The first time Mercury was pulled from his sleep, it happened because something cold landed on his face. He forced his eyes to open, but he could only see a distinct, Zara-like shape through his eyelashes. This was, then, nothing unexpected, and he pulled the blanket around him tighter and kept sleeping. The next time he was conscious, it was entirely by Zara’s demand. He had decided, apparently, that Mercury was taking up too much space, and had decided to reclaim some of it by sitt...

The dew had already collected when Therasia spread her blanket and sat down on the outskirts of Nightglade. The night was cold, but at least the air was crisp and refreshing instead of heavy and damp. Therasia shook her hair out of the tight bun it had been placed into, then gathered her bearings. The distant, foreign light still shone above her, but she was far enough for it not to bother her. This was the first time she’d taken a break ever since the invasion started. She wasn’t sure ho...

Rascal paused with each step, fluffy raccoon ears flickering as they listened to their surroundings to make sure none of those aliens were coming their way. Their pawed feet made little to no noise as they crept around the ship in search of the key that their friend and alien Gleam, Eowyn had mentioned that she’d heard about.   When Rascal had fi...

Eisa moved as silently as she could, pausing to listen as she sneaked around, knowing that Ridley was somewhere with Astro. She adjusted the crocheted scarf around her neck then tugged the beanie down on her head to cover her ears more when the wind blew and ruffled her hair slightly.   Adjusting the gloves on her hands, Eisa quickly and carefully ...

Saim’el stalked through the hallways. The metal glistened strangely; when he first entered, he’d been ready to jump at his own self reflected in the low light. He got used to it, however, and he made his way through the ship with slow deliberation, He hadn’t gotten there on his own, of course, much like he hadn’t gotten to Candoris on his own. He was even used to being taxied around, in every sense of the word, and of course he’d volunteered to get some information from the n...

The gist of the problem, Viago thought, was that the damn things could fly. At first, he’d hoped the armour was decorative, or that it meant they could only hover, but of course, he’d had no such luck. They could fly, simple as that. And well, Viago had spoken with way more bravado than he actually had when he said — Well, we can fly too. Of course they could. With planes. Not with their own wings! This is fine, he thought with clenched ...