-front with it, I knew the man...er, computer? whatever he was, really found himself above me. Just an hour earlier, he'd explained the situation, Benny, everything to me, requesting I go after Benny and get the package I was paid to deliver.
But I couldn't help it. A curious person and someone who was mystified with pre-War memorabilia, and here I was talking to yet anoth
DoomsdayThey´re comingDoomsday3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A stampede of Nature's caprices
They´re fast and they´re hunting
visceral acting like Nature´s forces
Relentless, a flood of Death
Life take his last breath
For this fight, we shall bleed
And we will become their meed
This last day, believe me will end in this violence
It´s our task, this finale combat against nature
Death and Pain, this fight is assured
until their screams will vanish into silence
doubtless thoughts, unto our demise is sure
Its not ours, this world
Planets aren´t given to its heirs
but human conceit will cause their fall
This World, drowned in battle, its theirs!
Unleash the Khan.Manny had just gotten off duty, and slung his sniper rifle over his back as he made his way across the small motel yard towards his room. The sun was setting, its golden aura lighting the scorched town of Novac and highlighting all of the ruins as though it wanted to point out the humans' faults. The sniper paid no heed to this, as usual, and went directly from the dark setting of the dinosaur mouth to the dark setting of his comfortable room.Unleash the Khan.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As he was shrugging off his jacket, Manny heard footsteps upstairs. He tilted his head curiously; was the girl back again? They had spent some time together the last time she passed through, which was only a week or so ago. She had been temporarily blinded by the cazador stings, but nonetheless chatty and fun to be around. They had shared talks of the Khans, a group who had just recently also accepted the Courier for her sometimes astounding feats. Manny was
By the father's handExplosions of tremendous power blaze on Earth's surface, as there goes the most fierce battle in the history of Mankind. Thousand miles above planet, unimaginably large spaceship looms in the space.By the father's hand3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Along the main corridor of the ship, walks a monumental armor-clad man. He is no one else than the lord of mankind, he who led it in great conquest through the galaxy, he who became the living god for men on countless worlds.
Now, he walks down the corridor of enemy flagship in solitude, with a sole purpose - to search and destroy enemy commander. One who turned dreams of trillions of people into dust. One who once was the first amongst all of his followers. One whom he once called his beloved son - who is now a betrayer and fratricide.
Huge gates of the hall open wide before father, and he can see: here, on the dais, stands the monster. His face, once majestic, now is horrible grimace of hatred. His grotesque armour is all covered with human body parts, proclaiming contempt for the ideals
Injustice Part TwoThe roar of autogun fire and the cacophony of terror and excitement were without abandonment. The Salamander lurched and churned the ground as it attempted to make an escape. The treads kicking up rock and dirt into the oncoming pursuers, the ping and clank of rock ricocheting off the metal hull of the makeshift cargo truck, nevertheless, the vehicle kept going. The exhaust blurting out puffs of toxic chemical smoke into the thin air, the concoction of fuel sources were deadly to those who weren't protected. 'How's our buddy doing, doc?' Heinrich voxed, as he kept trying to push the machine to its limits. Doc leaned into the compartment where Inmate 896745 was and checked. 'He's still bleeding but there's really nothing I can do. When we get the outpost, I'll put some cloth and wind it around him and hopefully the ribs will heal properly over time' he voxed, as he pulled a rusty and aged autogun. Rust was consuming the barrel like an infection on a suckling wound and the wooden butt stInjustice Part Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Three Vulpes Haikus In OneThe savage fox comesThree Vulpes Haikus In One3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Archangel in guise of man
They do not know it
Power lies within the word
And he is the lead
One town purified
Only two witnesses left
One won't tell the tale
Will the other?
Ice and Blood: Prologue /////FILE INFORMATION\Ice and Blood: Prologue5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
++++FILE NAME ----- "Recovered Vox Feed, Altis Primari Incident, M41"++++
++++ARCHIVED BY ---- Darrius Vorgen, INQUISITOR, ORDO XENOS++++
++++ARCHIVAL DATE ---- 215 658.M41++++
++++FILE TYPE ---- Vox recording (Recording length: 4 Minutes, 27 seconds.)++++
++++ADDITIONAL NOTES ---- Vox transmitted from Vox Operator First Class Irina Petrovskaya, Presumed KIA. Recovered from Theatre of War Commander Yuri Varushkin after incident.++++
++++SECURITY LEVEL ---- INQUISITORIAL VIEWAGE ONLY.++++
ENTER SECURITY PASSCODE ---- ***************
Welcome Back, Inquisitor.
