Tatter: Chapter Nine

Previous chapter Tyser Lanning woke with a start and spat blood. Pain pulsated irregularly throughout his body. His face, swelling and slick with red. Hands, bound with synthetic ties. A man leaned back on a chair, feet up on a wide wooden table set before the prisoner, carving a pomegranate with a glistening combat knife.… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter Nine

Tatter: Chapter Eight

Previous chapter Three seconds after the doors of the medical bay closed a pistol slammed into the side of Lanning's head. He dropped like a ragdoll. Ryard stood rooted to his shadow. Fear, paralytic. He gazed to the left and beheld a large man, around six foot two, broad-shouldered, muscular, sunburnt and garbed in antiquated… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter Eight

Tatter: Chapter Seven

Previous chapter The high moon illuminated the ragged men who tersely walked the parameter of the newly installed cistern, checking the moss-borne satellite jammers and scrying the far ambit of the forest through the nascent darkness. Shaded footsteps and the crack of a branch sounded in the short-distance. A tenebrous form took shape through the… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter Seven

Tatter: Chapter Six

Previous chapter There was no sound within the dim-lit azure room, save the labored breaths of the captives. A man and a women knelt upon the ground, recovering from stupor, nude and bound at the neck, hands and ankles by scandium restraints, beside a great pool that stretched nearly the entire length of the room,… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter Six

Tatter: Chapter Five

Previous chapter Ryard Vancing stood next to the small, compact fertilizer canisters within the near-empty agri-tech compound, looking up at the dim orange sky through the ceiling's gleamless hexagonal lattices. The local medical operator crawled up to the man with a dull clattering, its soft, flexile exoskeleton the color of shale. Voice emulator ejecting a… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter Five

Tatter: Chapter Four

Previous chapter Vera Straker tensely strode the grand hall of Kryos Industries' Progenitor base. Her first time in the new wing of the compound since its completion. The sleek, uniformly concave corridors rose high and bright, creamy off-white, save the small brackish dots tucked within the thin, smooth, soaring crenellations; the alcoves of the ever-present… Continue reading Tatter: Chapter Four