The Hyperion Estate: Chapter Five

March 5, 2013 Matt Maine 0

The landscape was dead. Blasted trees, craters, dust, grey. The sky was grey, the dirt was grey, everything was grey. Rocco had been around the country, and it was the same everywhere. He felt his life force ebbing. Only once had he felt like this before. The worst part was

The Hyperion Estate: Chapter Four

January 28, 2013 Matt Maine 0

Rocco’s vision faded in and out. He tried to get up, but he was too weak. He planted his hands on the ground to try again, but stopped when he felt how much blood there was on the ground.No way I’m standing up. He put the arm that wasn’t stabbed

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The Hyperion Estate: Chapter Three

January 8, 2013 Matt Maine 0

Mr. Hyperion took a sip of tea. It was a difficult beverage to get a hold of, seeing as how so much plant life was now extinct. His secretary stood in the doorway, clipboard in hand. “Mr. Hyperion, sir, we have a report that says Nyriki Rocco has been captured

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The Hyperion Estate: Chapter Two

December 18, 2012 Matt Maine 0

Daylight crept through the cloudy sky, and Rocco, bleary-eyed from lack of sleep, climbed the ladder to the top of the train to inspect the landscape. After a few minutes, he saw a beaten-up wooden sign in the distance. As it got closer, he saw that, in crude red paint

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End of the Line: Part II

November 30, 2012 Lieutenant Aquarion Nieja 0

The sapphire blades of the Jedi met the crimson shaft of the assassin’s saber high off the ground. The force of the collision sent both combatants flying backwards, both hitting the wet, slightly sticky ground. Each took a split second to gather himself. The Jedi decided that he would go

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The Hyperion Estate: Chapter One

November 27, 2012 Matt Maine 0

Nyriki Rocco sat in a rusted empty car at the back of a train on the Lost Coast, one eye on the diminishing landscape and one on his watch. 6:51. Almost dusk, he thought. He checked his pistol and saw the charge: 46%. Soon night would fall and he wouldn’t be

End of the Line: Part I

November 16, 2012 Lieutenant Aquarion Nieja 0

They rattled as he ran: a collection of lightsabers that he had salvaged from the bodies of his fallen comrades in the all-but-extinct Jedi Order. The noise they made was mostly drowned out by the heavy rainfall on the rural plains of Dantooine. The tall, salmon-skinned Mon Calamari hastily made