Ganymede - Sep 2017

In a stunning announcement, the Jovian Moons have added Miranda Logan to the staff thus cementing their position as the Solar System's premier kennels. Let's listen in, shall we, on this legendary whisperer."Hey! Stop sniffing his butt. Get over here."

Friday 2066 - Sep 2017

In 2066, parallel parking is a long-forgotten skill.

Friday 2066 - Dec 2020

A larger, updated version of the previous image

The Natural - Nov 2018

"Are you sure?" "Yes, Commander. Sensors confirm it." "Impressive. I've never encountered a natural, unenhanced female."

The Natural II - Updated Nov 2020

23 Shades of Pink - Mar 2018

Hmmm, he thought. On Time. Chauffered air car. Provocative dress. This could be interesting. Garrett had no idea just how interesting things were about to get.

Weight of Command - May 2018

"It's a sentient species, your Highness. We can learn much from it. Won't you reconsider?"
"It sneaked aboard my ship, Captain. Three crew members are dead. Kill it."

Sought - Sep 2018

"The time is short and the need critical. Are you Daemor? Speak! Are you Daemor?"

Trellion IV - Mar 2021

Far beyond the Empire's frontiers and any known trade routes lay Trellion IV. Founded to establish a simpler life, technology had long since passed it by. But as time surged past the century mark so did the roving gangs of criminals, hoodlums, and thugs. Elite, and fast becoming legendary, the Crimson Band emerged. Everyone knew them for what they were: manhunters.

Container - Feb 2017

On a spaceship, there's nowhere to run.

Worm - Feb 2017

Only activate.

Transported - Feb 2017

Then jump.

Lunatria - Jan 2018

The bi-annual Rise of the Three Moons heralds an eve of ritual bath and cleansing. At first sun, no male may refuse a female's Mating Right.

Sword of the Three Moons - Dec 2016

Solitarius III - Sep 2017

After centuries of abuse, contempt, and disdain, and years of quiet preparation, the wealthy collectively fled Earth to found their own colony, Solitarius III. Within two years, the economies of the Terran Guild collapsed.

Ascent - Nov 2019

Seven Centuries ago, women seeking to escape the agression, patriarchy, and toxicity of males, settled Shälum V. Now, open rebellion against the weak, docile, undersized, and sexually unsatisfactory male population their matriarchical society produced, looms.

Authorities have initiated a planet-wide program to identify the most fertile women, who are then levitated to a ship occupied by an imported male and remain until confirming impregnation. The move sparked the eruption of a counter-revolution.

Ascent - updated Jan 2023

Temporal - Sep 2021

For three days the world had watched and waited. Nothing else filled the news nets. When the object first appeared, a panicked rush evacuated the downtown area and authorities cordoned off a ten-mile circumference. Overhead, two fighter bombers flew a holding pattern with their nuclear loads armed. Wild speculation over what it all meant reached a fevered pitch but now the object began to glow. Across the world, mouths hung open as a human-like, caped female emerged.

Tamir stepped from the portal. Wary, alert. Around her beams of x-ray, infrared, ultraviolet, sound probed and scanned. None could penetrate her defenses. Ignored were the myriad audio and video transmitters. Her footsteps struck eerie echoes along the deserted street.

She paused, puzzled by a whining, turbine sound. Internal sensors triangulated the source lifting her gaze upward. Atmospheric flyers. With nuclear devices. Primitive indeed, as the High Council had revealed. Born, engineered, and trained for this moment, pride swelled within. Out of only nine Kronos Swords, the Council had selected her.

The people of this planet remained oblivious to their reality. They existed because eons ago a Temporal Shift had threatened her world forcing them to bang a power surge through the fabric of space/time. Ultimately, Earth, a Child of their own time line appeared. Within moments, another Temporal would strike here, threatening to destroy her own world along with everything and everyone she knew. Already, power swirls presaged its emergence.

She waited with the patience trained into all Swords. Tamir had prepared well. Nothing would deter her from the honor the High Council had placed on her shoulders. She would not fail them or her responsibility.

Force fields hummed and vibrated. Tamir began to raise her sword and placed a shield around the signal transmitting this moment across the globe. None could imagine the power about to be unleashed. The power of a Kronos Sword.

