Izel and the Captain – scene
The hold of the Requiem was Dusan’s sanctuary of order and decay. Here, the chaos of the biomass was harnessed, the jagged shards of corrupted Spectrocite humming with a malevolent,…
The hold of the Requiem was Dusan’s sanctuary of order and decay. Here, the chaos of the biomass was harnessed, the jagged shards of corrupted Spectrocite humming with a malevolent,…
The door to his private chambers slid open with a pneumatic hiss, the sound grating on Dusan’s already frayed nerves. The bridge had been a symphony of minor crises—a failing…