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BABYLON RED is live!

The New Gods have won. Or so they thought. Dark gods and horrific monsters wage a shadow war to dominate the planet. Only the Special Tasks Section could keep them from tearing the world apart. And now, they have been disbanded. But for the disgraced operators of Team Black Watch, the mission continues. The odds […]

Hostis Humani Generis Part 4

The Will of Terra TF 136 had seven days before the Ceresians arrived. They spent six of them in preparation. Intelligence analysts worked round to clock, identifying constellations of suspect ships. There were three such groups surrounding Minas Station, a mix of civilian ships and orbital patrol ships, between fifty to eighty kilometers from the […]

Hostis Humani Generis Part 3

CESS The days and weeks crawled past in a tedious, interminable slog of observations and inspections and regular reports to Earth. At least the Marine contingent could visit ships and stretch their legs. The spacers were confined to their duty stations and their quarters, unable to do anything that might compromise their protective posture. The […]

Hostis Humani Generis Part 2

Challenge In space, math reigned supreme. And the mathematics of war was not with Task Force 136. In SEL-5, every object not under thrust maintained a stationary position relative to the sun and Earth. Too used to watching constellations in constant motion over planetary bodies, a sense of unreality washed over Silva as he studied […]

Hostis Humani Generis Part 1

Arrival “Commencing combat deceleration burn.” Commodore Peter Silva braced himself. Belted into his chair, he squeezed his gut and clenched his armrests. This was the part he hated the most. A soft clunk reverberated through the airtight compartment. Deep in the bowels of the spaceship, an electromagnetic catapult hurtled a pulse unit down a linear […]

The Wind Blows From the West Part 10

you can move.” Lee helped Cheung out of the wagon and on his feet. Cheung walked a little, wobbling, but quickly gained strength. “Thank—thank you,” Cheung said. Lanterns appeared behind them, followed by shouts. “We’re not done yet,” he said. “Come on.” “Where’s Ayan?” “Dead. We have to go.” They ran for the steam car […]

The Wind Blows From the West Part 7

They made good time on the road, arriving in the next town by late afternoon. Instead of checking in at an inn, Cheung insisted on going straight to his local contact. Ayan parked the wagon outside a short, squat building. The sign above the door read ‘New World Printers’.   As Lee leapt off the back, […]

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