“So, what’d you do?” Nic looked over at Jordi as the two of them walked side by side, following the guide bot as it led them through the halls of Archive. “Sorry?” Nic asked. “What’d you do to get called into the boss’ office?” Nic shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. I was at the front … Continue reading Archive Ch.4 →

‘Never judge a book by its cover’ was a phrase Nic hadn’t ever given much thought. He knew it of course, he doubted few over the age of six didn’t, though he couldn’t remember when or how he himself had learned it. One of those timeless phrases that you just absorbed from hanging around other … Continue reading Archive Ch.3 →

“What was the first spell ever cast?” Master Orlin looked up from his work, fixing Nic with a raised eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?” he asked. “The first spell,” Nic repeated. “That a techne ever coded and cast, what was it?” Nic’s master sat back in his chair, the raised eyebrow lowering into a look … Continue reading Archive Ch.1 →

Nic was still alive. How this was possible he did not know. People didn’t tend to do well when standing next to large explosions, certainly not two in the same day. Combined with the truly irresponsible number of near misses he’d experienced in the last hour, one would expect Nic’s supply of lucky breaks to … Continue reading The Scrap Knight Ch.11 →

It was pure dumb luck that Nic survived the next five seconds. The Beast lunged with all the grace of a landslide, throwing every ounce of its considerable strength behind the attack. It moved so fast that Nic couldn’t process what was happening before making uncomfortably close company with a wall of fur. He would … Continue reading The Scrap Knight Ch.10 →

All things considered, Nic thought he carried himself rather well during the battle. Granted that was mostly on account of his primary task being to stay out of the way, but a good job was a good job. The rats surged forth as one, the largest of them leading the charge with a vicious screech. … Continue reading The Scrap Knight Ch.9 →

“How’s that? Any kinks in the joint?” The suit twisted its new wrist a full half turn. It moved without major issue, save a slight creaking. “Try the whole arm,” Nic said. “Just to make sure.” The suit did as asked, flexing and twisting the rebuilt limb in all directions. Two good strong lengths of … Continue reading The Scrap Knight Ch.8 →

Nic ran. He ran as fast as his feet would carry him, which in present circumstance was somewhere south of nowhere near fast enough. The ground had become no less treacherous, forcing him to spend precious seconds choosing his footing, lest he fall and waste even more time. What little haste he dared risk was … Continue reading The Scrap Knight Ch.7 →