The war within the sea had been going on for so long that the origin in which it began had faded into myth within the opposing kingdoms. Each kingdom believed they were fighting for a just cause, though each had suffered untold loss throughout the centuries. The last great battle named Thalassa the victor, having fewer casualties than Pelagia. The next would likely see Pelagia overcome Thalassa, as they redoubled their efforts. It had continued like this for many years, neither side able to fully conquer the other – and neither kingdom making any effort towards the first steps of peace. (more…)
By Alanna Piche
Looking in the mirror, Cerise gave a sigh of resignation. She couldn’t believe the lengths she had to go, especially ones involving wearing a vinyl maid’s outfit. Getting close enough to him would be hard otherwise, and this would make it much easier. Hell, this would make it impossible not to be close to him.
“C, report,” a voice crackled, cutting into her thoughts.
“I’ve narrowed down the target, and will intercept tonight,” she replied, still fussing with the costume as she turned side to side in front of the mirror. (more…)
The forest that surrounded the castle was dense. Sunlight barely peeked through small partitions of the green canopy far above the carriage. The hackney, drawn by two horses, was pulled along the dirt road. Hooves pounded, kicking up thick dust in their wake, which surrounded the carriage. The gilded gold curtains, that decorated the windows of the wooden vessel, were drawn back as a porcelain visage peered through. She was perfection embodied, a lady of sheer beauty and grace. (more…)
Alice bolted down the corridors towards the Hangar. She whipped around a corner, almost knocking over a receptionist and a military guard. With no time to stop, she didn’t even shout an apology. She was too focused with getting back to her operative.
“Map?” Alice huffed, speaking into the com-link after jacking in to the rig and taking back control from Tripp.
The interference was still distorting the connection, “Just checking in. Ready?”
The reply was static. (more…)
“Damn it!” Alice hit the rig with her fists, frustration still coursing through her.
A few of the technicians in the Hangar ducked their heads and avoided looking directly at Alice. They had been chewed out too many times to count. She still couldn’t figure out why the satellites weren’t picking up all of the creatures.
The Hangar was quickly becoming a mess; piles of wires and open panels littered the floor. Alice was waist deep in them, her head ducking into the terminal and popping back out to keep an eye on the displays.
Her com-link crackled to life. “Any updates?” Map inquired. (more…)
Alice could hear a crash over the comm-link. She scrunched her nose, placing the sound with the likelihood it had been Map’s foot bursting a door open.
“I’m in,” she heard Map inform her.
Alice rolled her eyes. “Graceful. Find a place to rest, the boffins are still working on your next move.”
“Can I make a suggestion?”
A smirk crawled onto her lips as she heard his question. “You can make it, but you know what that’s worth.” Alice lowered her voice, a serious tone overcoming it. “Stay sharp. Their signals are doing something.” (more…)
Alice stormed into the Complex, suffering a headache and a bad temper. The guards hadn’t explained to her what was going on, which was what lead to the pain in her head. She had tried to make an escape which had caused one of her over protective companions to knock her unconscious. Alice awoke to find the guards were under directives from the Administrator himself. Even so, that didn’t make the kidnapping, or the feeling of her head splitting, justified.
The Liaison burst into the Hangar, taking control of the place as she had in the past. A scowl was already on her lips, which made quite a few people in the room stand stiffer, snapping to attention. (more…)