Six months after the events of Chaos and Consequences For as long as he could remember, he wondered who he had been before. Clouded memories surface every now and again, but nothing concrete. Nothing that would give him a sign of his true purpose; of why someone brought him back to life. Not once. NotContinue reading “Purpose”
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The Toughest Goodbye
Nineteen years before the events of The Edge of Madness Don’t show him you care. Don’t show him how hurt you are by this reckless choice. You can do it. Hold it together, girl. He will come around on it. He must. Nayomi inhaled mightily and exhaled her frustration at the man standing in frontContinue reading “The Toughest Goodbye”
Damaged Goods
Eight years before the events of The Edge of Madness “Why the fuck did you pick this one up?” growled the Wulvern pirate. His teeth barred at his shorter, and fatter, companion who didn’t shy away from the confrontation. Both wore shiny metal piecemeal armor, and hardly any of it matched in color or texture.Continue reading “Damaged Goods”
Zeroes and Ones
Eleven years before the events of The Edge of Madness “It’s doing anything, Anders. Are you sure it is going to work? If not, I need to take her now so I can give her a proper burial.” Joren insisted impatiently. The hour was late, and both men were tired, both for entirely different reasons.Continue reading “Zeroes and Ones”
The Tinkerer
Four months after the events of Chaos and Consequences “Wrong. All wrong.” The elderly male Praug croaked in frustration at his shaky, webbed hands. As the years passed, the slight tremble in them had grown increasingly worse, making it more and more difficult to do the only thing at which he knew he could do.Continue reading “The Tinkerer”
Justifying the Means
Approximately one week into Operation: Codename Stormbringer, aboard the Galactic Imperium vessel named Judgement. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I’m sure we can still pull out of the deal. This doesn’t feel right.” The fresh recruit protested with wide eyes and an unblemished uniform. “I’m sure. If you question me one moreContinue reading “Justifying the Means”
The Endbringer
“I am going to ask you, one…more…time. Where did they go?” The man demanded in a low growl through gritted teeth. He focused his mind on the shirtless man with tattered pants and small circular scars near the veins just above his forearm. A breeze whipped around his dark cape moodily, and the gold trim on it brilliantly reflected the lights high above. He donned matching midnight black uniform, with the same gold trim on the cuffs and Galactic Imperium insignia stitched on his left breast.
Of Magic and Man
Just a little bit more. No, that’s too far. Crank it back half a turn counterclockwise. Slowly, slowly. There! Got it!
Scythe
Hundreds of lightyears away from this hellhole, this place still felt all-too familiar. The strangling pressure of the government and their regulations, coupled with the constant threat of “legal” criminal syndicates like the Crimson Skulls, was enough to drive any rational person to the brink of losing their sanity. It’s in this type of environment that this particular Volkoth was molded into the being he was today almost twenty-five years later.
Codename Stormbringer
Few things energized him more than the hunt. The hunt to bring down criminals posing a threat to the Galactic Imperium, and those within its protection. The hunt of those running from the grasp of justice, running from their inevitable fate. Running, from him.