Legion Candidate Legion Candidate, Chapter 6 Dusk had dropped over the such-and-such plains on the long highway to who-the-fuck-cares on a planet that looked like a song that played on the radio in one of Morian’s ancient movies. It was eerie in how much it suddenly reminded Ilina of home
Legion Candidate Legion Candidate, Chapter 5 Krystyn spent a short-lived night in a sensory hell, swatting away the pretty flies that started crowding her the moment she made for the bar counter and watching Ilina make a straight line for the target like she actually read the mission file for once. The girl was such
Legion Candidate Legion Candidate, Chapter 4 Darwin, CD-15-22, was a shitty little planet the same system as Pascia, CD-15-04, or at least that’s how Ilina figured it worked since two parts of the identifier were the same. Even after all this time traveling and dropping down to different planets and going
Legion Candidate Legion Candidate, Chapter 3 The walk to the shower room was a disgusting, sticky affair that only served to rouse Tilt for a round two of public embarrassment. Her shirt and pants stained visibly and her tenting made it a little mystery what the source was, and somehow nobody seemed to pay her a
Legion Candidate Legion Candidate, Chapter 2 Nerves in lower legs pinched and damaged by debris in the cockpit — fixed. Multiple fractures in arms — fixed. Hairline skull fracture — fixed. Concussion — Monitored for 72 hours, no complications. No action necessary. Black eye, confirmed by patient to be due to wrist accessory during crash — No action necessary. Various small
Legion Candidate Legion Candidate, Chapter 1 Nothing makes Tilt feel good the way being saddled up in the cockpit of a mech does. That was why she was saddled up long before the enemy approach alarms started blaring around outside while she scrambled to unhook her cuffs from the little anchor she’d installed behind the