Start of short stories.





Warning, these are stories not suitable for younger persons. You have been warned.


Broken Sanctuary- Shikikami
Broken Sanctuary- Broken Thief
Broken Sanctuary- Protected Houses
Broken Sanctuary- Inner Gardens
Broken Sanctuary- Frozen Throne
Broken Sanctuary- Catacombs


Heh... something thats been sorta floating in my mind for a while, and I'm finally getting around to writing some of it. Based on an anthro-based, futuristic setting. ugh... I hope it actually gets finished. (work in progress)  Feel free to comment, or message me. [Greyfrost]




Prisoner of War


The allied worlds had set up boundaries, quarantines and sanctions against war, as if it could ever be avoided. The senate treated warfare like some strange kind of disease, keeping it isolated and as far away from public eye as possible. The fringe worlds, those farthest away from the Senate and government centers were always the worst, seedy places run and 'protected' by equally seedy people. Mercenaries and pirates watched most of the shipping lanes, attacking merchant ships and the like if any ventured towards the fringe worlds without military escort. And since military escort was expensive, most of the ships going to the fringe worlds were either heavily armed, or had some strange death wish.
That was, at least, until the Clan Wars... two large territories, with a handful of worlds on either side had been under loose peace treaties. Arctic based worlds, when they had been colonized, had been segregated largely into predatory and prey species. The senate and alliance officials would never admit to this being a mistake, or their fault at all... though everyone had certainly agreed that it had started things off on the entirely wrong paw. It had started with the two factions confronting each other in full on war, with the Alliance forming a third face to the war, though they tried to stay as neutral as possible. Death counts on both sides were rising, as the Clan Factions became more and more pronounced, beginning to spread even into the Senate and the inner worlds. Alliance Militia had begun to report ships and entire divisions of soldiers turning against their commanders or each other, based on the same differences... Predatory and Prey species beginning to fight across most of the worlds, their natural differences turning into the markings of sworn enemies. The two Warring Factions had become known as the New Alliance, and the Fractioned Clans. The New Alliance was comprised of prey based, or herbivore based species, while the Fractioned Clans was the predatory, or more carnivorous species.

The Rashian Etern Was a refitted military ship, medium sized Gunship flying New Alliance identification tags. The deckplating had been replaced with plasma ionized Steel, finished black and grey to help camouflage it against the inky darkness of space. Solar sails propelled the ship and powered the immense variety of sensory equipment that she carried. On a patrol route through the planets Aeriis II, Temriel, and Amris, it was mainly used to 'bounce' communication signals and relay data between ships farther out of the system... those closer to the frontlines, where the danger from Faction Clan ships was far more abundant. That was probably the main reason they hadn't expected the attack. Not to mention, the fact that a newly acquired technology at the hands of Fraction Researchers gave smaller predatory ships the ability to cloak, both from sonar and radar based sensory equipment, but visual as well. It even reflected heat. The reason it only worked on the smaller ships, was largely due to the fact that anything larger or heavier than a ten-fur crew ship or transport left too big of a signature, just from the trail left by their engines. Unfortunately for the New alliance, they had only gotten broken, limited and sparse reports on the cloaking abilities. It was more rumour and myth than any actual military intelligence.

"Ma'am? Enemy ship is entering target range. The captain is giving arm and ready orders." Bright blue eyes flickered open, taking a moment to adjust to the dim red lights that lit the interior of the ship. With a soft groan, the arctic fox sat up, and shook her head. Her neck hurt something awful, though she wasn't surprised by that. Only surprised that she had fallen asleep at all. The aft room that had served as her quarters was almost more like a prison cell, with just enough space for a narrow bunk built into one wall, and her gear locker set into the wall opposite. As the vixen rose and nodded to the young wolf, she shook out her limbs. "Thank you- lance corporal." She had to pause, glancing to re check his rank. Already dressed in white fatigues, it didn't take her long to don her long grey white trench coat and armoured vest. Guards that ran along her arms and up the front of her boots and knees followed, as well as two light pistols. A red insignia marked her left shoulder, three lines meeting in the middle, like an upside down 'Y'. Two silver bars glinted red in the dim lights, marking the vixen's rank as a lieutenant. The red symbol marked her as a combat medic. Her priority was fixing fallen soldiers, though unlike her superiors or fellow soldiers, she tried truly to help any injured... Fraction, or New Alliance. The lance corporal stepped to one side of the open doorway, bowing his head in aknowledgement of her rank... the second highest in the attack force. The only other with a rank higher than herself was marked as an alpha, and was the captain of the ship she was on, the Xepher. Unlike the New Alliance ship they were targeting, the Xepher didn't have heavy armor. It did however take pride in four Magnetically charged Rail cannons, a series of linked energy based rocket launchers, and two long range Laser cannons. Not even aimed properly, if half of that arsenal hit a ship such as The more heavily armoured Rashian Etern, it would be so full of holes and ruptures that the entire ship would be destroyed. The crew at least. There was a smaller set of concussive rockets, and two EMP 'Tazers' meant for disabling ships intact, but the Xepher's captain rarely took prisoners, or left any survivors. Lieutenant Fal'lyre had to admit that the captain, one Amy Scherezade, was an amazing pilot. At the same time, Nessa Fal'lyre didn't get along with Scherezade... the female wolf was more like a freelance mercenary or a bounty hunter than anything else. Like... like a wolf, when Nessa thought about it. The captain was quick, and rather brutal in combat, from everything that the vixen had seen, working with her the last couple of months.