The firmament, cold and relentless, stretched over his head, a black rainbow riven with ice-white pinpricks. He had come to this far system in the name of familiar duty - and here, in the thin atmosphere of a war-torn moon orbiting an unremarkable ringed planet whose name, a combination of numbers and letters appended to a symbol representing a local God's name, meant nothing to him beyond its usefulness in a filing system to help make clear where exactly he had rambled, he had once... (read more)

Artists in this story: Dead Rider