Category Archives: Serialized Stories

Chapter 12 Metallic trash scattered in the backwash from the mother Dragon’s engines. Feroza stared up at her. She wanted to run to the beast, wave her arms, shout to her not to leave her children behind. But, of course, … Continue reading →

“Selfless? Pucha, Feroza, this is not good. It is not noble! Normal creatures don’t just dive into death like, like…” like you, he wanted to say. Why was he such a coward? He would lose her to this horrible world, … Continue reading →

Feroza just nodded absently and strolled to the edge of their safe zone, where the Dragon presented her with another half-dead mechanoid. Eat, eat, he almost heard the creature say. You’re too skinny. How are you going to grow up … Continue reading →

Victor didn’t understand any of that, but he knew what would happen if she covered herself in foreign factors. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Do you want those things to chew through your suit?” “They will rather repair my … Continue reading →

And before he worked himself up to say something like “because I value you more than what I can get out of you, too.” Feroza said, “We help each other, it’s what symbionts do.” “I can’t argue with that.” Victor … Continue reading →

¡Hurra! Except that Victor’s suit was still compromised, they still had no way to contact the orbital station and call for help, and Feroza might actually be suicidal. “We can do this, right?” Victor said. “We can survive, right?” “Probably.” … Continue reading →

Chapter 11 The parasite looked a bit like an octopus. Or a spider made of segmented metal hose. Feroza flailed in the tangle of murderous steel pasta and Victor stared, totally frozen by his horror. They hadn’t brought any weapons. … Continue reading →

With a roar of engines Feroza could feel through her suit and the intervening air, the Dragon matched speeds with her. The animal hung in front of her, a column of metallic flesh the length of a bus. A mass … Continue reading →

Chapter 10 Feroza wished she could feel the wind on her face as she fell. Encased as she was by the inviolate shell of her environment suit, she could only watch the onrushing constellation of Fusillade Wyrms. They hung as … Continue reading →

Victor looked at the blimp of bloated malevolence squatting on the ruins of human life on Petrolea. “Uh…” She made an impatient noise. “The cannons cannot fire straight up. The Fusillade Wyrms would hit the hot air cowlings.” “What kind … Continue reading →