Bryce Forgue
Bio
Teacher, Historian, Aspiring Sci Fi Author
Stories (9/0)
Money on the Move
Money on the Move: Once the veil was pierced the Gungnir and its fleet found itself in a new realm devoid of solid detail. The warp field generated by the Crimson Matter reaction sent the fleet into phase-space, the outer skin of the universe that encased it from the featureless and timeless outside.
By Bryce Forgue5 months ago in Fiction
Carving Out a New Home
The Garden Habitat of the Ship Minoa: Patel Frazier had spent all of his teenage years becoming a mechanical engineer. He expected, when he received his assignments after he finished major school, to work within the walls and tunnels of the Minoa, not in the habitat modules with the biological ‘machinery’. And yet here he was, making his way to the grotto where Captain Novak was enjoying the company of his pet Owl.
By Bryce Forgue5 months ago in Fiction
The Gungnir Takes Flight
Part 1: The Helmsmen The Counterweight Cantina was a multi-story lounge and restaurant that was nestled inside a smoothed grey and red asteroid that formed the space-side high end of South Polar Tower. It was the fastest place to get a drink and a bite to eat since it was mostly staffed by androids, except for several of the cooks and one advising floor manager. Skrilxya had been here once as a child and was back again nearly a decade later. She remembered a pastry she had ordered: a large slice of lemon cake, and she paired it with a piping green tea.
By Bryce Forgue6 months ago in Fiction
All Saints in the Shallows
Weathered faces made of dampened wood and bleached stone stared silently from the water toward the shore. They never moved or spoke, and no one ever assumed they would. The only sound that could be heard around them was the lapping water and the blustery wind from old and cold Lake Vern. But sometimes, the wind carried a voice that many called the chant of the Water-Saints.
By Bryce Forgue7 months ago in Horror
Clerical Choices 3
Second Commissioner Skrilxya Yonamey and Third Commissioner Ben Rikaron have narrowly saved their mission to escort Grand Master Landings to his new Archbishopric. Sheriff Keltos realized he was in a bind, with his guards bludgeoned and Governor Opalton awaiting results. What had started as a sabotage had turned into a sham, and if everything went smoothly, Skrilxya and Ben were looking to complete their mission without error. The only unknown is how the wiley ruler of I’yrcon would react to his agent’s failure...
By Bryce Forgue7 months ago in Fiction
Clerical Choices 2
Chapter 2 The Sheriff worked quickly to round up the Grand Master and his escort, who kept their identities hidden for the time being. They used their right to remain silent in the face of the law. It was an old but well respected tradition that had lasted until the modern day. And it was the first of a few ways that Skrilxya and Ben would remain undercover even when that cover was nearly blown.
By Bryce Forgue9 months ago in Fiction
Clerical Choices
It is the year 3885, two years after the end of the fifty year war between the Mind Empire of Hame and the Alios Protectorate. Without an outside threat to focus on, the Human and Alien peoples bound only by faith and commerce in the Mind Empire are beginning to fracture and squabble for power among themselves. To stop the growing discontent, the Navy remained active in its role as space security for the Empire and commissioned new officers to replace the dead and retired of the old command. Skrilxya Yonamey and Benjamin Rikaron are two of these officers. A former combat-master Sergeant of the Malluman Auxiliaries whose kind rarely receive a position in fleet command and an witty, adaptable, bridge adjutant from the human gentry slated for promotion. Skrilxya and Ben find themselves in need of the other's perspective or else their latest escort mission will end in political disaster.
By Bryce Forgue10 months ago in Fiction
Amy's Locket
Amy was heavy with emotion, and she thought that is must be how the ship would feel if it could feel things. The last cruise ship out of Miami, Florida was the freshly renamed Harbinger of the Seas, and it was full to breaking with anxious passengers. They had crammed on board trying to leave the sweltering and sinking state, only to be crowded ten people to a four-person cabin and sharing a thin supply of food for breakfast and dinner. No lunch. And everyone on board was still waiting to hear from the captain where they would make landfall.
By Bryce Forgue11 months ago in Fiction
