The Hallowed are my tribute to Doctor Who’s Cybermen, and to Star Trek’s Borg. Hope you like ‘em!
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
Callie groaned in pain as she picked herself up off the ground. Icy rain fell down all around her, and dampened her hair flat. The cold bit into her skin while she tasted blood in her mouth. She felt pangs of defeat and humiliation after being knocked around so easily. By someone she felt was far
Eva spun lithely and gracefully as she evaded each and every one of Callie’s powerful attacks. Despite her armor and environmental suit, she could feel the force the hammer made as it careened in and out of range. Getting hit by it would most definitely hurt. “Aren’t you supposed to be genetically
She looked up and observed as it monitored every intelligence from up above. It loomed over every circuit like a dark cloud filled with terrible energies. Red arcs of electrical energy danced across its surface, some of which flashed menacingly deep within. I need to test it first, she told herself