Slick hasn't eaten for days. The swaying of the small scout ship doesn't bother him, but he is too nervous to think about food. The gnawing in his stomach isn't letting him forget about it though. Succumbing to his animal instincts, he descends into the hold to find something palatable.Read More
As she sat up in her bed, the room around her began to transform. The solid oak door grew translucent, and soft light of every imaginable color danced on the surface. The chirp of accordions and the whistle of a calliope beckoned to her from beyond the walls. A well of childlike glee overtook her and gave her a burst of energy. She no longer felt so exhausted.Read More
The shop was cramped and dimly lit, but Vault was used to that kind of establishment. The layers of dust were only visible by the sunlight from a tiny window at the top of the basement wall. The rot guaranteed it would never open again. The ceiling was decorated, in the loosest sense, with a disparate collection of gear. Most of it was junk, but he couldn't help letting his eyes poke around above him.Read More
"If you're feeling up to it, we can walk there. Might do you some good." He flipped the sawed-off over his shoulder and dropped it into its sling.
"No way, man. My head still feels like it's been through a meat grinder. Are you sure that doctor of yours knew what he was doing?"Read More
"I can't keep doing this," she sighed defeatedly. "The neighbors are still complaining from last time, and frankly, I don't have the stomach for it anymore."
"Then stop calling me at four in the morning. You know what a 4am call means, don't you?"Read More