Emily Harris
Stories
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Jack was in space. He was floating and covered in a thin film that protected him from the lack of pressure and heat, as well as the radiation. The Trampling Ram awaited behind him, several faces watching through the main room’s glass walls. The ship was standing still, of course; they’d stopped their flight to let the space monster approach. Jack had never been outside the ship before. He didn’t know what to expect besides the obvious. The moment he stepped into space, even the obvious fled from…-
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Jack felt space solidify around him. Another successful warp had just ended. With a deep breath of relief, he looked inside himself. It had already been a week since he boarded the Trampling Ram. In that time, they had met no other starships, planets, or any sort of civilization. They were alone in an endless void, light years away from anything else that could speak, with only each other as company. Jack did not dislike it. He had used this time to finally relax and inspect everything new about him.…
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Gan Salin understood the concept. Yes, he’d fucked up. Yes, he had lost in single combat against Jack Rust, Vivi Eragorn, Li Xiang, and Edgar Allano. Yes, three of those fights had been broadcasted across Earth-387 and the Animal Kingdom home world. And yes, he had even been assaulted by a pack of oddly muscular dogs. But those things could happen to everyone, right? So why was he getting bullied now? The three Hounds stepped off the teleporter. When Salin followed a moment later, they were already…
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The Trampling Ram was the largest starship in the docks—or rather, outside of them. It floated before one of the openings in the wall, five hundred feet over the city. Any random item dropped from this height could incapacitate the weaker people below. However, the starship didn’t bob with the wind as one would expect. Instead, it was completely still, as if anchored to space itself. Despite this stability, thick chains extended from the edge of the docks to the starship ten feet away, holding it in…
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The Morningstar bar was precariously placed. Surrounded by five-hundred-foot falls on either side, it only had a flimsy fence protecting its patrons. Coupled with the cityscape stretching under it, it gave the impression of a bar in the sky—which it was, in a way. In fact, the bar had commandeered one of the openings on the wall, laying out tall tables before it for people to enjoy the view. As Jack approached, he was assaulted by raucous laughter and strong winds. The patrons’ clothes flapped…
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The docks reminded Jack of a rising waterdrop, like the ones that try to jump up when you throw a rock but don’t manage to dislodge themselves from the neck of water that ties them to the sea. Jack thought it was close-by. It wasn’t. The building rose even higher than he had estimated, and its size dwarfed practically everything around. It was like the entire city was built as an afterthought to this behemoth. On the bright side, he found a pleasant surprise on the way there. Someone had left a…
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The feshkur brandished his dagger, seeming eager to use it. “Did you hear me, brightskin?” he asked. “Credit card. Now.” Jack blinked. The feshkur took his silence as resistance. A hand rose to slap Jack. Jack leaned back, letting it sail before his face. The feshkur frowned. “You don’t want to do this,” he warned, suddenly looking grim. His dagger tip rose as his grip tightened. Jack got the distinct feeling that this man would use the dagger if he had to. Jack looked around. Everyone…
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Stars filled the sky, the ground, and everything in between. Brock was hurtling through space, feeling nothing but seeing everything. Meteors drifted by him, followed by long tails—but only when they were close to stars. Some meteors didn’t have their tails behind them, but rather in front, and Brock stared in wonder until they disappeared. He saw rocks, planets, stars. He saw a giant purple squid surrounded by small fish made of dust. He even saw a small iron thing with a plate on its top, lazily…
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“He was your grandson!” the lioness growled into the air, pacing alone in an empty room at the very top of the Integration City white tower. She was Galicia Lonihor, Earth-387’s assigned overseer. Her voice was deafening, but her Dao prevented the slightest whisper from exiting the room. She was supreme, and sound was not. “The Barren High blocked me!” she argued. “What was I supposed to do, break their prophet’s spiritual projection?” She gritted her teeth. The power to level the entire…
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Jack ducked under a strike, then pivoted and smashed out his own. Rufus took it to the chest and whimpered, but his elbow came crashing down on Jack’s head, whose hair were now wet with blood. Jack barely pulled himself aside to evade the strike, right into a knee that crunched his nose further. He endured the pain to plant his iron knuckles in Rufus’s eyes. Every hit was brutal and meant to kill. They fought like rabid beasts, neither backing down an inch. The merchants had fallen silent. By now,…
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