Jack of Harts

Jack twisted his stick and thrusters flared them around a few pieces of tumbling wreckage. Jack slammed the throttle forward, and engines roared tongues of blue fusion flame behind him. They accelerated towards the British vanguard, and Jack smiled with[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…

“The Shang are painting us with sensor sweeps,” Betty reported and glanced towards one of the displays where it showed a complex diagram of colors. “We’re scattering and jamming below detection levels. But I think they’re getting suspicious.” “Prepare to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…

The crosshairs flashed on his target. He pulled the trigger. The solid slug blew clear through his target and deep into the stairs behind it. Bits of warbot sprayed all over the stairwell and stone splintered behind it. “Good shot,”[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…

“I’ve got your back, John,” Cassie said. His displays flashed with recommendations and target locks. “Never doubted it for a second,” Christensen said and sprang back to his feet. He lined the rifle in his right hand up on one[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…

Malcolm McDonnell grew up in a world before Contact, when we still thought we were alone in the universe. Then the Peloran brought medicines that nearly wiped out diseases, and extended the human lifespan into the centuries. They helped us[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…