Recent content by Laranil Sylverian

As the navigation system announced to the shuttle’s passengers that arrival was imminent, Laranil looked up from her datapad and out the viewport, cup to lips as if just levitating it without a sip. Oshima Station in the distance, closing in, was more big than it was ominous. That’s where we...

The Diamond Eye, an Iota-class attack shuttle, drifted in from the distance, though it was bereft of the purpose to attack with. Combat wasn’t its mission. Rather, its passengers were on a diplomatic mission wherein a meeting between factions might just lead to the promise of profit for the only...

Her day began basically the same way as yesterday and other days. Open the door donned in the uniform and it wasn’t so intricate. There was no bow. There was no red. There was no black. There was no medal pinned to her breast. No sigil of House Sylverian on her chest. Hers was the uniform of...

It was a new day—if the same day as before. One more morning like the former. As early as any other. The same space with four walls, eight corners, one window, one door, one ceiling. One pillow. One woman. Alone. Head resting on hands, elbows bent, gaze ahead, blue eyes on white, blinking...