The Arcturus Archives are collection of short stories that dive deep into the universe of Arcturus.
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The Arcturus Archives are collection of short stories that dive deep into the universe of Arcturus.
As the MetteCraft-636S short-range transporter rolled off its acceleration slope, Arthur sighed a breath of relief. Despite traveling more than most, Arthur always felt uneasy during the initial sharp acceleration out of a planet’s atmosphere. Usually the tension in the pit of Arthur’s stomach would start to melt after being released from the grip of acceleration, but surrounded by Lockett’s thugs...
Marcus Ranieri was seated in the passenger compartment of a Zodiac A200 transporter that was ferrying him from the ASF Aquila, to Covent City, the main surface dome on Io. The Aquila was a Class II Sovereign defense carrier, a beast of ship. It housed an arsenal of artillery and canons, a small fleet of attack ships, and as many as 12,000 crew. It also housed Marcus’s office, which was part of the Office of Consulate General.
Arthur was interrupted in this train of thought by a buzz on his haptic comband. Surprised by a call so early in the day, he looked at his left wrist, which revealed he was receiving a call from Mila Lockett.
Frak! Arthur’s heart started to race as he considered his options. He had been dodging calls from Mila for the last two weeks...
Arthur Fidge felt a faint buzz radiating from his left wrist. His first instinct was to sleep through it, but the longer he ignored it, the more intense the buzz became until it felt as if someone was shaking him by the wrist. Finally, the intensity was enough to wake him, and Arthur lifted his left wrist towards his face and slide his right thumb down the middle of the haptic comband wrapped around his wrist…