Onfrichuk, Brendan
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The shrill squeal of static faded into the steady, muffled whir-whir-whir of a twin-rotor civilian helicopter. Lance Richards gasped, his eyes snapping open as his hand instinctively shot to his waist, reaching for a service rifle that wasn't there. Instead, his fingers brushed against the pristine, tailored canvas of a charcoal-grey security uniform. The tropical humidity of the jungle was gone, replaced by the crisp, recycled air of an air-conditioned cabin. "Rough dream, Sergeant?" Lance turned…- 1.2 K • Completed
- The thunder of rotor blades was a physical weight, vibrating through the metal floor of the Super Stallion and rattling the teeth in Sergeant Lance Richards’ jaw. Outside the open side hatch, the humid jungle air smelled of ozone, bruised canopy leaves, and hot aviation fuel. "Richards! Do you have visual on the target area?" Major Vance’s voice barked through the headset, sliced by static. Lance pressed his thumb to the chin-strap of his helmet, leaning over the edge. Sun glinted off the belly…
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Blast shot up in bed, a scream caught in his throat. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat trying to escape his chest. The metallic glint of the android's face, the cold pressure of its hand on his helmet—it was all so real. He was back on the lunar surface, reliving the moment he should have died. Then a warm, gentle hand was on his cheek, and the scent of wildflowers filled his senses. "It's all right, my love," a soft voice whispered. "It was just a bad dream." He looked…- 1.2 K • Completed
- The silence was the worst part. A silent, freezing vacuum of space that swallowed every sound, leaving nothing but the thrum of his own life-support systems in his ears. William Last Johnson huddled in a shallow, foxhole-like crater on the cracked lunar surface, the Earth; a magnificent swirl of blue and white in the sky above. He was alone, but he wasn’t lonely. "HQ, this is Blast," he said into his comms, the sound of his own voice a dull crackle against the silence. "Their communication network's…
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- Admiral Thorne’s personal transport was as sleek and utilitarian as the man himself. A single, streamlined form of dark-gray alloy, it rose silently from a concealed launchpad, barely disturbing the stillness of the forest. The view from the cockpit was a stark transition from the lush green of the national park to the gray, smog-choked sky. As they broke through the last layer of atmosphere, the sun’s light finally hit them, and Blast caught his first glimpse of Earth from above in years. It was…
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- The year 2146 was one of quiet desperation. The once-vibrant green and blue orb of Earth now shimmered with the artificial glow of countless vertical cities, each one a testament to humanity’s triumph over gravity and its failure to control its own numbers. Resources were a relic, and the masses lived on a carefully rationed diet of nutrient paste and recycled air. But in a small, forgotten corner of a national park, a different kind of life persisted. It was here, amidst towering redwoods and the…
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