Hey! Seven beauties in one shift! Great finish to the season, huh? I’m working down the seam next day, all dust and arc lights in the low gravity and no-air. Been a good session; caz-bag containing gorgeous crystals – seven beauties fresh from the workings. And I’m returning to the living module to change out my airsuit for the off-shift. Yukkk!  People in the cabin. Trio of raiders wrecking the place, searching. I’m straight shot with a faza stream – sliced my suit open… and

"Foundling" - First in the Epic Fantasy Saga "Realms of Kyre" The Reader's Haven Society, dropped me a few lines recently... "I started reading about this mysteriously ripped swamp-man with zero memory and an attitude problem, and suddenly my coffee went cold because I was too busy whispering “oh no, I already love him.” The whole injured warrior, unknown language, dragged-into-chaos thing hits that perfect sweet spot between mythic, gritty, and “I will rearrange kingdoms if

There's no living outside The Dome on this world... yet... A ping at the iris door. I looked. It spiralled open. Unusual to have anyone entering the works unit from that direction. Especially without anyone confirming the release of the locks. Must be someone official,  I thought. But it was too far away, across all the equipment and workers’ heads to see who came in. It wasn’t my place to investigate visitors: I’m merely Operations Gaffer today, and this wasn’t my usual area