//VOX FEED PRINTOUT COMMENCING
- Ice five *static* home. Ice five to ice home *static* ou copy? Over.
- This is ice home. Give your report ice five. Over.
- We f
A Calico Mother - TG VoreMukat's teeth ripped through the flesh, the tough meat shredding itself against his teeth, his guiding more in already even as he swallowed. He shoved more in as he swallowed, reaching down blindly for more, and wincing when his hand touched the still hot eggs. He grabbed the orange juice instead, letting the cool glass sooth his burns a little as he swallowed, a little too soon. He nearly choked on the bacon, its rough texture catching at his throat a few times before finally going down.A Calico Mother - TG Vore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Breakfast was almost always an adventure for a vore artist.
He smirked at that, glancing back to where his computer lay. He was working on a picture of Calico again; thinking of giving her a few ships to take on. He hadn't touched her since the end of the contest. She might be lonely, or something.
He went back to his breakfast, picking up the crispiest piece of bacon and slipping it into his mouth. It made a satisfying crunch, the slight taste of charcoal mixing with the savory meat. The eggs were st
Assault on Touphan pt1Assault on TouphanAssault on Touphan pt12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Magos, are you sure this is allowed?" beeped one of the artisans, who were scurrying around beneath Tech Magos Harakai's observation throne.
The Magos let off a sharp burst of binary at the artisan who bowed, and retreated back into the maze of cables, machines and generators that occupied nearly the entire floor of the Magus's research laboritorum. If he didn't have to keep the damn room accessible to the inspections by the crude bipedal grunts of his peers he'd not even have this area of the room clear. As it was there was a three meter radius around his throne that allowed unskilled bodies to enter and converse without electrocuting themselves and damaging the equipment in the process.
The human aspect of the Magos sighed.
"Such a waste of space!" he thought whilst his Cybernetic half filed another message into his primary cognitive region, and brought it to the human mind's attention.
"Hm?" Harakai muttered as the message displayed itself over
Fallout ChristmasThe Courier walked briskly through the trees that stood on the steep hills that surrounded Jacobstone, only stopping for quick glances behind her to check that Boone hadn't died of exhaustion.Fallout Christmas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Unlike herself Boone had lived nearly his whole life in the Mojave, and though the ex-soldier was in better shape than most the high altitude had not been good to him. Whilst the Courier from what she could remember, had grown up in the mountains and was able climb with ease. Her tall figure only adding to the rate and speed she could climb.
But surprisingly it was not the Courier who was leading the trio up the mountains, it was Rex.
Rex not only was faster then his masters but had already raced ahead and repeated the journey several times over, reaching the end of the trail and simply somersaulting down a slope to the edges of Jacobstone. Before sprinting off to the Courier leaving a tiny blizzard in his wake.
At first the Courier didn't mind the crazy displays that Rex was performing but short
101st Fenland mechanised division101st Fenland Mechanised Division101st Fenland mechanised division3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the infinite regiments that form the imperial army, few regiments ever come to the attention of the higher echelons of command. The regiments from Cadia, Catachan, and Armageddon are frequently documented, operating often in linchpin areas of the galaxy on the forefront of large scale invasions, operating alongside mighty Adeptus Astartes and Mechanicum forces under the command of legendary figures such as Commissar Yarrick and Lord Castellan Ursarkar E. Creed. One regiment however stands with well known respect and renown for services preformed on behalf of the Emperor, the regiment of the 101st Fenland Mechanised.
