Sci Fi
Tales of the Sentinel Space Guard
I pledged my entire life to keep the LB-1 Ship safe from all dangers in the Universe and on the ship. Being a Sentinel Space Guard was the best job anyone could ever had hoped to get. This job is not an easy one; physically demanding, mentally draining, and requires you to see and do some dirty things but you are the most respected person in the community, and everyone looks up to you. All I ever wanted to be when I was little was a Sentinel Space Guard. The first time I heard about them was in my third-grade physics class; we had to start thinking of what courses to take next and those courses would determine what career you were headed to at the end of your high school graduation. I wanted to be like the legendary Sentinel, David Sullivan, who single handedly rescued the refugees of planet Soran from the Multi’s invasion. He didn’t give up, even after he slowly started venting oxygen, he saved every one of those refugees and brought them on board the LB-1.
By Dante Maroni 5 years ago in Fiction
SPINS
Chapter Five Day 2 - in an Alien Murder Investigation Let’s go home? I had recently lived with my mother, the indomitable retired RCMP Assistant Commissioner Tracy Dominion, during her health crisis, but I now spent the majority of my off-time with Jack. After working together on the previous homicide investigation involving aliens, Jack and I had become close after he had gone back to running the Vancouver RCMP homicide department, and I to run the Burnaby homicide detachment. Was his apartment my…our…new home? A home we were making together?
By Roxanne Barbour5 years ago in Fiction
Eon
Pushing away from the worn terminal, Trevor stares at the ceiling, bitter sor rowful tears filling the brim of his eyes. A quivering hand with a cigarette wrapped between his index and middle fingers makes another journey to his arid lips. Gale force winds crash into the beacon house with a ferocity he has never seen before. Lightning illuminated the skies for split seconds before being swallowed by the oppressive darkness, followed by a deep rolling thunder. The storm was not the reason for the pit of hopelessness inside of his belly; Like blood being drained from a butchered animal turned upside down, he can feel all hope leave his soon-to-be cadaver.
By Alex Griffin5 years ago in Fiction
It Was All They Knew
By the year 2XXX, the land was smoke and fire. Buildings stood empty, crumbling slowly to the ground. Streets were littered with debris and scarred by battle. Weeds sprouted through the cracks in the rubble before being choked in the air. This was no longer a world for the living.
By R P Gibson5 years ago in Fiction
Don't Make Me Go Back
David shot up and gasped for breath, flailing in what appeared to be a bathtub of thick water. The last he knew he was at the resort, about to step in to the pool. Julie was in there already, waiting. Had he fallen in? But this water was cold, and these lights…
By R P Gibson5 years ago in Fiction
Flight from Kuat
Sabrond had lost track of the battle by the time the “Imperial” reinforcements arrived behind her task force; whatever those rectangular blocks with engines were, they certainly weren’t ships. And while Commander Martins might’ve bragged on and on about their firepower, they already had all the firepower they could possibly need aboard the Derriphan. What they really needed were support ships, and carriers to reinforce fighter screens. The defenses of the Invoker had fallen, and the last she’d heard from Captain Ixeh was the stubborn order that they would never abandon ship, never surrender. Then a series of transmissions between Commander Martins and an unknown Vigilante commander had begun, with Martins seemingly trying to negotiate an armistice. As if that could work. The Vigilantes were trapped, and they knew it; the shipyards blocked them in front, not to mention the massive anti-capital emplacements on the orbital ring itself that shredded any Vigilante ships that entered range, while the Imperial fleet encircled them from the back and front. And so the Vigilantes fought, struck out like a trapped animal with nowhere to go, and they were winning. Several of the pathetic Imperial defenders’ ships had already fallen under Vigilante control or influence; those fools were ready to negotiate their lives and safety for their ships.
By Execuclipse the Eternal5 years ago in Fiction
The Gateway
APOLLO ARCHIVE STATION LOG: The following are collected logs from within and around the St. Louis area during the initial invasion period in November of 2021. These entries are from before the formation of the EOE and therefore do not reflect the current state of affairs on Earth. Please take caution while reading.
By N.J. Folsom5 years ago in Fiction
The Guardian Hives
The Guardian Hives began to stir. They were situated at the edges of the thick, humid forest. The Hives protected the inhabitants of the Planet of Flowers from any intruders, as well as supplying them with food. The wasps pollinated the trees that brought them fruit and nuts. The honey was used for food, as well as soothing wounds. The Hives were attached to the oldest trees on the planet. The Hives had grown along with the trees, so the stories told.
By Varian Ross5 years ago in Fiction
