What would you do if you came across an entire town that had gone through mental conditioning? Would you fight to free them? Or let them be? What if you recognized that brainwashing within your own thoughts and patterns?
Amal walked forward as she rubbed her sore cheek. She looked at Callie, at how deranged she appeared to be. And most importantly, how she looked nothing like the other colonists. Her skin was rosy and spotless in comparison. Callie exuded waves of anger and disgust when she focused her attention on
“Oh, that’s right, how rude of me,” said Callie. “I’m Callie Drenn, Prophet of Gaea, right hand to Crusader Mia. And we’re well on our way to undo the curse that is the Federation.” Max watched as the blood drained out of Claire and Amal’s faces. Unlike them, he had no idea who the Prophets of Gaea
She perked her head to the side, and listened as someone on the floor above her screamed out orders. “Cycle out,” she told her drones. “Shoot only one at a time. Give the other two time to charge up to full. And only discharge when full.” Her cottonball drones floated dutifully around her, and ch
Eva laid down in the cargo bay, crates of dry foodstuffs all around and under her. Her EyeCast spun around her slowly, and captured her grief for all to see. It had only been five or six cycles since she last talked to her grandparents, and just over one full cycle since Mack’s devastating message
Tears coursed down her cheeks as her deepest regrets ate away at her. The pain of loss combined with her guilt and helplessness struck her over and over. She felt like her insides were being gutted out by some invisible, alien force. After a while, she wiped off her tears, picked herself up, and d
Eva scrambled out of the Spirit of Amelia in a mad hurry. Concern was etched on her face for her friends - the words ‘entire settlement’ greatly alarmed her. At first she believed Miko was simply being either a little silly or melodramatic. But her concern skyrocketed when she saw dozens of colonist
Left without recourse, Eva leveled her gun at one of the many that carried rifles, and fired. She tore the Hallowed, and one or two around them, into pieces. One less gun to deal with later in exchange for a little bit of regret now. Then she fired again and again, until she was just about empty.
“Gotcha!” she cried. But the moment never came. Instead, Callie was caught by Miko’s buckler and two drones. She squirmed helplessly as they held her down with multiple antigrav fields. Her eyes went wide for a moment as Miko blasted Callie with pure force, and slammed her into the large bay windo