Betrayal - Oct 2017

The Romanticists had finally destroyed Earth's weapons of war and dismantled its armies. For two centuries the world knew peace and prosperity. Then the Morphans dropped from orbit.

Monolith - Dec 2017

An homage to the masters Arthur C. Clarke and Stanley Kubrick.

Big Game - Oct 2017

The last known image of Adam Westin, a big game hunter on alien worlds who preferred retro-style weapons to make it "more sporting". He entered the worm gate never to be seen again.

Power - Jul 2018

Across the globe, nation after nation confirmed the presence of a massive object in orbit. Then the power went out.

Mother Earth - Nov 2017

Droid 2.0 - Jul 2021

Sarcastically called Handmaidens by sidelined females, when the first one emerged, it sparked a revolution. Her sole purpose was not to obey, or comply, or submit. She wanted only to please.

Barred - Nov 2021

On the way to work this morning, where industrial plants and storage facilities line both sides of the road, one had an iron bar fence rising in front. Robots swarmed about unloading and opening crates and containers. Later that afternoon, heading back home, I stopped dead in my tracks. Inside the fence sat an air car.

Still new to the world, I had seen a few high up but never this close. Only billionaires, crime lords, or corrupt officials could afford them. And, of course, politicians who often incorporated all three.

The open gate drew me in. As if from the air itself, a female stepped to the entrance, a gleaming Katana blade hitched to her back. A Katana? Who used such a weapon? An expression of mild curiosity or perhaps amused tolerance gave no hint of danger. Or of welcome. Rock steady eyes, glinting with speed of light calculations, locked onto mine. "Hi. How are you?"

Nothing. No response. Silence. Her steady gaze did not waver. "Cool car. Mind if I take a closer look?" Nothing. No response. Silence. A Synth? Maybe a Droid?

Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand moved to the auto gun strapped to her thigh. Fingers curled around the handle, index finger stretched across the trigger guard. Like her eyes, the hand remained rock steady.

DIspatched - Dec 2021

One hundred meters away, the security gate’s lasers began flashing yellow warning lights. Her ear implant activated. “Authorization codes requested.” She slowed, having already covered the thirty kilometer distance in seven minutes.
“Transmit codes.”

The alert from her Contractor while she sat in a nondescript Martian bar had been routine but an eyebrow rose when she noted the House of Knorr sponsored the request. Although conglomerates of all types and sizes spanned the Solar System, only seven Houses existed. Their enormous wealth allowed them to build and operate moons. One that housed Knorr’s headquarters as well as manufacturing facilities orbited Jupiter.

On landing, no one greeted her, no meetings would occur, no face-to-face encounters happened. Her implant, however, buzzed with complete directions, codes, payments, and location of a Hyper-bike.

Lasers stopped flashing and she cut the motor as the gates opened to the residential area of Sector 4C. Away from the entertainment centers, nothing stirred or moved at this late hour. She coasted the vehicle to a spot just away from the building’s illuminated entrance, taking a final glance to ensure the scanner screens verified the target in place. “Confirm audio/visual control.” she whispered.
“Confirmed.”

The contractor had been adamant no record of her coming or going could exist. Her implant now controlled every camera and recording device in the area, playing their own archived recordings on a continuous loop until she departed. She ascended the entrance steps.

The building’s security consisted of a night watchman monitoring a bank of cameras without noticing anything amiss. Her implant unlocked the entrance. His eyes widened at the sight of her Katana and side weapon but his hand never reached the alarm button. Too swift for him to prevent, her hand clamped around hs throat preventing any outcry, lifting him from the seat. An open mouth exhaled onto his face. The guard collapsed in an unmoving heap. In a few hours, he would awaken with a mild headache and no memory of what had happened.

As the lift climbed toward the 93rd floor, she wondered if the thought had occurred to the target he had seen his last dawn. Probably not. No one did. But he had done something to warrant her arrival.

She stepped noiselessly into the bedroom where two men slept. His lover did not stir but exhaling gently assured he remained still. A low gulping sound changed the gaseous mix she expelled on the target. He would indeed never see another dawn.

