Solomon Fayde

CHAPTER 30 – NOT DEAD YET

CHAPTER 30 – NOT DEAD YET

There was a buzzing. It thrummed in his head, throbbing at his temples with a dull, tone-deaf ache. The buzzing didn’t come from anywhere because it was everywhere. It was inside him, rattling every bone in his body like the wings of bot fly until he was numb...

CHAPTER 29 – RETRIBUTION

CHAPTER 29 – RETRIBUTION

He looked back at the cacophony of light from which he traveled; squinting as he did, he could feel the muted warmth of tears slide down his weather beaten face. They weren’t tears of sorrow or joy, they were those of necessity, as are all things born of the wastes. He flicked a finger across his cheek as if he were shooing away a fly, then turned and continued on his way...

CHAPTER 23 – KEEP ON RUNNIN'

CHAPTER 23 – KEEP ON RUNNIN'

Solomon armed sweat from his brow. He limped along beside the hulking form of his companion and as he glanced up, he wished they could find some shade...

CHAPTER 22 – MEET ME ON THE OUTSIDE OF HELL'S REACH

CHAPTER 22 – MEET ME ON THE OUTSIDE OF HELL'S REACH

 

“Solomon, should I comply?”

Solomon looked at the barrel of the cell shooter trained on him, and then into the eyes of the man who held it, before he spoke. What he saw was enough to make up his mind...

CHAPTER 21 – UNLIKELY PAIR

CHAPTER 21 – UNLIKELY PAIR

Solomon consulted the faint glow of the data slate he held in his hand. Tiny letters scrawled out across its surface listed a myriad of mundane items: 16 meters of copper wire, 5 kilograms of rubber hose or scrap, 100 kilograms of techcrete (not mixed)…

CHAPTER 19 – BROKEN

CHAPTER 19 – BROKEN

Where… Where am I?

He tried to shift his weight, but couldn’t move. Pain coursed through his body like searing blood, and the air was thick with the weight of deep isolation...

CHAPTER 14 – PRISONER

CHAPTER 14 – PRISONER

Synthien underground complex

Time unknown

2.134.889 AF

The flare lay where Helena had dropped it, hissing and spitting, emitting a hollow red glare. The sounds it made faded as Solomon stepped through the portal and left the maze of underground corridors behind.

 

CHAPTER 13 – RUNNING SCARED

CHAPTER 13 – RUNNING SCARED

Not yet, he willed, we’re almost there. And then Helena fell.

Oh gods no, was all Solomon had time to think before he saw the flames bearing down on them. In two – maybe three – heartbeats they would be incinerated, and only a few short paces from escape...

CHAPTER 12 – ABYSS

CHAPTER 12 – ABYSS

He had been right to move quickly. No sooner had Solomon crossed the threshold with Helena on his heels, than the portal lumbered shut. It didn’t close quickly, but clanged into place with a finality that stole away all hope - it wouldn’t budge. And when it closed, it brought utter darkness that swallowed the weak light had followed them in...

CHAPTER 11 – INTO THE LION'S DEN

CHAPTER 11 – INTO THE LION'S DEN

The wind whistled and moaned as it crept past the abandoned waystation. It sounded tortured, like a dying animal taking its last fitful breaths. Solomon and Helena heard it and were thankful to finally have a barrier between it and themselves - be it a crumbling wall on the brink of collapse or no...

CHAPTER 10 – BEHIND ENEMY LINES

CHAPTER 10 – BEHIND ENEMY LINES

All morning the distant sounds of battle had rolled across the dingy landscape. Solomon could hear the ghostly howls of laser shot, and the low thudding boom of mortar impacts far away in the south. All hell was breaking loose somewhere out there, and to him, it was oddly comforting...

CHAPTER 6 – CAUGHT BETWEEN

CHAPTER 6 – CAUGHT BETWEEN

The sun crested the seam of the horizon and spilled its orange glow across the retreating velvet night sky. Color seeped back into the landscape, and in shades, the twilight expanse lightened until it gradually came back to a semblance of life. In the gloom it had remained hidden, but with the growing light what emerged from the darkness took Solomon’s breath away...

CHAPTER 3 – PURSUIT

CHAPTER 3 – PURSUIT

The sun had gone past its peak over two hours ago, and on its synthside journey, was no less potent for it. Solomon felt the sweat beading on his brow and resisted the urge to arm it away. He was of the waste-folk; the sun and heat were brother and sister to him, to show an ounce of weakness in the presence of a stranger simply wouldn’t do...