FollowIt 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 …