Sentience - Mar 2021

The reflection of self

Designs - Jul 2021

On this planet only one type of DNA exists. It designed all life.

Jyn Erso - Oct 2021

Mara Jade - Aug 2022

Premier Misknu felt shakened to his core. Here on the Outer Rim no one paid attention to the fortunes and travails of Empire, and yet without warning, Emperor Palpatine had dropped into orbit summoning him for an immediate audience.

When the Sith Lord offered him the Premiership to another, richer world, Misknu wondered if he had heard right. Might those stories about some Force and other powers be true? "My Lord. Scarif is my home. Its people my responsibility. I cannot just abandon them." Only a cold stare and colder dismissal responded.

Palpatine had already decided. Rebel spies had compromised security for the construction of his Death Star on Geonosis. He needed somewhere to finish it and Scarif's remoteness proved perfect. No local Premier with quaint notions of duty and responsibility would stand in the way. His 'Hand', a preternatural Force-adept whose powers matched those of Grand Admiral Thrawn and Darth Vader, would insure it.

Misknu's nerves hummed. For sure tomorrow would begin with an emergency Council session. He worried over the reaction by members sympathetic to the Alliance. But three Imperial Cruisers accompanying Palpatine posed a provocative threat and limited their options. And why had the Emperor come here? To do what? Time enough for answers. Right now he just wanted to not be late for his daughter's first recital. The rhythmic clangs of his bodyguard's metal boots soothed his jangled nerves.

Indeed. As Misknu turned the corridor, five seconds separated his bodyguard from becoming a metal heap severed in two and him from ever hearing another recital.

Assassina - Aug 2022

Hardened - Jun 2023

Portal - Mar 2024

Sabre Strike - May 2024

Matrix - May 2024

Matrix Trinity - Jun 2024

Frontier - Oct 2024

For centuries, frontiers had disappeared from Earth. Its countries remained in place without any new lands available. But for the past millenium, the word had reappeared, used to describe the territories beyond our Solar System as the human race expanded into new worlds. In Alpha Centauri, our closest neighbor 4.2 light years (9.5 trillion km) away, the 'B' planet in Proxima Centauri holds a military base used to defend the entire solar system. A hard-hitting alert arrived from Sycorax. Engineers, expanding structures for the first incoming colonists, had come under attack. No one could tell if humans or aliens and four wives along with their children, were captured.

Centauri's defenses remained so stretched, only three soldiers remained who could be sent. With landings and arrivals occurring on the planet's other side, a battle cruiser and assault Mechs showed up, shortening takeoff time. As they stepped out to board, the team leader came to an unexpected halt. "My ship and our Mechs have destroyed everything encountered. What if we confront something more powerful than us? We may not return. This is the last chance both of you can opt out." Without hesitation, both volunteers nodded. "Okay. My ship can't land here. Watch me as I take a Mech up on its jet pods and see exactly how I maneuver the Mech into the loading area. Follow me up one by one. Once secured, we'll be on our way."

Faith - Apr 2025

Confirming her readiness, Gabriella remained before the mirror fingering the cross around her neck. She had spent long months in the future learning watching and learning. Galactic space behaved just like the Dark Ages or the Wild West. Brigands, rogues, thieves, murderers roamed the vast hinterlands. As did the Captains of yore lifting their eyescopes, spotting the sails of oncoming pirates, losing their cargos, many their lives. Like today, when reaching the stars, evil had followed and infected the galaxy.
Gabriella needed only a single practice. Anything Lucifer created here, she would cut off whatever extended into the future. Closing her eyes and imagining a when and where, the cross whisked her away.

Matalis paused to absorb his 1st Officer's confirmations. Human behavior did not differ from their ancestral origins. They had slowly grown in Africa then burst out to begin populating the lands of Earth. Spreading across the Solar System, seven generations before had also burst out colonizing the galaxy. Matalis turned back to his 1st. "You double-checked Natalium IV has grown substantially?" His 1st nodded.
"Out here on the frontiers of Alpha Canis Majoris, they do so in isolation. They are Christians desiring no interference with their worship."

