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Remember when I said Act 19 of Guardium was coming this weekend? Well .... It did today! Snippet incoming, but first I have a question: would you guys be interested in smaller short story submissions? I have a few, but I'm not sure if I should do a compilation or something else. Let me know!

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“Comet Water?” said Aero to Shaintro mid-conversation.

“Well, methane-infused water. Sol is unaware of what this station produces on the side.”

Aero asked, “Where?” only for Shaintro’s sly finger pointing down to give him enough play to make up his own mind. “Far out.”
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Very far, indeed. You cannot beat the taste of Neptune.”
Shaintro guzzled his glass bottle of the stuff; its garish logo scripture proved that Maiorian heiroglyphics could look as tacky as any assortment of Earth’s languages. He swallowed. “I ask you to keep this a secret, Champion Sol. We’re testing climate apparatuses here, and nothing more.”
Aero gestured zipped lips, threw them away just as Illian crossed by. “Count on it,” he replied.

Increasingly obvious was Illian’s tunnel vision; not even Shaintro’s “Pleasure, Sol” inspired anything but stone-chistled direction, hustle before the next bombshell.

After a pause, Aero felt the need to butt in. He repeated, throwing Shaintro’s “Pleasure, Sol!” bat Illian’s back. Illian wasn’t amused.

The best they were going to get.

Hey guys! Act 19 is well underway and should be uploaded this weekend. Remember that Guardium is free to read until this Monday, so get in there while you still can!

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Surpirse! Act 18 of Guardium is live now and FREE to read for the rest of the week! Make sure to catch up before its too late!

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No live fire could be heard on the other side. An unbelievable quiet left their minds to wander, to wrap around what cosmic influence found it worth the effort to pretzel steel beams at the maximum of the canopy. Illian craned askance toward the anomalies, a cold sweat chilling his scalp and running invisible, unwanted digits through his mop of hair. His “I don’t like this” then sounded more like a confession.


Sir Foch was very much in agreement, body swelling red. His churning of the first lock brought about the bellows of chanting, chanting in an unfamiliar dialect through a pursing grate layer. Illian and Foch saw something then.


A monstrous black and white creature that should not be.

Act 17 of Guardium is live a day late! Sorry for the delay, real life and school has got me pinned down for the moment. For being so patient, a new upload of Omnix Tetra is also scheduled for today as well!

Here's an excerpt from Act 17
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Hanger auxilleries fed upwards through many door frames. Mouths into the blue inferno. One of them worked itself open at the humans’ arrival. Parting through clouds, the UF steel frigate did heel, clawed at by space debris with a rusted insignia. Or something else. Illian knew it only by proxy, but Aero knew light as day when he saw the insignia and recalled several years of propagated trash still littering Nashville’s underbelly; what was once a spiral netting together every local Earth colony–etched not unlike assorted Brail–was now a farce of itself. The star inset at the eye of the design, the lurid, kalidescopic state–It couldn’t be real! That was when Illian realized that something had gone terribly wrong. Well, more wrong.

Really glad to have gone this long without anybody realizing my banner is just a snapshot from Halo Infinite lol

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Guardium Act 16 just dropped. Please remember to read and give feedback where you can.

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Chapter 15 of Guardium is live today!

I'm looking to give my subscribers a bit more to chew on. Thinking I might start posting some deleted chapters, because I've got a surprising backlog of cut content. Anyway, excerpt ahoy!



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He wanted to scream, but his words died.

Keep moving!

He vaulted across the bar, thudded down with a thud. The backdoor was feet away–keep going! The droid cut off his path with one final stomp! Between him and his exit. Illian paled. Strobes dotted his periphery, cold. The droid had no reason to talk or gloat or delay the inevitable. Yet, here it was trying. Trying so hard again and again to speak.

Safe to say, Illian didn’t speak droid.

Anger dribbled from their oily functions. Illian made for the door, but scraped his sides on toothed metal when he hoisted up, ripping his coat. Not this time. A golden flash; one of its mighty claws crashed through and casted the chicken-wire rubble violently astray. Sights back on the Messenger. That was when glasslight claws of Illian’s pod hound leapt through the air. Hot claws ran through its amalgam of chassis plate, revealing ribbed components! The burnt smell shot arrows through Illian and he scrambled back over the counter when he found Titan across the bar. Motionless.

“Gaia …” barely found its way out of Illian.