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Prologue
The woods looked washed out, color saturation turned down and light levels turned up to compensate. Every surface was evenly illuminated, leaves, bark, ground all shared the same quiet brightness. Shadows couldn’t find any purchase from which to cast. Not under the leaves, not beneath the undergrowth. Everything felt two dimensional. A man stood at the edge, looking in towards the center. No…
Convergence Chapter 10: Currents of Power
2050 Director Holt stood at the head of the long, polished table in the Pentagon’s secure briefing room, the cold glow of the room’s central holoscreen painting sharp lines across his face. Around him sat the country’s top brass: senior military commanders, cabinet officials, the President’s science advisors, and President Monroe herself, seated at the far end, calm but expectant. Holt pressed…
Chapter 8: Invitation to the Table
They huddled in the dark, too shaken to speak. What little moonlight slipped through the veil of vines at the cave mouth died quickly against the black. The world beyond was silent again. Too silent. Bram kept his eyes fixed on the entrance, every muscle tight. “We can’t go back out until dawn,” he murmured. His voice carried the weight of someone who already knew dawn might not save…
Convergence Chapter 9: Claiming the Morningstar
2050 The conference room was dim, with only the glow from the projection screen casting faint shadows on the stone-faced officials seated around the table. The full-scale image of Venus rotated slowly above them, its thick cloud cover shimmering in hues of gold and orange. It was still far from habitable in the true sense, but the atmosphere was edging closer to the critical threshold. The…
Chapter 7: The Price of Asking https://phoenixgaming.space/chapter-7-the-price-of-asking/
The group loses the first of their party.
Man. Stories which are truly grim are painful to read
Chapter 6: Eat, and You Shall Never Be Clean
The morning sun filtered weakly through the trees, casting pale gold into the hollow. The air was cool, still damp from morning dew. Camp was almost completely torn down and packed away for the day when Finley and Brooke woke. “They need to go back to town,” Thatcher insisted, voice low but sharp, “We can’t be responsible for them out here” Shade didn’t bother turning from cinching his roll to…
Convergence Chapter 7: The First Light
The Situation Room, The White House – Washington D.C. – Late 2046 The situation room thrummed with a quiet, electric tension. Rows of monitors bathed the space in blue-white light, casting long shadows on the faces gathered around the polished black table. President Monroe sat at its head, flanked by her senior staff and military leaders. All eyes were locked on the screen in front of them. The…
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Convergence Chapter 6: God of War
The walls of the NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory’s main conference room were lined with mission badges, planetary maps, and models of deep space probes, all reminders of what the agency had once accomplished, and what it now hoped to achieve again. Director Franklin Holt stood at the head of the table, hands behind his back, posture impeccable, an echo of his Marine days. “Let’s begin,” he said,…
Chapter 5: In the Owl's Debt
Shade moved ahead of the others with the silent, practiced ease of someone who’d spent most of his adult life trusting the forest only on its best days. Pip trailed close behind him, alert but quiet, matching his pace step for step. The deer trail curved around a fallen cedar before widening into a shallow depression between two lichen-covered boulders. Shade stopped. Pip froze immediately…
Chapter 4: What the Grave Could Not Stomach
A blur of red and black sliced past Serathis as he twisted away. He struck with his tail, catching the king snake across the snout. It retaliated instantly, slamming its thick body into him like a battering ram. Stars burst in Serathis’ vision as his skull cracked against the ground. They circled, breath hissing, scales rasping. Tension coiled in the silence between strikes. Then, an…
Convergence Chapter 5: The American Response
Cape Canaveral, 2045 The harbor was quiet in the early morning light, its usual buzz softened to a gentle hum. Mist clung to the water’s surface, curling between the docked boats like smoke, as the rising sun cast a pale orange glow across the bay. Director Cunningham and General Flores made their way down the pier toward The Abyss, a sleek vessel resting still in its berth. As they approached,…
Chapter 3: Shadows Over Timberflow
The river murmured under a grey sky as dusk settled over the wooded hills. Timberflow’s northern patrol route was quiet, almost too quiet for Bram’s liking. The woodchuck soldier moved steadily along the ridge above the Silverstream, his pike held loosely in one paw, his other adjusting the strap of his battered leather satchel. Bram’s eyes were sharp. He had served too long to ignore instincts,…