Matalis smiled. He also did not like interference. They would strip this colony of all its possessions. Anyone trying to object, would be stripped of their lives. Except the women. They would be enjoyed. The com channel on his desk lit up. "Captain, we have an object on our radar apparently out of nowhere closing the distance."
"Put it on my screen, Chief. And arm your forward missile tubes."

He leaned closer, trying to understand. "Its wings are moving up and down." Its onrush continued. Matalis re-opened the channel. Chief, launch tube..." The com link disconnected. Everything else went dark. The ship's background engine sounds went silent. His conference room's doors slammed open showing the hull doors at the corridor's end dissolving. Matalis and his 1st braced for all the air to blow out into space. Breathing continued. The approaching object became clear as some kind of humanoid. Its flapping wings landed him on the corridor and stepped directly toward them. With a sword in each hand, it paralyzed both into shocked silence. "I am the Archangel, Gabriella. Neither of you will step on Natalium IV and interfere with their worship of the Almighty."

Gabriella turned around leaving, releasing control of the ship. The crew raced to the meeting room where a com screen displayed a continuous loop of what occurred within. Their leaders' heads lay on the table.

InterHunt - Apr 2025

Landing three hours ago, Delilah had let the ship perform its analysis of Morion IV's atmosphere, as she prepared. She did not expect it would cause any harm, but still, this was not Earth. The Galactic Interplanetary Council continued to maintain advance reconnaissance throughout the galaxy.

Her team had arrived at different Morion locations but not to perform assessments of chemistry or biology. Like elsewhere, dangerous, formidable predators had evolved and colonization could not proceed without cleansing the planet. Delilah glanced at a dial. Some members had already set out. Dawn began rising here. She breathed deep, pressed a button, and watched the load bay's door slide open. An alien jungle pressed close in every direction. Focused on the entrance's scan lights, they remained green not detecting anything moved. She turned for a final armament check.
Her assault rifle placed everything within range. Dropping out her side arm's clip, she confirmed the bullets were mini drones. They would curve around obstacles and blast anything trying to hide. If up close, her light sabre could sever and slice whatever tried assaulting her.

If it stopped functioning, her katana skills were unmatched. Delilah took one last breath and stepped out to hunt. Overhead, two drones accompanied.
Three centuries passed before finding her ship overgrown by the jungle. The interior remained sterile. Four team members had escaped, barely alive with missing limbs. Two died before rescue could reach them. Now six Cruisers dropped into orbit bringing an elite brigade armed with Battle Mechs. Morion's alpha predators remained described as brutal savagesl. And intelligent. Delilah had never been found.

Dominus Prime - May 2025

Toliman- May 2025

Klaxton- Jun 2025

OnBoard - Jul 2025

Andraya and Valkyra raced to the spaceport. No commercial flights to Lunatria remained since all had departed for Earth's Moon. They continued to the industrial section where transport ships were loading goods and merchandise headed for the moon. Four had no extra room but the 5th's captain gave them a careful eye over. "I'll take you both at no cost if you give me and the crew a show during the trip out to the moon." With their luggage full of outfits, Valkyra and Andraya nodded enthusiastically. Especially, since the gallery had given them 5k each to buy passage. Their imaginations danced going on a Lunatria shopping spree.

Relieved - Oct 2025

While docked in port for re-supplies, glancing at the display showed 12 midnight. Surveying local sensors revealed nothing unidentified. Distant scanners indicated nothing dangerous. I stood and stepped aside, relieved of my piloting the battle cruiser, turned to salute the duty officer, then stepped off the bridge. Surprisingly, my replacement told me he had taken the shift of my usual co-pilot, saying she had gone shopping. I smiled, understanding so many marveled at her beauty, though she was always in uniform, hair bunned tight, and never made up. I had long ago given up trying to interest her. I guessed she just didn't take men seriously or even females. My thoughts shifted elsewhere. Indeed, half the 7k ship crew had 48-hour passes partying all over the orbital dock. Stepping off the lift, a short stairway led to my room. Maybe take my music player to the cafeteria. Read a book. Watch a movie. I stopped short, turning into the stairway. There stood my co-pilot, completely out of uniform, looking like nothing I had ever imagined. With a glint in her eye, she gave me a slight smile. "Going to your room?" I managed only a wordless nod. Her smile widened. "How about taking me with you?"