Excerpt from The Crossing: Moonlit Skies
Just wanted to drop a smidgen of what you can expect to see in The Crossing: Moonlit Skies.
The anthology that it appears in, Machina Obscurum, is currently free :-) as an e-book here and available as in softcover for $6.99 here. All in all there are 20 awesome stories being told be some great writers.
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The Crossing: Moonlit Skies
by Robert Jeffrey II
Earth 2418, 18:42:13
The duo ran towards the departing grav train, arms’ fire punctuating the air. Shots meant for them hit the gleaming alloy of the train’s shell above their heads. The open door of the supply car beckoned further ahead.
Jun dropped lower to the ground, ducking the shots, as Mark turned and fired several rounds from his RH-80, one slug finding a snug home in another pursuer.
“Get on the train!” Mark shifted into a more stable shooter’s stance. Jun reached for her sidearm. “No! You’re running! I’m shooting! Do it!”
Jun responded with a frustrated nod and sprinted towards the open supply car door.
Another set of rounds fired by the special agent, the brightened colors of his tracer fire becoming lost in the neon blue tint of the sleek looking train’s bottom carriage.
Their followers wildly discharged their own technologically modified weapons, shots scattering across the double moon drenched train yard. Even with the perpetual night of this world, both otherworldly bodies managed to bathe the landscape in an eerie cream colored glow.
It was one of the things Jun loved about this place, and that she hated leaving behind.
Unfortunately if they stayed, they’d both wind up sacrificed to the Lunar Deities of Earth 2418. Flayed and begging for death, like the other cursed souls they’d left behind.
Long story. Not enough time to tell. Gunfire and what not.
As several rounds continued to strike the ground in front of him, one even coming shockingly close to his head, Mark never lost his nerve. He kept faith that his experienced marksmanship trumped the inexperienced grandstand shooting of the cult foot soldiers.
He pulled the trigger, two more went down, cloaked bodies tumbling to the tracks.
