Brit Blaise

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Knights of the Magical Realm: Warriors Gone Wild

My story is Time Thieves. The premise is in the 29th century, where the foolish and debauched sons of the ruling class, the Korin, travel back through time to enjoy the excesses of the 21st century. They are immoral and often cruel, but when they corrupt into senseless killers, they have to be stopped. It’s the job of the Borge, the warrior class, to keep them in line and send them back where they belong.

excerpt:

“Incoming!”

Houston’s shout from above by would’ve ordinarily had them diving for cover, but there wasn’t anything to duck behind in the stairwell. The door leading to the eleventh floor was only feet away. His men would know what to do, but would she? He reached back as he dived for the door Chiron opened. When his hand connected with hers, he couldn’t believe it. All four of them made it through the door before the explosion.

A sonic bomb, the size of a marble would do serious damage, maybe even kill them, but the percussion from this one hardly registered. Seconds after it detonated, they were moving again.

The smell of sulfur was thick when they ran back into the stairwell.

“Fuck!” Peck said.

Daken pushed ahead, knowing what he’d find. The blood trail dripping down the stairs found him first. Houston’s mangled body lay flat on the floor in a pool of blood on the twelfth floor landing. But he still had his head, so there was hope. With a handheld device it would require far more time than Houston could spare. The smell told Daken, his teammate had tried to return to the future for help, but didn’t have the power to do it on his own.

“Peck, notify base to await Houston’s return. I’m sending you back, buddy.”

Houston stirred and opened a single eye. The other side of his face was covered with blood, loose skin and tissue. “I got him, but he threw the bomb right as I sent him across. I knew you guys were coming with no cover. I had to throw myself on it.”

“Don’t worry about anything. Just think of all the scars you’ll get from this.” Together Daken and Peck sent him across.

Daken keyed his communicator. “We need a cleanup team. We have sonic bomb damage.”

He turned to Peck. “This is my fault. I should’ve watched him more closely. I knew he had it in him to go off on his own.”

“It’s a lesson most of us had to learn at one time or another. We’ll deal with the fallout after we finish our mission.”

Peck was right. Now wasn’t the time to hash it out. If Houston didn’t have a chance, they’d already know by now. It only took seconds with a high-tech whole-body stabilizer. “Let’s get back to base and see about finding the remaining Korin. Three down and eight more to go.”

Peck twitched, a nervous gesture Daken recognized as trouble. “What else?”

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