FollowIt was one of those moments Aidyn lived for. He trimmed the sail and felt the sand skiff pick up a couple of more knots. Blasting across a wide-open salt flat while looking for the spring so Whiterock City could have water was about as much fun as you could have anymore. He remembered the …
It started the way every war story does: in a crappy bar with a grizzled veteran saying, “This is no shit.” The bar was Xeno’s, one of the numerous shitholes on the lower levels of Shackleton Station, a favorite of military operators, both active and inactive. The veteran looked old enough to be the latter, …
by Joel Rieves The strange craft careened across the sky, dipping and diving as if piloted by someone under the influence. It came in low over a rather decrepit barn and pulled up into a steep climb, the turbulence of its passage blowing several sheets of tin off the structure’s roof. It continued into an …
by Joel rieves “It can’t be much further,” she muttered to herself, as she adjusted the hood of her jacket. The wind had pushed it back and was nipping at her ears. The weather, while it fluctuated wildly at times, was in one of its more settled periods. Unfortunately, that period was a cold snap, …