It's the year 2258. The resistance has grown, along with the fear of its leader - Aran Cortes - who knows that should the resistance fall apart as it did twenty years ago, he will not be able to build it up once again. He believes only one man and the secret he holds can stop this from occurring.
A re-run of my old fiction-work, Twilight love. The plot remains the same but now with more depth and structure to it. Of vague origin, but typical circumstance, Kiara finds herself of Puerto Angel; with a choice to fight against the Sphere, or to keep on running. Warnings for; gore, violence, language and ideologically sensitive material.
Short one shot. Cortes gives an order he knows he will regret.
Cortes is missing and the only clue to his whereabouts is a rather large sea tortoise occupying the captain's chair. Needless to say, the crew of the St. Nazaire are having a strange morning. Obvious crack fic is indeed crack.