One Week Later Amal walked down the mostly empty hallways of the now-defunct Prophet base. Its power was still on, but running at a bare minimum. Just enough to keep a few of its zones operational, mostly centered around keeping Cloning up and running. She smiled at the Federation maries as they w
— Callie 2.4 General Status Reprint: Complete Memory Restoration: Complete Warning: Genetic deviation above 34% threshold — Amal’s heart thundered in her chest as stared at the terminal. “I really hope you’re ready,” she said. She hit a few controls on the screen, and initiated Callie’s rebi
One Year Later Bloody corpses littered the dusty compound base, which was located on a distant plant somewhere in the outer reaches of the Federation. Scattered here and there were armored hovertanks, most of which had been shredded thoroughly by gunfire. Many had been rendered useless, and had c
“Half of our forward locations were trashed?” Eris said with a sigh. “How utterly irritating. It took over a year to get those bases set up. Too many cash infusions and man hours, down the drain.” Eris scowled slightly as she reviewed one of the large screen’s reports. On that same screen was a c
Eris shook her head and waved her hand slightly. “Don’t worry about them,” she said. “You keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll get someone else to recruit the chemist to the fleet.” “What if the chemist refuses?” he asked. “Stop asking dumbass questions and get back to work.” The scout immediately
The mercenary fleet known as the Sword of Perseus found themselves in an unwinnable situation. Behind them was the station they were hired to protect, and in front of them were the marauders who wanted all the precious treasure inside - medical grade narcotics. And the marauders known as the Black
Lucifer sighed deeply as the battle raged on, and watched with trepidation as battle lines fired mercilessly at each other. Ze felt as though Perseus’ battle tacticians were playing by rules written by someone else. Someone who had likely fought a different kind of a war, in a different kind of er
“Hey mercs,” he said. “I know ExoCene Pharm pays you all a great deal to stick around and guard their vaults. But we’ve got a great need for their meds, so pretty please, get the hell out of our way.” Perseus’ captain was immediately incensed with his opponent, and retorted angrily. It was clear th