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...

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...

Collapse I

"Disperse!” a harried voice cried over the comms as the line of CAF fighters fired their afterburners and ripped forward, the once ordered line of waiting pilots now a mess of chaos. Red tracers skimmed past as the talon riddled bodies of Sirens screamed past...

%ENTRY: E.VAULTER%

Allison Barty, beginning interview with Fractured terrorist group member Emerson Vaulter, intercepted en route to Parabus orbit sector A53. Present with me is Seeker H-Three...

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