I have a question for you. How do you picture Aife and her friends?
Darius was a cabin boy aboard the Flying Dragon, and he hated it. Nothing about his job resembled the stories of pirate life he'd been raised on. He'd never even witnessed a sky battle, though there had been several tussles over rations. Darius blew his hair out of his eyes, scowling down at the half-scrubbed... Continue Reading →
So, I realize I'm really behind on posting these stories. I hope you enjoy the first installment of the audio recordings of the many misadventures of Aife Scamallborn and her mechanical misfits. https://soundcloud.com/amber-ballew-859570098/a-musical-mechanical-mishap-1
I haven't always been this way. Once upon a time, I was just a normal apprentice, hoping to become the next ship's mechanic. I was rubbish, but that didn't kill my dream. I tinkered long into the night, struggling to grasp what made all these machines work. Then one day, Eratosthenes was born. I hadn't... Continue Reading →
The tavern was unusually quiet and peaceful. Only a few shadowy regulars haunted the corner of the bar, but they had started blending into the decor ages ago. The joints in Beatrice's leg were decidedly creaky, but she hardly noticed. Something else was brewing, she could feel it. The red warning light flashing in the... Continue Reading →
I don't know how I get myself into these situations. One day, I've got a perfectly legitimate job repairing customs automatons, the next I'm smuggling counterfeit robot puppies for the crew of the Flying Dragon. Okay, maybe those two things are related. It's not my fault that automaton developed a crush on me! "Why couldn't I... Continue Reading →
“Aife, are you sure this is a good idea?” Eratosthenes squeaked in my ear, steam escaping from behind both his ears with a loud hiss. “See? Even the lizard thinks it’s a bad idea!” Sgt. Reynolds rumbled, tires skidding on loose gravel, “I realize we’re low on funds, but this is a disaster waiting to... Continue Reading →
We rattled into town in a cloud of dust and smoke. The dust couldn’t be helped, but the smoke was pure dramatics. I fixed Sergeant Reynolds’s exhaust months ago, but he insists the smoke is a necessary aspect to a good entrance. I think he just enjoys making people cough. I have to do something... Continue Reading →