[IN PROGRESS]

In a distant future where a handful of far-flung human colonies are lorded over by a bloated, inefficient government, something dark looms just over the galactic horizon.

When Sergeant Dalton was dumped in the wastelands of a backwater colony world, he was happy to fade into obscurity. He'd fought for it all. For duty, for honor, for justice, for money. In the end, what did it matter? Now, bitter and broken, he wants to be left alone.

But that all changes when he finds himself in the midst of an invasion from not one, but two brutal alien races. With a half-psychotic best friend and a mysterious telepathic assassin riding shotgun, Dalton soon finds himself not just struggling for survival against insurmountable odds, but acting as an uneasy leader to the scattered survivors of the ongoing conflict.


[COMPLETE]

In orbit over a backwater world named Taris, the Endar Spire, a Republic vessel, is being torn apart by the Sith battle fleet. Survivors flee in escape pods, crashing onto the cityscape that covers Taris.

One such survivor is Seth Kast. A battle-hardened veteran who has been a soldier in service to the Republic for over a decade now, he finds himself in possibly the worst situation of his entire career: the Undercity of Taris. A sunless, forgotten place locked away beneath the surface of the cityscape, it is filled with suffering outcasts and exiles, ruthless gangs, and monstrous abominations called rakghouls.

Working with a grim twi’lek bounty hunter, a stoic ithorian technician, and an awkward but skilled selkath medic, Seth must do whatever it takes to escape Taris, stay alive long enough to get back into the fight with the Sith, and help anyone he can along the way.

But little does he know that the Jedi are about to ask him to engage in a dangerous mission that will take him across the galaxy, and Taris is just the beginning of a new chapter in his life…


[COMPLETE]

Growing up, TJ Detweiler always had grandiose visions for himself, his career, his life. Only, as the years went by and time edged inevitably forward, his visions shrank as he became more aware of what was likely and what was ridiculous. What were the delusions of a child and the goals of an adult.

Imagine his dismay, perhaps even his terror, when he wakes up one day and realizes that he's given everything up. His hopes, his dreams, his aspirations: he's traded them all in to walk the path of responsibility and mediocrity. At twenty four, he's an office drone living in a two bedroom apartment with, of all people, Guru Kid, now known only as a buttoned-down drone named James, in another city, far from his friends, his family, and his old life.

A desperate if cryptic email from Spinelli triggers a deep fracture in his soul. In a moment of existential desperation, TJ temporarily abandons his life, hops on a plane, and heads back to his old stomping grounds. Intent on finding Spinelli and helping her with whatever problem she now finds herself in, he instead finds himself being led through a long, dark, rainy night by Randall, who seems thrilled at the prospect of showing TJ what became of all their varied classmates...


[COMPLETE]

In an age where corporations rule supreme and civilization at large is primarily concerned with the Unreal Tournaments, it's easy to forget that research outposts are still necessary.

One such outpost sits at the edge of civilized space on a miserable planet of eternal rain, dim gray skies, and seemingly endless plant life. For the ten men who live there, it is a punishment duty of tedium and routine.

All of that changes when a mysterious escape pod full of twisted, mutated corpses crash-lands nearby...


[COMPLETE]

Speculative fan fiction for the horror game The Callisto Protocol. Daniels has been sentenced to Black Iron Prison, a penitentiary built onto Jupiter's moon Callisto. After a few miserable months, he suddenly finds himself in a unique position: as a professional diver, he is tasked with diving into the mysterious Stygian Sea the prison is built near and recovering... Something. Something he can't know the truth about. Something he can't speak about. Ever.