Weerax

Although the dome was keeping the heat of the desert at bay, the light from the sun was passing thru unhindered. As the sun began to set, the darkness was slowly falling upon the settlement as well. The nights on the planet were especially cold, even inside the dome – it was heat resistant, but was pretty much useless against the frost of the desert nights. People were effectively shutting every possible hole, crack, crevice and slit they could find. Some of them were even lighting fires inside their homes to keep them warm during the night. There weren’t any clocks inside the village to alert people of the descending darkness, so

‘Oh, look – a witch!’ They were on their way back to the crash site, near the place where they first entered the dome. Ann was standing not far away from them, looking scared and uncertain. She was clasping the brim of her hat above her face to cover it, but failed to realize her white hair was still flowing down her spine unrestrained. She stood in one place, unwilling to approach her newfound friends. A thousand thought raced thru her mind, ranging from “Did they see me?”, “How do I get out of that mess?” to “I wonder if a sandwich would do the trick?” Maybe there weren’t a thousan

‘First thing’s first,’ Kara said, putting her hands on the table in an almost business manner, ‘we should try and salvage the FTL from the Poppy.’ They had been engaging in small talk for quite some time now, in order to make Ann feel more comfortable with her new position as well as getting to know their new companion. Annette O’Sage was not originally from this planet – it seemed as if she crashlanded here some time ago, although the witch did not specify when exactly. She had had the sand powers all her life, but the “reading-minds-stuff” had appeared recently. These newfound abilities

A medium-sized metal plate stirred and flew away from the ship wreckage. Amongst the debris, a red-headed girl with tattered clothes and bruised face emerged, swearing like an overgrown redneck brat. ‘Fiddlesticks,’ Kara exclaimed in the end, ‘the P.S.G. got busted!’ She rather liked that invention of hers, probably because it saved her skinny butt on numerous occasions, or perhaps because it was the first thing she managed to design and create herself. Whatever the reason, Kara felt almost heartbroken when she concluded the state of her shield was terrible, irreparable. She looked around to find herself standing erec

‘Owen, you’re being bloody ridiculous.’ Kara addressed him in a completely calm voice, despite the unpleasant situation they were in. The newly-bought part had malfunctioned and dropped them out of hyperspace, for one. For two, they were on a collision course with the nearest planet, which, as fate would have it, was a gas giant. It wasn’t so important that it was made mostly out of super-heated gas than the fact that it was, indeed, giant. Due to the sudden malfunction, several key systems went offline as well, steering including. Amidst the turmoil, the not-ferret was standing next to her in the cockpit, gazing upon

Ten more hours. Just ten more hours until she reached the next planet. It could have been worse, she thought. She could have been forced to travel for ten more years instead of those ten hours. Luckily, she had been able to purchase an operational hyperdrive during her last docking back on Point 128. It wasn’t fully operational, at least not yet, but she got it quite cheap. And, as the word goes, she didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. She was actually pretty proud of her new acquisition and pretty excited to be able to work on an actual hyperdrive. Hyperdrives were a rare commodity, since only a handful of species had managed

Glorious times they were Times of songs, of light and of love Bells tolled Birds flocked Times of clouds with lining silver Yet times twisted The Sun went out Blood and sweat drilled the skies As a lightning flashed Nature grumbled Beasts raved The soil got soaked in blood And the gods went mute War! A word so foul Onto our hearts loomed like a dark cloud…

        It was a dim dark hour in the late afternoon. The sun was on its way behind the horizon, but its faint light was still pouring over the meadows. There was no sign of wind, which made the thin mist, descended upon the land into an even greater nuisance. What was once a smooth water vapour, was now on its way of becoming a heavy fog, as the only beams penetrating it were fading away. Amidst nature's veil, deep in the tranquil oak forest, a flickering light from a campfire was present. There, on a gloomy meadow, around the cracking flames, were two men, lying on the soft grass. The elder one wa