Graveyard of Empires

“It’s been weeks,” Alyssa bemoaned, standing in the doorway to Alexander’s private quarters. He hated having her around and was thoroughly fed up with her; she was a spoiled child who was never properly disciplined and felt that the world owed her something.

When Crater arrived at the noblewoman’s manor, his mood soured even further. The frivolity of the Cortet family was disgusting; they wasted money on useless things.

Oliver was bored.

She finally allowed them to stop for rest a few hours later. Traq was exhausted, and she’d pushed them at a heavy pace. She had a headache from using her implant and it was throbbing just behind her eyes, making them water.

The little ship touched down inside the hangar bay in Delphi with a gentle thud. Vivian wasn’t the greatest pilot, but she knew enough about flying to do a half-decent job, and she was pleased she managed to land without breaking anything.

“Another group is leaving,” Jayson said. “Tomorrow, from the sounds of it. They’re going off world.”

Abdullah sat in the common eating area where enlisted men took their meals, down in the belly of the beast. He was sitting arm to arm with men well below his rank and station aboard the Capital Class warship Denigen’s Fist.

Maven leaned against one of the pillars in the gaudy throne room Darius had set up, listening to her sister Alyssa and Darius argue and bicker like a couple of angry schoolchildren.

Jim stormed into the little corner bar in the brewery district called the Blue Daisy in a foul mood. He needed a drink to take his mind off of just how bad his life had become.