Ippocampos, however, presented Varouforos with a different problem. The alien was influential in its government—the presiding member of some ruling council or another. As such, it had… Read More
The next day, Morana pulled into orbit above Abila Lysaniou. At sixty stadia—twenty kilometers, in the newfangled Gallic measure—he dwarfed every other ship there. The gigantic… Read More
To emphasize Varouforos’ Russian-ness, I use that language’s convention for ship pronouns—namely, that there isn’t a special convention, and ships merely use the gram… Read More
They stepped out into a neatly kept park, all manicured lawns and paths marked by stately lines of trees. The sun had passed behind the limb of Abila, so through the dome overhead, only sta… Read More
As a believer himself, Varouforos could hardly say this was a bad thing in itself. The particular form of the yashcherit Orthodox tradition, however, caused him no end of trouble. Their inc… Read More
Adalric Ewart watched his navarch disappear in a flash of light. That translocator had cost as much as Perun, but it had certainly proved its worth over the years. Nearly every yashcherit i… Read More
A pair of yashcheritsy appeared in the crowd ahead. When they saw Varouforos and Ippocampos, they leveled their weapons. Varouforos pushed Ippocampos behind a nearby stall and slid into cov… Read More
Soon, his men were aboard, and he busied himself organizing their deployment, not noticing the growing chill amidst the bustle.
Perun fought on. He drew the yashcherit ships away fr… Read More
Ewart’s command post had grown as his force did. Now, he stood at a map table in the middle of a ring of comms units, all of it protected from the weather by a tarp overhead, stretche… Read More
“You cannot—”
“I am a man of my word,” Varouforos interrupted. “I said that I would make you sign. There will be peace. It will come either by your sig… Read More