“Eggs.” I poked more grass off the nest, observing the mottled blue orbs impassively. Sergeant Bruce T’shano leaned over my shoulder, his furry ears silhouetted against the blue sky. “Y’up. Th—se a’re eggs,” he replied, equally impassive. (Click to Read More)
It was always a pain understanding Bruce over the radio. “Can you repeat that, Sergeant?” (Click to continue reading.)
“So what’s the plan? We do have a plan, right?” (Click to continue reading.)
Kenny careened through the hallways, sliding on polished concrete as he whipped around corners. More millipede robots stared at him as he passed; some even turned to follow. But he didn’t notice. His ears were too full of the pounding of his own heart. (Click to continue reading.)
“Kenny? Kenny, are you still there? Kenny!” (Click to continue reading.)
The sky swirled unnaturally for miles above the human city, black clouds spitting sickly light and cracks of thunder. Queen gripped her scythe, eyes red with rage as she hovered on wings of fire. (Click to continue reading.)
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