The military force that followed behind her as she entered the parliament building was only partially made up of shifters. Turns out when you have enough military leaders telling soldiers to do something most soldiers follow orders, even if those orders were to help a minister of a rather unpopular party to overthrow the government in a time of crisis. And so on the 28th of Lenial in the year 4387 Kirstin Shaw, supported by both human and shifter soldiers, took over parliament in a military coup. The din inside the parliament was even worse than inside the large council hall. These people had no idea what was going on and no idea what to do about it. They were quite frankly, and quite rightly, freaking out. Shaw pointed her machinegun at the roof and pulled the trigger. In the quiet after the machine gun fire a bullet casing slipped down the marble staircase before her and made a soft tink for each step it traversed. "Everybody remain calm and do not move." Shaw instructed, with
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The tunnel under the lab was dark, the only light source they had was Shrapnel's purple sulphur flame, but Dawson's eyes adapted quickly. It was a narrow square tunnel, barely more than a meter wide. Dawson could hear Shrapnel make that irritated sucking sound next to him. “Stay out of the fight Dawson.” “Owen…” “I mean it.” “I wasn't going to protest.” Dawson sighed. "I was going to tell you not to wait for me, you have a better chance of catching her if you run at full speed." Shrapnel kissed his forehead and then started running. Dawson followed the best he could, but he had no way of keeping up with a shifter's speed and endurance in an unobstructed environment like this. Soon he was left chasing after the disappearing purple light of Shrapnel's flame. --- It wasn't long before Shrapnel spotted the pale artificial light of Life's electric lantern. Life was holding a quick pace, but she wasn't running, and she hadn't noticed him yet. Shrapnel started yelling, intending to call
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Shaw's takeover
The military force that followed behind her as she entered the parliament building was only partially made up of shifters. Turns out when you have enough military leaders telling soldiers to do something most soldiers follow orders, even if those orders were to help a minister of a rather unpopular party to overthrow the government in a time of crisis. And so on the 28th of Lenial in the year 4387 Kirstin Shaw, supported by both human and shifter soldiers, took over parliament in a military coup. The din inside the parliament was even worse than inside the large council hall. These people had no idea what was going on and no idea what to do about it. They were quite frankly, and quite rightly, freaking out. Shaw pointed her machinegun at the roof and pulled the trigger. In the quiet after the machine gun fire a bullet casing slipped down the marble staircase before her and made a soft tink for each step it traversed. "Everybody remain calm and do not move." Shaw instructed, with
Dawson struggled through the underbrush and loose rocks toward the crash site. He had been doing fine. He had shifted back as soon as Owen caught up with them. No blackout, no nothing. And even if he did not have anything to eat he was pretty sure he would have made it back to camp without passing out. But that was before Owen decided to throw him off a demon mid-flight. Believing he was about to die he had shifted again. A pure instinctual panic shift. Now he didn't dare shift back, because then he would surely pass out. Alone. In the forest. Not knowing if Owen was dead or alive. "Damn you, Owen Hollis." he murmured to himself. Not before long he reached the clearing. Fine dirt particles still sailed around in the air and uprooted trees littered the ground. Among it all lay the monstrous shape of Life, sluggishly twisting its broken limbs. Dawson could feel himself smiling. It wasn't exactly a happy smile. If somehow the past Dawson had been able to see that smile he would have
The tunnel under the lab was dark, the only light source they had was Shrapnel's purple sulphur flame, but Dawson's eyes adapted quickly. It was a narrow square tunnel, barely more than a meter wide. Dawson could hear Shrapnel make that irritated sucking sound next to him. “Stay out of the fight Dawson.” “Owen…” “I mean it.” “I wasn't going to protest.” Dawson sighed. "I was going to tell you not to wait for me, you have a better chance of catching her if you run at full speed." Shrapnel kissed his forehead and then started running. Dawson followed the best he could, but he had no way of keeping up with a shifter's speed and endurance in an unobstructed environment like this. Soon he was left chasing after the disappearing purple light of Shrapnel's flame. --- It wasn't long before Shrapnel spotted the pale artificial light of Life's electric lantern. Life was holding a quick pace, but she wasn't running, and she hadn't noticed him yet. Shrapnel started yelling, intending to call
The immediate aftermath of the explosion was chaos. Shifters everywhere fleeing or panicking. It was one of those times when the clear command structure of chemical came in handy. Chemical soldiers giving clear orders helped ease the mass panic, and only a few hours from the disaster a new sort of calm had emerged, one of coping with what had happened. And what had happened? Nobody really knew, a few contradictory rumours were circulating. Shrapnel knew a bit more that the average shifter, and he still had no idea why the mountain exploded. Right now he was too focused on the task at hand to worry about it.
