When they came in, they always came in fast. They skid low across the atmosphere like silvery stones, flushed with coldness and dawn. It seems like they had been coming for a few years now, and perhaps observing for some time before that. We knew what they had been doing for awhile, but due to the scale of the previous conflict their depredations went unnoticed. Unnoticed at least by nations and armies. The inhabitants of a remote farm would go missing. Bandits, of course. A fishing vessel might disappear, just before dawn on a clear calm night. Drift mine, most likely. However, the disappearance of all the human inhabitants from certain remote island chains seemed harder to explain.
As things were rebuilt, one missing person became ten, then a hundred, then a thousand. A sort of harvest was suspected. It took radar and collective will to finally see them clearly. Silent, swift, and hungry. We almost never saw them at all. We never found any trace of their victims. They came o
First Contact part 1If you could describe Humanity in a single word, that word would be war. Wars have been fought since the dawn of the Human race. It molds us, makes us rethink, innovates us, and breaks us down while at the same time, it builds us up. It is in war that Humanity became united, and with this unexpected unification, mankind faced the greatest challenge of our entire existence.First Contact part 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Year 2089: Drought and famine swept across the States, Europe, Russia and Asia. Fields burned, crops wouldn’t grow, and many people began to starve. In response to the reduction of resources, the world’s powers panicked, escalating in all out war for the planet’s last bits of healthy farming land. The cost of the war was immense. Oil foundries severely depleted the black gold reserves, and the military campaigns caused havoc and destruction on a Biblical scale.
With nuclear warfare seeming to become immanent, the U.N. came together and called for the world’s leaders to convene on groun
Down to EarthChapter OneDown to Earth3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Glados was talking to herself again. Atlas and P-Body shifted nervously as she continued to debate.
"I deleted you. Goodbye Caroline,"
He tried to save me from becoming you...
"That metal ball? That moron. I would have remembered."
You didn't remember where I lived inside you. I remember Wheatley. He tried to stop me being downloaded into you...
"He is in space. I fixed him,"
He tried to fix me. Alone, out there, is too cruel...
"What do I do with a stupid moronic metal ball? He was programmed to make stupid desicions. He cannot be trusted with MY facility."
You can fix him. You can save him. Atlas and P-Body have found the remaining test subjects. Remember how excited you were?
"For science. Ha. Ha. Ha."
"I know which chamber to use. My hobby was going to be re-animating the dead. Now I can see
The Soft War - Chapters 1 and 2The Soft War - Chapters 1 and 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The staccato gunfire startled him, echoing along crumbling brick walls, fading into silence.
"...a small band of renegades escaped the quarantine area this morning and managed to make it into the Buffer Zone. They carried ancient projectile weapons, but were quickly apprehended before they could enter the city. No citizens of Shore were harmed..."
A sideways flick of his forefinger muted the sound from the holo projection hanging just in front of him. There was a light pressure against the finger, as if pushing against a lever.
Torbin continued to monitor a dozen news channels nearly simultaneously, periodically changing the volumes, or pausing some to concentrate on others. At times the movements of his hands and fingers were merely a blur. Accompanying each gesture was a tactile response that changed depending on the purpose of the action.
A pulsing hum in
Reckless Tactics-Part 1The human platoon relaxed in the forest clearing, unaware that they were being watched. Not too far away was a small group of alarian troopers, all clad in full body armour and helmets.Reckless Tactics-Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Heret Varride, the group leader, was analysing the present situation. "Now, we have a large number of UEC troopers in that clearing", she quietly explained to her fellow troopers, "plus some tanks. And there may well be more hidden in the nearby woods. Now, it would be foolish to just go rushing in there. What we should do is...No, Seyana! Don't!"
Impatient as always, Seyana Sen had gone rushing into the clearing, ready to fight some human soldiers. A feeling of terror swept over the UEC troopers, as they were met with the sight of a fully armoured alarian trooper charging towards them, the ground shaking under her massive footfalls. Caught unawares, they fumbled with their weapons to get into battle. In the short delay, Seyana managed to destroy one of the tanks before the soldi
Solitude: ch 1Roaring from the friction upon hitting the mostly Helium atmosphere, the meteor burned red, then orange, then white in mere seconds. It fell with the intent of leaving its mark on the moons surface and struck it with such incredible force it could have annihilated a populated city and lay waste to the surrounding area.Solitude: ch 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Fortunately for everyone, this moon was barren as could be. The Helium atmosphere and lack of natural resources short of the silicon in the soil which gave it it's yellow coloring from space didn't really make it a prime location for terraforming. Another feature of the moon was an irregularity in its magnetic field, which drew a vast majority of the asteroids and meteors that came near straight to it.
In an underground compound on the planet, some 200 miles from the impact site, a red light blinked in harmony with a chirping alarm. The base was originally a meteorite examination facility with the purpose of gathering samples and learning what they could from them. Built
Argillaceous Realignment...The Argillaceous Realignment SyndromeArgillaceous Realignment...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
( Annie Begins )
The freakish monstrosity known as Clayface tromped noisily through a dank back alley of Gotham City. His heart, or what he had in place of it, was still pumping steadily with the excitement of his latest crime...
