Scarlet emergency lights flooded the flicker-lit halls of the smoke filled sub-basement forge-halls as scratchy metallic screeching temporarily drowned the whir of pistons and gears. The 518th...

Lady Maemori did not like the jungle. She could taste the humidity in the air, a cloying thickness that seeped into her lungs and clung to her pale skin. As if buoyed by the thick air, the grotesque...