RPG_DLSU One Shots

Before the Strike The party ship had stopped pretending it was flying normally. It was still moving. The engines were still running, the inertial dampers were still holding, and the navigation display continued to paint a clean vector toward Peak of Evening. But everything about the ship's motion had changed. There was no leisurely cruise now. No one was wandering between stations. Harnesses were secured. Weapons were within reach. Systems displays had been reduced to the information that mattered. The moon filled most of the forward display. Pale pink. Almost beautiful. A dark metallic structure was embedded across a section of its surface, the station's artificial lights cutting geometric patterns into the surrounding rock. Even from this distance, the scale was difficult to judge. Peak of Evening wasn't a single building so much as an industrial settlement built into the moon itself. And somewhere inside it was a crystalline ship that had no business being there. Cat sto...

THE NIGHT LAND Part Two: The Wastes Static-Locker The Wastes had gone quiet. Not peaceful. Quiet. The difference was in what was missing. There were usually sounds out here. Small autonomous machines ticking through the rubble. Distant impacts from collapsing structures. Wind worrying at loose sheet metal. The occasional electrical crackle from a buried system that had somehow retained enough charge to remain dangerous. Now there was only the wind. It moved dust through the broken foundations in thin grey streams. Theris noticed first. She raised one hand. The others stopped. Elorin stood with his pack high against his shoulders, blond hair tied back against the wind. His coat was already dirty from the road. The sleeves had been rolled to his forearms, exposing the darkened skin around his wrists where grease and chemical residue had settled into the creases. Shinjo stood a little behind him. Red hair stirred across his forehead. Yosef looked at the ground. Theris looked at all of the...