A Scribe’s Diary
003.002.M42Celebrations of the new year today. We got more rations, which was welcomed by all. Work didn’t let up, though. Once again, my ears and fingers hurt from the constant…
003.002.M42Celebrations of the new year today. We got more rations, which was welcomed by all. Work didn’t let up, though. Once again, my ears and fingers hurt from the constant…
Once a primitive, plains-dwelling race, The T’au have formed a spacefaring empire by bringing together several intelligent alien races to combat the hostile Imperium of Man. When a T’au cadre led by commander M'COVA ("EERVEE") is ambushed, she finds herself isolated and introduce to a strange world's inhabitants – and an an enigmatic woman (MARLENE BARCOV). Thrust together, M'COVA must navigate a coded dance of indoctrination, and resistance to discover whether humanity can ever be trusted.
Pink clouds meant that the rain had passed and the morning had come. Shifting grey mist floated through the shrine, as water dripped silently from the green tiled eves. The…
Another assignment, another challenge. Lovely. I took my case from my desk and headed towards Research Pod 6, where recently O'Tsua'm had brought back some strange alien under isolation. A previously…
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 Overhead burned a hot white star that made the heat rise from the pavement in sheets of crystal-white flame. A thick…
The messenger drone had plummeted from the sky arresting its fall seconds before crashing into the concourse paving. It had inserted needles, interrogated her implants and scanned Por’El’Tau’Lian’s retinas before…
Paying the Sky Warriors’ Due was no simple task. From their village it was a five-day trek across shattered cliffs and brackish jungle rivers. Besides the terrain, there were stranglevines,…
Once more, Rulf rotated the blade in his hand, weighing the merits of murder. The medic ran a finger down the engraving on the hilt, ‘Suffer No Xeno,’ and rapped…
Koh didn’t have time to spare him a second thought. The Wirewurm surged forward through the thick fog, every one of its hundred eyes fixed on its intended prey. Koh pivoted away again, bringing the butt of his rifle down hard on the creature’s neck.
Created by potrace 1.16, written by Peter Selinger 2001-2019 The Thunderhawk had been shot down from orbit two hours ago. The vessel’s crimson hull was mostly blackened, laid about in…