Tomb Spyder

Starblight. LOG-003.

Starblight.

LOG-003.

The fashion that came about from what was effectively a small civilisation of scavengers was…interesting.

My daughters had all naturally started out with...

To Stand And Defend. Chapter One.

To Stand And Defend.

Chapter One.

Defend. Verb, resist an attack made on someone or something. To protect from harm or danger.

This is one of the first things I know as I come ...

Buzzkill. LOG-004.

Buzzkill.

LOG-004.

“Jackpot.”

The word, long since burned into his processor via exposure to the human force of nature that was Miko, escaped in a burst of Cybertronian mor...

Buzzkill. LOG-003.

Buzzkill.

LOG-003.

He’d needed to explain the purpose of a dedicated Autobot scout to Raf once. In the end, after some extensive research and comparisons to human military forces, t...

Buzzkill. LOG-002.

Buzzkill.

LOG-002.

“Arcee?”

The singular piece of Cybertronian morse code escaped his makeshift vocoder before he could think to stop himself, the femme almost seeming to f...

Buzzkill. LOG-001.

Buzzkill.

LOG-001.

Sword to the face plate.

They had won.

He had won. In every way he could possibly imagine.

He’d gotten lucky, in truth. His voice b...

Starblight. LOG-002.

Starblight.

LOG-002.

The veritable swarm of daughters I’d spawned were…a lot more self-sufficient than I’d initially expected, if I was being entirely honest with mysel...

Starblight. LOG-001.

Starblight.

LOG-001.

“Buh.”

That was the first word out of my mouth. Or maw. Or…many, many maws, actually.

Huh.

You ever ...

Lekku. LOG-020. Breath Between Wars.

LOG-020. Breath Between Wars.

The station’s called Uvio’s Spine, though no one seems to know who Uvio actually was.

Nonetheless, the whole place spans out across a broken ...

Lekku. LOG-019. Targets Of Opportunity.

LOG-019. Targets Of Opportunity.

The contract’s clean.

Separatist aligned, but routed through a third party broker who doesn’t ask questions unless someone’s late paying. Target�...

Lekku. LOG-018. Dust On Glass.

LOG-018. Dust On Glass.

The message comes coded in old Concordian sigils.

Encrypted through four dead relays and no return trace. No formal salutation.

Just a location. A time. A...

Lekku. LOG-017. Quiet Between Explosions.

LOG-017. Quiet Between Explosions.

The cargo bay smells like detcord and sweat.

Kedo’s rigged the place with enough simulated charges to flatten a hangar deck. Not real, mostly. Some...

Lekku. LOG-016. Bite And Burn.

LOG-016. Bite And Burn.

The ship’s called the Iron Gambit, though that’s giving it too much credit.

She’s an action VI freighter. Far, far older than most of us. Hull pa...

Lekku. LOG-015. Hard Lines, Soft Targets.

LOG-015. Hard Lines, Soft Targets.

The job’s clean on paper.

Local militia. Republic aligned. Small outpost. They’ve got sensitive tech, tracking arrays, encrypted relay beacons, a...

Lekku. LOG-014. The Clone Wars.

LOG-014. The Clone Wars.

Ordo space feels different when you're not living and training in it.

Ships docked, hulls cooling, boots on old ground. Kedo says the hangars smell the same as...

Lekku. LOG-013. Teeth Of The Dragon.

LOG-013. Teeth Of The Dragon.

We gut the forward storage bay and turn it into something mean.

Mag locked harness rails. Shock sealed breaching door. Rigged the floor for grav cycle dep...

Lekku. LOG-012. Krayt’s Teeth.

LOG-012. Krayt’s Teeth.

We meet in a scrapyard bar outside the Roche sector.

It’s neutral ground, with enough droid parts stacked between us and Republic jurisdiction to keep thing...

Lekku. LOG-011. A Knife In Both Hands.

LOG-011. A Knife In Both Hands.

The spire isn’t stable.

It sways just enough in the wind to remind me I could fall.

Thin, jagged stone rising from the canyon floor like the bro...

Lekku. LOG-010. Two Eyes Open.

LOG-010. Two Eyes Open.

The bounty was supposed to be clean.

A low tier data thief, real name Carthen Jull, operating under a half dozen fake ones. Minor charges. Fraud. Access violati...

Lekku. LOG-009. Hired Blade.

LOG-009. Hired Blade.

Saleucami’s the kind of place that makes you itchy even before the blaster bolts start flying.

Big flat valleys. Cracked mesas. Fungal forests that rot while th...

Lekku. LOG-008. Debt Paid In Full.

LOG-008. Debt Paid In Full.

The rain on Kaller smells like metal and rot.

Not the poetic kind. The real kind. Like rusted water tanks and dead things rotting behind prefab walls. The c...

Lekku. LOG-007. The Edge Of The Flame.

LOG-007. The Edge Of The Flame.

I’m fifteen years old, and I don’t fight kids anymore.

They moved me out of the foundling pit rotations six months ago. I think they got tired of se...

Lekku. LOG-006. Krayt.

LOG-006. Krayt.

Tatooine tastes like ash and contempt. I idly ponder whether it’d be possible to find Anakin at this point in time, question whether he even exists yet, and give u...

Lekku. LOG-005. Cage Of Bone.

LOG-005. Cage Of Bone.

I turn twelve today.

The jungle breathes. 

That’s not a metaphor. The whole moon exhales in wet, heavy lungfuls. Every few minutes, the fog rolls ...

Lekku. LOG-004. To Stand, You Crawl.

LOG-004. To Stand, You Crawl.

Pain doesn’t surprise me anymore.

It just pisses me off.

I hit the ground for the third time in eight minutes. Sand in my teeth. Bruised elbow. Dag...

Lekku. LOG-003. Foundling.

LOG-003. Foundling.

Time passes.

I burn my name in a bowl full of carbon scoring and lies.

It doesn’t go up quick. The cloth’s too worn, too soaked in sweat and skin and mem...

Lekku. LOG-002. The Last Thing I Remember.

LOG-002. The Last Thing I Remember.

I don’t remember walking onto the gunship.

I remember being dropped. Roughly. Like scrap. I remember metal under my knees, too cold for a...

Lekku. LOG-001. The First Thing I Remember.

LOG-001. The First Thing I Remember.

“Buh.”

I wake up wrong.

Not in the ‘ugh, slept on my lekku again’ kind of way, but more in the ‘oh hey, I don't r...