The landing craft was filled with portable equipment for the short journey down to the surface of the planet. The whole crew came down for the landing, the shipboard navigation was keeping the ship in orbit and the rarely used astrogation bot was sitting at the controls in case of an autopilot failure.
“Hey, guys. Is the nav light supposed to blink purple when in orbit?” A metallic voice chimed over the landing craft speakers. “I may need an update but I don’t know how long that will take.” Continue reading
“Well, that wasn’t a complete waste of time at least.” Elinog sighed as he fiddled with the tech he was installing in the Dominiot’s cargo hold. “We have wide coordinates that encompass enough uncharted systems that it would take an earth year to survey. And that’s if we’re lucky.” There was an acrid smell as Elinog cried out in surprise. “I thought I told you to turn off the power to this section!”
Allie looked at the switch bay she was leaning next to. “It is off. The problem might be the switch bay if you’ve got power.”
Blavet sighed. “I told you it wasn’t the flux buffer. Now the new one is shorted and the old one can’t go in until we fix the switch bay.” He turned the conversation back to the start. “So, I’ve been looking into it and we can get paid for every planet we survey in sector N1XZW. There’s some old spacer stories about misfortune befalling anyone who goes there. Anyone who has been assigned that sector was suddenly transferred to another sector within a week.” Continue reading
Elinog, a purple and violet salaman with bulbous eyes dressed in mechanic’s overalls, spoke over the ship comm to Blavet. “You better come see this Blavet, the planet we were supposed to go to isn’t there anymore.”
Blavet sat up straight in bed and smacked the comm button with the heel of the hand at the end of his leg. His tail twitched anxiously, like a cat’s. “What do you mean it’s not there anymore? Is there debris?”
“It’s hard to explain, just get up here.” Elinog responded, then the static cut out as the comm shut off. Continue reading
These are descriptions of my Fantasy setting I’ve been calling Nevrelocke Universe. These are original stories inspired by playing role-playing games like D&D and HARP that take place in a setting that I’ve come up with. On the surface, these stories don’t seem to have any connection but they all take place in a single timeline in locations that are connected to each other. Continue reading
[The eradication of the Erdaz has completed. The Kindness and The Jester meet up on a small planet near to Nevre.]
“Jester,” Simisola began, “I feel that before we took to the stars things were more simple.”
The Jester walked two alcoholic beverages to the table and set them down. “Well, perhaps it was, but I find it more exciting this way.” He leaned back and took a long pull of his beverage. “Sometimes I miss knowing every important person, but the urge to find someone newly important, someone new. That is more exhilarating than knowing who’s next well in advance.”
Simisola downed half of her drink. “The way this galaxy is, there isn’t a lot of kindness around. I get to shine an even brighter light on a person’s day in comparison to the darkness, but it gets me down sometimes. Like my purpose on that front is fruitless and unachievable.” Continue reading
A large Erdaz roared in pain and collapsed onto the ground. The strange amalgamation of muscles gripped in their death throes. A giant boulder had landed on the creature’s neck, breaking it in twain. Dozens of soldiers rushed away from the impact zone. In death an Erdaz began to slowly release all of the life force it had absorbed so sometimes soldiers who had been wounded would have their wounds closed as the Erdaz died, but if you were caught under the falling Erdaz there was no saving you.
Kemp slowly approached Amir, smiling wearily. “Well, friend. That’s one more down.” His smile became a grimace, “the casualties were high this time. We lost several dozen veterans.” Continue reading
The rasaz hail from the mostly-molten planet Rasazakina. They live on the southern pole where the planet has most of its solid landmass. Experts are unsure as to why exactly so much of the surface has refused to cool and harden.
Ape-like in appearance the rasaz usually have red-hued fur and are around eight feet tall. Unlike earth gorillas their chests are covered with fur. They are slow for their size; at walking speed a human can easily keep up with a walking rasaz. Their arms are strong enough to rip the arms off almost any other species in the galaxy, but the rasaz that does this is considered to have gone mad. The female of the species is slightly larger and stronger. Xenologers have stated this evolved in the ancient past when the males would be required to defeat a rasaz female in order to mate with them.
While they are mostly pacifists many species still think of them as hostile and reckless. There are many rasaz who act as mercenaries and bounty hunters, ruining the reputation of the species as a whole.
One famous rasaz was given a honor medal for saving the lives of fifty children by holding up the broken support beam at the center of a mixed-species daycare for an hour. Unfortunately the medal was awarded posthumously because the rest of the building collapsed before she could be saved.