Originally from the Spaldonian system on the eastern fringe, the regiment was raised on Spaldonia Primus, an extremely efficient and productive forge world. The Spaldonian system numbered 8 planetary bodies orbiting a single star, and Primus supported two largely and lush moons. These moons were considered hazardous extremis by the Magos
Leaving Novac.Leaving Novac.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Boone didn't want to spend the night in Novac after reading the letter the Courier had given him. He wanted to leave immediately, but she pressed the point: they needed a good night's sleep before traveling the long haul to New Vegas, and both of them were beyond exhausted. Her week in Novac had consisted of her helping seemingly everyone in town; she'd discovered the ghouls at Reppcon, the Nightkin bothering the Brahmin, and who knows what other good deeds, before completely blindsiding Boone himself with bringing him partial justice to Carla's....slavery deal.
He was surprised it wasn't Manny--his friend HATED his wife, but upon reflection Boone couldn't remember a time that Jeannie wasn't complaining about the "snobbish look" on Carla's face. These thoughts were making it increasingly difficult for him to even think about sleeping one more night in this town. Obviously the Courier was having no difficulty. Boone was sitting in
Dawn came.Dawn came.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Boone had finally fallen asleep, and the Courier had expertly swiped the key from his neck pendant, unlocking the door and slipping out to what was undoubtedly her favorite thinking spot in the entire Mojave, for multiple reasons: Dinky the Dinosaur. She knew part of it was stumbling upon Boone himself up here, but she also remembered seeing it for the first time, a comical testament to the good humor of pre-War citizens, a strange alien structure. The view up here was beautiful when tainted by moonlight, the area secluded, safe and quiet, something most places in the Mojave were not.
Now she rested on her haunches, poking her head out between the two canines Manny and Boone had worn down with their rifle stops. The motel room felt tiny, especially after her strange dream, and looking out on the unforgiving landscape always seemed to calm her for some reason. Especially now, after she'd realized today that this harsh, dry desert w
Warhammer 40k: Brotherhood Through Fire Chapter 2Warhammer 40k: Brotherhood Through Fire Chapter 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dark brown eyes peered out from the corner of an alley at a nearby super market. Waiting in anticipation for the signal. The owner of the eyes turned to look at the small group of teenage boys behind him. Their ribs were as clear as day, and their eyes had an almost dead look to them. The young man no older than 15 scratched his head attempting to rid himself of some of the lice that had been biting at him the past week. Then he heard a noise like a car driving close to the supermarket. He looked over to see an armored car pull into the loading bay of the super market. The boys behind him heard the noise as well, and began to squeeze around him trying to get a look at their target.
"Come on Brutus! Lets go!" One of them whispered.
"No! We wait for the signal from Hilden!" the young man snapped back.
Brutus looked back to the armored car to see 4 men in security uniforms holding rifles, probaly loaded with stun rounds, step out the back. These men were known as the Adeptus Arbites. Eigh
Student Unions TG: Jacob and Meredith - Part 1Student Unions: Jacob and MeredithStudent Unions TG: Jacob and Meredith - Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's Not Time To Worry Yet
The first words Jacob McBride and Meredith Holt ever exchanged with one another were, "So, she was dressed as a ham?" and "Yeah" in the middle of a group reading of To Kill A Mockingbird for their ninth-grade English class.
The group they'd been randomly placed in by their teacher, Mr. Meder, was supposed to be working together but really it was one brunette girl who wore hipster glasses and stared at the group paper like a tiger going in for a kill, two junior varsity basketball players who were trying to get through a full game of paper football without the teacher seeing (they moved their books around a bit when he came over to look as if they were just checking on something really important for the group), and a tiny hispanic girl who focused only on her page of creepy, morbid doodles.
Jacob and Meredith were seated next to each other by chance alone. They flipped through their books calmly whi
Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 1Console-tan Stories: At Your Service Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the first three seconds, there is a program. As it executes itself, it grows in complexity, until, after the three seconds have passed, it's no longer considered a program. It has become life, a spark that is not well understood, but utilized nonetheless. As the new life springs into sentience, it instinctually reaches out, discovering its senses, abilities, and capacities. This leads the lifeform to discover rather quickly that it is an autonomous mechanical being designed to serve the biological beings, humans, who created it. After learning what a human is and the difference between the genders, it realizes that it is designed to externally resemble a human female, generally considered the more gentle and caring of the species. More specifically, she is 1.65 meters tall, of a build considered lean but healthy, with long, gray hair and red eyes, both colors being considered rare for young human females, in part to make her distinct enough that she isn't mistaken for a human