Off the Books (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The worn down motel provided all of the discretion that Detective Clip had planned for and counted on, the walkway outside a dull glow of the morning sun and cheap neon trim. The bathroom smelled of the faint mixture of bleach and mildew, an eternal...
Confidence in Night (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The Synth's facial display, with little fanfare, toggled from entirely blank to single points of light for each eye as she woke up in the middle of the night. The faintest pinpricks of expression glowing out into her otherwise empty quarters from...
Hull Breach (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The Synth's left hand was occupied with maintaining a firm grip to the control console's anchoring beam, while his right hand dashed across the buttons and touchpads. The ship had provided the warning of only a moment's lurch before a quarter of the...
Lunch by Venn Diagram (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The badger's stomach grumbled loudly as she looked up from her phone. "Okay. So, I don't see anything that's obviously great for all of us, so I'll start listing the places that might work?", tapping at her screen a bit, "Say something if there's a...
Conclusions (Otherwise Untitled)
~ The Synth could only hear what was felt amongst the frame of the ship and up through their seat. It was difficult to see much of the controls or what was left of the cockpit over the flames and glow of metal being abraded from portions of the ship. A...
Synthetic Scaling
You've seen it before in its full function as the face of the increasingly prevalent synth species. you've also heard of what a loose mask synth can do.
Shadow Stalkers: Thymion Pt. 14
''as much as i would enjoy seeing my father decimate the entirety of the synth species after what they did to rosemary, i will heed your advice. she lost a wing because of them. but back to the point at hand...