The soil was firm underfoot. She kept pace as the other three sliced through. The green shoots began to thin out. Through the veil of flora, Serpe could see that crooked tree sitting on the hilltop. Ranger had detailed it perfectly. The knots on the wood and the breeze that bent the branches back. Each leaf at their tip standing to attention in the wind.
The rest of them stooped, bodies low behind what remained of the forest. She forced herself to crouch, hand tight around the crutch. Her skin burned pale. The wood started to slice into her palm. She was foolish. Soldiers do not hinder the team. If you have to die, you don't take anyone down with you. She slid her hand down the crutch, skin slippery with blood as the jagged wood slashed at her. Agonizing pain, stretched and unrelenting. Grunts seethed through gritted teeth and flared nostrils. "Quiet back there," Isoline told her with a glare over her shoulder. Her cane began to tremble. She should have stayed on the ship. This was pride. Krei's poison. But that Human nurse had a serum. If they had all stayed together, all stayed on the mission, everything would have been fine. Instead... Instead...
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Black Hole Heartbeat
Science FictionBlack Hole Heartbeat is Star Wars if the stormtroopers didn't miss all the time. Like Cowboy Bebop meets Butch and Sundance, or Guardians of the Galaxy in the style of Pulp Fiction. Self confessed thief of ill repute, Elizabeth Ranger, runs head fi...
