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by
Alex White
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June 14 - June 30, 2025
Fighting Mother’s battlegroup had been a pain, but that was open, airless space.
Here, she’d face the effects of gravity and atmosphere. It’d be a live drop zone, like the bad old days.
Her ship’s dispersers immediately kicked on, knocking out two of the larger attack spells headed her way.
Simile
Ridiculous
“Not much” more than seconds? Question. Ridiculous.
a surface-to-air gun,
the other anti-air
air tower.
another gun tower,
“Another”? Before it was “the other” - question
the remaining cannon,
Someone outside of the battle would die.
Even with the dampers active, a fight inside a gravity well was no joke.
braced herself to line up for a strafing run on the goons dogging Orna’s path.
molten magic.
Aisha
must’ve been using her marksman’s mark.
Nilah’s
The old fear gnawed at her, the one that haunted her every single crash: what if she never felt the arcane ever again?
“I’m coming for you. Can you do your ship-riding trick in the atmosphere?” “I’ll try. If I can’t, I won’t live long enough to regret it,”
Light diffracted into rainbows and flashed gray. A familiar chill ran up Nilah’s spine; she knew that gray spell—Mother’s magic.
you withered scribbler.”
Ranger hunkered down, then jumped through a hail of sparking spells.
Nilah’s heart skipped with the fear that Orna had been shot.
Malik lay unconscious in her arms—she must’ve taken a few hits to protect him.
Simile
Ridiculous.
Haha of course.
duraplex weaving
This is stupid, and pointless. Ridiculous.
Simile not quite working.
duraplex graft
“You should do that. I can help Orna—”
Why? Stupid.
Synchronized with the ship’s sensor array, the bot could locate all of Orna’s life-threatening injuries,
oxygenated blood substitute
Not a single one of Orna’s ribs had made it to adulthood without being crushed or broken at some point.
Given her medical history, the nurse estimated her odds of survival: 28 percent.
The bot chirped, “Stand by for cardioid resuscitation.”
Haha a trope.
orichalcum wire
The predicted path of the arcane spark overlaid the image, a warm red energy signature traced out for the benefit of surgeon magi.
“Orna has some strong magic keeping her here.”
if it was Boots on the gurney, she’d be dead.
a cascade of magic sloshed through Orna’s brain, racing along her skull and down her spine.
“Orna!” screamed Nilah, and the monitors froze in place. She traced her glyph and slapped her palms against the med bot.
Ridiculous.
it filled her blood with sweet anesthesia and euphoric medicines.
PGRF tuners
Why surgery? Question
The adrenaline began to fade from Nilah’s system, exhaustion flooding her in its place.