...there were, he admitted, times that he enjoyed the strength that his hideous mutation bestowed to him. He was always amused at the look of shock on a security guard's face when he would morph out of an assumed disguise and stand before them in his naked ugliness. Their bullets would pass through his amorphous, claylike body. He would shrug at their chemical sprays, their nightsticks, and all other pitiful attempts to halt his lumbering might. A few lashes of his muddy tentacles and they would collapse, unconscious or dead, he cared not which. Then whatever he wanted was his. Tonight, he had easily snatched a large case of Sierra Leone di
Miss Twist: PrologueEast Berlin, December 14th, 1965. 8:30 PMMiss Twist: Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was snowing on the wrong side of the Berlin Wall.
The woman in black burrowed deeper into her coat and rubbed her hands together beneath her fur hand muff. It couldn't be warmer then fifteen degrees Fahrenheit, and the harsh, blustery wind made her face numb and stiff. No wonder the lovely lads in the press department called this the Cold War.
She turned down a narrow, dingy alley, her boot-heels clicking briskly on the cobbles. Something vaguely human was huddled beneath a pile of white-dusted rubbish. She made the effort not to look too closely at it. She couldn't afford pity. She was on the clock.
The alley opened onto a street. Across the way was a local bar. Its small-paned windows were too frosty and fogged up to see inside, but two drunks slumped by the front door, singing boisterously in German. Best to move now, before they saw her and wondered why the pretty lady was skulking in the shadows. The woman in black twitched her s
Soft Planet - Chapter 1Soft Planet - Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Xander felt a tug at his shirt, and looked down to see the younger boy's face peering up at him, eager with anticipation. With one hand Armondo clutched a red, rubbery ball. He bounced up to his toes and then, in slow motion, softly landed back on his heels.
"Oh, alright," Xander said with a grin. "We'll play just one round. But that's it, ok?"
The black haired boy nodded, and headed towards the indoor court nearby. His light frame glided between each step, as if moving through water. Just inside the doorway he stopped and turned around. Above him the gymnasium was filled with pink-tinged morning sunlight streaming through the transparent dome over the court. A glittering of dust rose on currents warmed by the sun's rays. Off to the side a sagging metal cage held dozens of solid-colored balls, similar to the one that Armondo had in his grasp.
"So, will it be tournament rules or free-for-all?" Xander asked as he entered the r
Minus Human: PrologueMinus Human: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She remembered how she came to be; she knew clearly what she was. She was merely a creation, made in the image of humankind by the hand of a man. She remembered the day she woke up.
She remembered her original purpose, what she was built to do: a prototype for black operations within the military's special warfare command sector. When she was sent on her first mission, she wasn't anything special to any of her squad-mates. She was only programmed to learn, and she was treated like any other soldier. She learned to shoot, to kill; she learned to make tactical decisions.
The android showed promise as she moved up the ranks; she went from a follower to a leader. In due time, they began to allow her to run missions, and they began to test her limits. They dropped her deep behind enemy lines on missions deemed suicide by all others only to find her walking out of hell days later, her mission complete. She was the perfect soldier, she was surpassing all expectations command expected fr
Gum Belle, Episode IGum Belle, Episode I6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The tall, handsome waiter moved easily through the pale wonderland that was the Plaza Nightclub. The tables were pearly white, the chairs were white ash, the floor was white marble, and the plates were pure white china. He himself wore a white uniform, and he delivered the food and drink with hands encased in white cotton gloves. Each table was set with a tall white candle, and he made sure each was lit with a pure, alabaster flame as he passed them by. The bandstand, all silver and stucco, was stocked with very fine musicians in bright ivory suits that glittered in the stage lights. They played the latest music; the Big Band stuff that was all the rage with young people like the waiter.
White, you could say, was the color of the day at the Plaza Nightclub, which made the six big men at the owners table so very conspicuous. They all wore dark suits with matching snap-brim hats pulled low over their eyes. Several wore black leather gloves, and their oily patent-leather loafers lur
Murphy's Combat Laws 1. You are not superman.Murphy's Combat Laws6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. If it's stupid but works, it isn't stupid.
3. Don't look conspicuous-it draws fire.
4. When in doubt, empty your magazine.
5. Never share a foxhole with anyone braver than you are.
6. Never forget that your weapon was made by the lowest bidder.
7. If your attack is going really well, it's an ambush.
8. No plan survives the first contact intact.
9. All 5 second grenade fuses burn down in 3 seconds.
10. Try to look unimportant because the bad guys may be low on ammo.
11. If you are forward of your position, the artillery will fall short.
12. The enemy diversion you are ignoring is the main attack.
13. The important things are always simple.
14. The simple things are always hard.
15. The easy way is always mined.
16. If you are short on everything except enemy, you are in combat.
17. When you have secured an area, don't forget to tell the enemy.
Heartless Automaton - A Love StoryCombat Mechanoid 732 of the 3rd Armoured Battalion - though he went by the name Al in casual conversation (something easy for the fleshies to remember). During service he had dragged his ferrosteel body from the flaming wreckage of a particle tank on four separate occasions, once going back in to recover the memory core from a crushed comrade's skull. He dedicated himself to the cause not because of the propaganda or idealism, but because it was his job (and unlike the fleshies he knew how to do his job without whining, or stopping to rest every couple of days). But now the war was over (with both sides claiming victory) and Al was to be sent into civilian life.Heartless Automaton - A Love Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The press releases had been careful not to suggest that mechanoids were considered alive in any way (because that might make someone begin to consider things like their rights and privileges), but instead focussed on how they might benefit the human (fleshie) population. They were told that the mechanoids would offer valuable a