Flight Log #2877

A1: They’re mobilising us for what? B1: Parabus apparently. Commander has taken emergency powers, so they’re saying, and he’s sending us out to some Confederate outposts...

First Bullet

Now, when I say I shot first, I don’t mean a literal bullet. Well, actually, now that I think about it, it kinda is, but isn’t what you think. It’s a tad complicated. At least, it seems to be in my head...

Traitor’s Crossing

Brahl was a dead man. The greataxe he heaved in his large hands would no longer save him, as across the rickety wooden bridge, his once friends stared at him with burning eyes of rage...

Bridge

Don’t burn your bridges. They insist it. But, as I stand staring at the bridge I’ve crossed, I can’t help but notice the ill-repair that it has fallen into...

Keep ’em Close

Piece of advice? Keep your cards close to your chest. You don’t know what anyone else has across the table, but they’re all wondering the same thing. Keep it that way...

The Gunslinger

You notice a tome of scattered pages that lies half buried beneath the rubble of what appears to once have been an air hanger. Kicking aside the debris, you pick up the paper and leaf through the handwritten notes...

Cell

The rock-slabbed cell wall felt cold against her back. Somewhere nearby, across the room that was akin to a pit sunk into the ground, a dripping noise echoed softly. It was the only sound that made its way to Vera’s ears...

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