A short story where a handful of the author’s main characters get together at a coffee shop.
Tag: Subject 15
Subject 15: Ch 30 – Final Chapter
“The fuck you mean the reactor’s off the charts?” the general screamed into his phone. Alarms echoed against the concrete tunnels in a deafening roar. The structure shook, and dust scuttled through the ceiling tiles. A low moan of steel giving and a loud crack reverberated through his very bones. It had been months since…
Subject 15: Ch 29
NSFW: Erotica A gaping maw yawned at his feet. He tripped back from the gravesite as the white coffin descended the black hole. Dirt broke away from the sidewall. He slid, crashing into slimy sludge. A hollow scream of death threatened to burst his eardrums as he fought to get out of the mire. Something…
Subject 15: Ch 28
Ishan Orlov lay awake in his bed. He was numb and hollow. He had cried himself empty until his eyes were puffy and raw. His room and the palace had been cleared for some time. The first rays of dawn were colouring the sky pink and gold. He had not been informed since Fane had…
Subject 15: Ch 27
TW: Death There had not been as much improvement with the regiment in the past month as Fane had hoped. Running speed and shot accuracy had improved; however, many social and cultural traditions impeded progress at every turn. Fane rolled in bed, burying his face in his pillow. His brain refused to let him sleep…
Subject 15: Ch 26
Fane woke to a throbbing headache. The last thing he remembered was walking into a dance club with Shelly, Ajay, and the prince. The sky shifted to a soft grey in the window, jasmine dancing against the pane. He scrambled to sit up. “Oh, crap! I’m going to be late.” He threw on his palace…
Subject 15: Ch 25
“You got a glitch?” Marjorta grabbed Fane by the shoulders to steady him. Ishan muttered, “Nope, might be a bit tipsy, though.” “You both went and got smashed before a raid?” Her crisp voice made Fane wince. “He’ll be fine in a minute. Mind setting the parameters to not be gore?” Ishan pointed to the…
Subject 15: Ch 24
“Hey, Fane!” Shelly barely knocked on the door before opening it with a crash. Fane flinched at the woman’s blunt intrusion during his meditation time. “Good evening to you too, Shelly.” She flounced onto his rug, her lavender skirts ballooning out on the antique red Persian. Bright eyes stared at him intently, keeping Fane from…
Subject 15: Ch 23
“Is this what you do in the evenings when I leave you here?” Fane leaned against Prince Orlov’s doorframe to watch the man hacking and slashing at the air in his Nurvo Gear. “You were the one who asked way back when what I enjoyed doing. This lets me have friends without all the social…
Subject 15: Ch 22
“You want me to believe this djinn newb has never played in a gear before? At that level?” A built half-orc woman looked the party up and down. “He works out on the regular. You run a gym, Marjorta. You know how this goes for Black Parrot patrons.” Ishan pulled a tankard of ail out…
Chapel Orahamm 