The cafeteria was an ordered chaos
Dawson would have liked to be the kind of person who didn’t abandon others in the face of danger, but he had suffered enough in the hands of the black shifters to know that his courage meant nothing. After all he was just a human, an ant in the world of demons, and he did not want to get squashed because he did not have the sense to hide. After all Kaylin was by far the most powerful person in the room.
Dawson swam underwater until he reached one of the low hanging bushes planted at the edge of the pool. He resurfaced in the shelter of the branches, hoping they would provide enough cover for him to remain hidden. Between the leaves he c
Dawson had to admit he had never understood why some people enjoyed working out. Training for the sake of training seemed tiresome and boring to him. But now, after just short of two weeks of training with Jodie he was finally starting to get it. Now his body moved with ease, his breathing was improved, and he felt healthy. Healthy and strong.
Well that last part was a delusion that quickly left him when he entered the training hall with Jodie. That woman was built like a brick wall. He had been wrong in his initial assumption that she was some sort of a mother figure for Shrapnel. She seemed to be more like the big sister type. The big sist
“Read.” Shrapnel said and dumped a huge pile of books on the table in front of Ramsey.
“Pardon me sir, but aren't we at war?” Ramsey asked.
“So?”
“Isn't it better to spend time training than reading?”
“Tell me Ramsey, how is a war won?”
“I don't know sir.”
“That is because you are thinking like a soldier.” Shrapnel answered. “Now read the books until you can answer the question.”
Ramsey sat down and started sorting through the literature Shrapnel had picked out for him. Shrapnel sat down at the table next to him, recent reports already littering
Life wiped the blood from her hands with a cloth. The only result she had gotten from her research today was two more dead bodies. If things continued like this she would soon need to restock again, and that was always a hassle. If she could only figure out what went wrong. None of the subjects the black faction scouts had brought her had survived as long as Dawson. They all went through the same initial delirious state as the professor did, some survived, some didn’t. But no matter what she did after that it wasn't long before they started bleeding through eyes and ears, and an hour or two later they were dead.
Dawson however had surv
It was the day after Delmar tried to force the matter of Dawson that Ramsey returned to society. Suddenly he stood there in the door of Shrapnel’s office, saluting.
“General Shrapnel, sir! I’m here to report for duty!”
“Welcome back Ramsey.” Shrapnel fell silent, unsure of what to say next. He hadn’t seen his pupil for a week, and he had been too busy to worry about him. It looked like the wild had done him good, though looks could be deceiving. “How was the forest?”
Ramsey shone up in a broad smile.
“It was good, sir!” he exclaimed, a bit too loud. When he realized the miscal
When Dawson woke up he was back in the bed at the rear of Shrapnel’s office. He turned over to find that someone had been thoughtful enough to place a bucket by the bedside. Thankful Dawson threw up in it.
Alerted by the sound Shrapnel rounded the bookcase. He sat down on the bed and stroked Dawson’s back while he evacuated the last of his stomach's contents. He felt weak and drained and his face hurt where Jodie had punched him.
“I hate you.” Dawson grumbled.
He could feel Shrapnel’s hand freeze on his back.
“I don’t hate you, Owen!” Dawson hurried to add. “I just hate shifters.”