A deuteragonist in my sci-fi comic. This is Rex's handler/"Mom" and the group's designated pilot. She was originally a more "Han Solo" like character, but I decided, in order to distinguish her better, to make her less sassy and more depressed/subdued, with an almost motherly disposition despite her career as an outlaw. I hope that turns out to be the right choice.

On a cool October evening in 2009, I sat in my parents' kitchen, waiting for my three best friends: Angel Tyler, David Rider, and Odette Sallow. As the kitchen door clicked open, I watched them shuffle inside, trying to mimic the serious expression I'd seen on my father's face countless times. Once they found their seats, I reached down into my backpack and pulled out a brown leather notebook with a silvery blue pen attached. As I gently set it on the table, Angel's eyes widened. "Is that it?" she asked.

The doors of the turbolift slide open with a soft hiss, and Piscea, Zoe, and Kujo step into the Battle Simulator Department. The room is sleek and modern, lined with high-tech consoles and screens displaying data streams and energy readouts. Soft light filters through the frosted windows, illuminating the chamber with a calming blue hue. The click of talons on carpet signals the approach of Instructor Corbin, his blue-crested feathers gleaming under the overhead lights.

The grandmaster nestroom, a sanctuary of golden light and soft winds flowing through the towering crystalline windows, shimmered in the early morning sun. The air was calm, a stark contrast to the chaos of battle just two days prior. Piscea Phoenix, his suncrested feathers glowing in hues of blue and gold, stirred from his nest, stretching his magnificent wings. His talons clicked against the smooth stone floor as he ruffled his feathers, shaking off the remnants of sleep.

The throne room of the Dark Phoenix Emissary was cloaked in darkness, save for the eerie glow emanating from the crystalline throne at its center. The air was thick with the scent of decay, the heavy atmosphere laden with the whispers of restless spirits. The mooncrested phoenix, Tintillis, sat slumped on his majestic seat, his once-imposing silver wings marred with the scars of recent defeat. His left wing, damaged from the battle against Piscea, twitched as small bird-shaped drones buzzed around it, carefully repairing the fractured bone and charred feathers. His eyes, glowing with malice, scanned the gathering of his undead army—rotters, skeletons, and undead hulks. They were restless, and a palpable tension filled the room.

The vast expanse of Wildspace swirled around Watatuka 31, its hues of distant stars casting a dim, ethereal glow over the planet’s orbital bay. Piscea Phoenix, his golden and blue feathers shimmering against the dark void of space, stood at the forefront of his team, his wings spread wide in defiance. Behind him, Zoe Phoenix, Greg Phoenix, Kujo Phoenix, and Triffin Phoenix prepared themselves for the inevitable confrontation. They had come as one—united in purpose and bonded by the sacred duty of protecting their world. As their ship disengaged from the planet’s orbit, they could see the shape of their enemy’s forces, like a mass of darkened storm clouds, gathering in the distance. At the center of that storm, the sinister figure of Tintillis Phoenix approached, his silver wings trailing shadows across the starlit void. His dark form stood in stark contrast to the brilliance of the Suncrested and Jadecrested Phoenixes before him.

The golden light of Watatuka's twin suns filters through the grand windows of Phoenix Castle, casting a warm glow on the feathers of Piscea Phoenix. He stirs in his luxurious nest, the soft breeze from the Asphaisa Beach outside ruffling his suncrested plumage. Slowly, he stretches out his powerful wings and talons, the metallic sheen of his blue and gold feathers gleaming in the early morning light. Zoe Phoenix, his beloved wife, rests peacefully beside him, her own feathers as resplendent as his. With a gentle stir, she wakes, mirroring Piscea’s movements as they both preen in unison.

Once upon a time, in the vast stretches of the cosmos, Piscea Phoenix, a beautiful Suncrested Star Phoenix, soared through the stars with his beloved wife, Zoe Phoenix. Both majestic creatures bore feathers of radiant blue and shimmering gold, a symbol of their cosmic strength and unity. As they glided through the boundless night, their hearts brimmed with contentment, for they had long since vanquished their greatest enemy, Drakinis Dragon, a fearsome Thundercrested Firedragon who once ruled the stars with an iron fist. The victory had come 450,000 years earlier, and now the universe blossomed with peace and harmony. Together, they had unlocked the mysteries of the stars, forging a golden age for all Phoenix-kind.

A spectral postman delivers lost letters, weaving regrets and blessings through fog, time, and memory.

This story is about beings from an entire planet. Beings being imprisoned and used as batteries harvested for their energy.

A future cyborg is given the Intel in his eye to defeat an alien invasion, but he must survive the aliens trying to kill him first.

Does nowhere exist? I mean… it can’t exist. The second you try to describe where it is, it becomes somewhere, canceling itself out. For it to exist is a complete contradiction to itself. So maybe by not existing, it becomes itself. Maybe it doesn't need to exist in the universe in order to be.

This is chapter 1 of my story, "Against the Rabid." In this chapter you will be introduce to the main character, Gracie.

Classification: BLACK-VAULT / Ultra-Restricted Filed By: Command Oversight Division Subject Codename: MAD KING – Unit-Null Operation Designation: Induction Protocol Date/Time: [REDACTED] Location: Deep-Secure Hangar Thanatos-3, Cerberus Black Site

The Trinity Experience: Birthing A Tri-Breed is a high-octane sci-fi thriller where perfection is engineered, but one family births the impossible. Part human, part mutant, part machine—Jenna Cross was never meant to exist. Now, her fight could reshape humanity itself. 📖 Read now: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FJXRYD3G

The blanket was folded neatly like a perfect square, with all the little fuzzy balls removed, even the fraying threads at the edges were cut off by "scissors" formed by telekinesis. The dust on the floor, the clutter in the corners, the crumbs on the desk... When Shen Hao first obtained telekinesis, he could barely grasp a pillow without it shaking. But now, he could do these fine tasks solely with the use of telekinesis. Even transform it into daggers, scissors, spikes... It was as if he had practiced for countless years, turning it into an instinct.

There was no need to turn his head; the bed, the cup, the pillow... all of it was under his "consciousness's" perception and "touch". Even... Instinctively, Shen Hao exerted a little effort and lifted his own pillow. Then, he watched rather blankly as the pillow slowly floated in front of him. Apart from himself, the naked eye couldn't see the "invisible hand". "Holy shit!" Shen Hao exclaimed subconsciously, his eyes wide.

Sister? Murder? How is that possible? In that instant, Shen Hao felt that the world was truly ridiculous. He was the only child by birth, and the sister in question, named Gu Qiuyue, was a relative from his mother's side of the family. Six years ago, when her family met with a misfortune and all her family members died, his mother, deeply sympathetic, went to offer condolences and ended up adopting the child. At that time, Shen Hao had just gone to university. Although they weren't very close, he knew that his sister had a very good nature.

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Star Jump Day! ``` December 23, 2025. The room was bright with light, it was already half past ten in the morning, and Shen Hao jolted awake from a dream. His face was pale, and he gasped for air. In his mind, it seemed as if the apocalyptic scenes from his dream still lingered. Glancing at the bedside clock, Shen Hao rubbed his temples wearily. It had been a month. His gaze inadvertently moved downward, and there, in the lower right corner, was a crisp, almost intangible light blue progress bar that had reached ninety-nine percent.

The article presents a compelling case for human adaptability as a key to our species' success. However, a debate can be made that the very traits that make us so "adaptive" are also causing catastrophic damage to the planet and may ultimately threaten our own existence.