Origins: Part 1 – Humble Beginnings Santa Monica Pier, June 2910 “Look, mommy, there’s a spaceship in the sky.” The little boy pointed towards a sleek passenger transport climbing steeply out over the Pacific Ocean. The sky to the west was awash in gradient hues of pink, purple, and orange, as the sun slowly slipped […]
This is the third in a three-part series written by Brackstone, a member of the Star Citizen Organization: Republic of Lorell. Once they are all published, you can read them at Where We Come From. Year: 2947 Natus laughed heartily across the table. “You mean it’s that good?” I sipped my drink calmly. “That’s the […]
– April 16, 2615 – Your vows have broken my heart, Oh, why did you so enrapture me? Now I remain in a world apart, But my heart remains in captivity. Jim Collier sang, so well as he could, slumped against the Diamond Lass’s galley stove. He pushed eggs slowly around in the shallow skillet […]
This is the second in a three-part series written by Brackstone, a member of the Star Citizen Organization: Republic of Lorell. Once they are all published, you can read them at Where We Come From. Year: 2941 It was the perfect plan, the responsible plan. Sign up for four years in the UEE Navy and […]
This is the first in a three-part series written by Brackstone, a member of the Star Citizen Organization: Republic of Lorell. Once they are all published, you can read them at Where We Come From. Year: 2612 Theodore Brackstone ripped the dinner jacket from his arms. What was supposed to be a night of celebration […]
The following takes place in the hours after the Messer Fleet descended on the Republic of Lorell on March 23rd, 2612. For more on the previous events, please see the Republic of Lorell archive document. INN reporter Wolf Larsen was able to piece this further record together from various ship’s logs, and fragments of radio […]
The final installment of Indiegogo fiction, with our profound thanks to all of our supporters. To close out on a bang we made this last one with an extra helping of epic – hope you like it!
Far far away from the wretchedness of Brimstone, a bar in the Sol system is jammed with paramedics, firefighters and rescue pilots. It is a ritual of laughing, telling stories and hard drinking — some to forget, some to re-live wild moments, and some to say last farewells.
The last of the bodies lay sprawled on the pavement; the smell of the dead only adding to the persistent stench of Brimstone. Even by Brimstone standards, it has been a hell of a day…
Hello fiction lovers! Today’s fiction piece is the eighth part of the hosted fiction series Hunted and Hunter, by Dragonfiremalus. Enjoy!
Things have come unraveled; the hunter and hunted alike in a tangle of wrecked ships falling into a distant star. Things were no better at home. In a flash of INN reporting Brimstone jumped to the forefront of galactic media. The Xi’an, the Banu, the UEE, all looking for their pound of flesh. Merc’ bounty […]
They say the world is round, maybe the universe as well. For every life cut short in battle, there is a vulture waiting hungrily to pick the meat from the bones.
Hey INNers, today’s fiction has been written by one of our hosted fiction writers who has migrated his way onto the INN writing staff. Please enjoy another segment from Dragonfiremalus’s Hunted and Hunter series.
The time talking, for planning, for plotting, is over. In the words of Cersei Lannister… “I choose violence.”
Time is running out. The combined might of police and pirates, of empires and military forces, are set on a collision course. Only the final chess pieces to move in the darkness…
The plundering and backstabbing might be all fun and adventure for pirates, but if you are good guy charged with cleaning up the mess, it is a real pain in the ass. And it doesn’t bode well when you’ve pissed off some of the most elite pilots in the ‘verse.
Life is full of games. Some are fun, some are exciting, and some you damn sure better win. Doc had been rolling his dice on one such game, playing against a hardcore opponent who didn’t play nice. When Doc’s dice came up snake-eyes, the results weren’t pretty.
There’s the stealing, there’s the killing, but all that is fun and games. That doesn’t pay the bills or fuel the ships. At the end of the day you better have a buyer or the most priceless prize is just dead weight. When you find yourself neck-deep in some tense negotiations, its always good to […]
The last thing Doc needed was a reminder of ‘that night’ – the night the sky was swallowed in a hellish vortex of energy. The night that devoured half of Brimstone. But the breadcrumbs that spilled from a frozen severed head lead a twisting path to the bottom of Mine 3, where the Xi’An were […]
Yeah we get pushed around by the bad guys: the criminals, the Vanduul, every slimeball in the ‘verse that wants to take away our property, our worlds, our freedom. We’re supposed to be the good guys, the compassionate ones. But some days you just gotta pull the covers off the gatling guns… and push back. […]