032. iruvayon

Adrien’s lake blue eyes were muddy in the truck as he looked at the screen, tapped on Eoran’s face and waited as the phone’s AI tried to identify him in the thousands upon thousands of photos the whole ODA had managed to jam into that overworked piece of technology. When he’d found success, he tapped […]

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031. photostream

“Don’t forget: print whatever information you find. Where they were being taken to, any details on where they were last seen, anything relevant, anything that may not be relevant—just anything that mentions them, okay?” Brint leaned out the truck window, hollering at his medical and intelligence sergeants as they were walking away from him. “Yeah, […]

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030. 2 dead, 2 missing

An hour passed since the ambush. When Brint came to, he was engulfed by the metronomic perturbations of a helicopter’s blades beating at the air like a filthy rug. He glared up into the smooth face of his intelligence sergeant, Dev, dazed and disoriented. The man stared back down at him, looking glass reflection an […]

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029. a poison’s purpose

Dev took a deep breath, a pitiful gasp in the midst of the adjunct’s snowsheet. “Kasse, come on—“ “What’re you guys doing?” Eoran asked on the other side of the rooftop’s door, voice a hum in the static of a slowly unfolding catastrophe. He crossed the roof to his boyfriend and their squadmate. Moving the […]

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025. ± [NSFW]

  to him, it was everything   all things, alight—tails   his moments alive, persistent   pernicious, pervasive boy   trapped against infinity it was nothing   broken and empty—heads   lots cast asunder, chance   tempted, fate a tempest   in the stillness of their crypt to be swaddled in night   held in the hands   of a city […]

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023. the red desert’s varaket ghost story

“Varakaiso,” said a trembling yelp, a plea from the man kneeling in the shrapnel littered roof of Eoran’s crumbling building. In Port Haven, Ossans were characterized by a near toxic level of bravado, but this man before 18B was cowering, face wet in the wake of the impossible. “Sirai, Varakaiso—“ “He’s saying Va-something, I think […]

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022. the sound of your cruelty

 “But seriously: if everything’s a threat here, if the ability is limited, if the end result matters… why not try to deconstruct the whole building? It’s already falling apart. Let the weight of all that concrete do the work. Could you just use your sight like a stud-finder and dissolve support structures? Or sections of […]

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021. an exercise in walking through walls

The sky was open and calm, the night clear and star-bright, moonless. The squad was circled up and asleep within a natural defilade, surrounded on three sides by a sandstone canyon. Its mouth emptied to the east, wide enough for three vehicles to pass but currently it was occupied by two boys, their CO, and […]

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017. hearsay

It had been a week. The convoy was halfway to Yetava and running through explosives like they were on a personal mission to light that fucking landscape up. However the night brought rest and most soldiers were asleep beneath their vehicles, tucked into poorly-dug holes to hide them from the possibility of unexpected enemy fire. A lonely pair on watch crept across a distant dune, nearly indiscernible from the dark were it not for the purity of their black shadows slowly slinking up the mound. Brint glanced aside at the movement, then back to the map he was marking.

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