The Table of Sharks
Author: F.J. Wilder
last update2026-01-31 01:23:20

The Neutral Zone was not a city. It was a relic.

It was a massive, pre-war oil rig floating in the middle of the Black Ocean. It had been retrofitted into a palace of glass and steel, suspended above the crashing waves.

Ethan’s transport ship descended through the storm clouds.

The cabin remained silent with a funeral atmosphere.

Sofia whispered to Ethan while she adjusted the small silver device on his wrist. "This is a Kinetic Capacitor which stores Jarek's punch recoil energy. You have one s
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  • The Edge of Silence

    Unknown Space. The Void-Skiff.Time: 60 Hours Post-Jump.The Void-Skiff was floating down through the dark, and the poisonous smog of the Scrapyard was long since forgotten. The temperature inside the cargo hold was barely above freezing. The ship was dying.Lord Gear had also sent all unnecessary power to the Singularity Drive and life support. The lights within the house were set so that they were in a low, economy amber tone. The atmospheric re-cyclers rattled on with a painful metallic rattle. The emergency shutters that closed the doors at the violated cargo bay creaked each time the ship changed its pitch.Elena was sitting in the cold steel deck with her hands in the open thorax of a cybernetic chest of Jarek. She was laboring in the blaze of a portable working lamp. She cut off burnt wires and entered fused logic boards, her fingers running with the desperate accuracy.Jarek was lying on his back with his huge optical sensor burning with a low, grey glow. He lacked his customa

  • The Weight of Chaos

    The Scrapyard. The Void-Skiff Cargo Hold.Time: 51 Hours Post-Jump.The cargo-hold was full of the odor of smoldering metal and ozone.Jarek was completely lying on the deck. The colossal cybernetic gladiator was not breathing. The optical sensor in his skull was still black, dead and hollow.Ethan fell on his knees next to his friend. He was pushing his single human hand against the thick superheated armour plate of the chest of Jarek. There was no vibration. No internal power plant was humming along.Gear, I said, Ethan, I said, Gear, I said, accused of being a joke. "Status report. Now."The Lord Gear said it was cardiac arrest, over the intercom. The anarchical burst of your plasma core overstrained his main biological processes. His artificial neural network has switched on an emergency stasis lock, but his natural heart has ceased to beat.Elena pushed past Ethan. She threw back the sniper rifle, went down on her knees tearing the emergency medical kit out of the wall bulkhead.

  • The Spark of Chaos

    The Scrapyard. Neutral Territory.Time: 50 Hours Post-Jump.Korvath was at the edge of the Fighting Pits, and his solid black eyes were looking up at the smoking rubble of his champion. The vultures of the crowd remained absolutely silent. They stared at the dead Scrap-Beast and the half-crippled human being in the oil-streaked dirt with one arm and no other.The Scrapyard pays its own debts, Korvath said, and his guttural voice boomed through the arena. "Give the meat his forge. And put the neutronium into his vehicle.Ethan was not here to make merry. He swung about and climbed the rusty iron staircase, now falling on each breath. The Blue Plasma Core flicked, and was a dying spark, which might soon vanish altogether.Elena was waiting at the top. She threw his heavy canvas jacket on his shoulders, taking care not to come near the burnt stump of his left arm.You are careless," Elena reproved him, but her hands were trembling with gratitude. You have nothing to do, Ethan, to prove.

  • The Scrapyard King

    The Scrapyard. Neutral Territory.Time: 48 Hours Post-Jump.The Void-Skiff was floundering through the heavy rusty smog of the Scrapyard.It was not a natural planet. It was a man-made megastructure, a disorganized ball of amalgamated metallic material, defunct spaceships, and abandoned technology of the Harvesters that had been discarded size of a small moon. Localized and erratic gravity here was produced by hundreds of incompatible artificial cores buried in deep parts of the trash.Lord Gear steered the damaged ship in the direction of the coordinates which were used by the Exile transponder.It is breathing short periods but the atmosphere is toxic, Gear announced over the intercom. "I advise caution. It is mathematically unsound in terms of the structural integrity of this whole sector.Ethan stood in the cargo hold. He had a heavy canvas jacket, which he had scavenged out of the emergency stores of the Skiff. The arm on the left was bare, and pinned on his shoulder. He was tota

  • The Phantom and the Frequency

    Unknown Space. The Void-Skiff Medical Bay.Time: 12 Hours Post-Jump.Ethan did not awaken consciously in the gentle manner, but in a violent electrical shock.His biological lung was sucking in cold, sterile air with gasping. His cybernetic optic blazed blue, and flashed the instant error messages and warnings of critical damage into his brain. He attempted to sit forwards, but a couple of massive magnetic shackles kept his body even to the surgical table.Stay still, Lord Gear, said. The voice of the AI was coming out of the overhead speakers of the medical bay. Your body processes are in critical shock. Your artificial nervous system has been severely impaled by thermal damage.Ethan turned his head. The bruised heavy right side of his body. His left side of the body was like nothing.He looked down. Where his White Bio-Steel arm had been there was now a cauterized stump of merged metal and burnt flesh at his shoulder. The phantom agony was agonizing. He seemed to have metal fingers

  • The Override

    Zenith-Prime. The Temple of Echoes.Time: 02:06 Hours Post-Jump.The rod of expiring starlight fell down to the forehead of Ethan.Time appeared to bend and creeped to a crawl. Ethan could sense the localized seriousness of the weapon the Pale Rider held. Its light was cold with the absolute zero temperature of the deep void. It was not a physical weapon that was meant to mash or slice. It was a tool of erasure. Where the starlight touched, there just was not matter.Ethan was lying on the violet crystal floor. He was shallow breathers and ragged. A pool of black blood lay darkly beneath his left sore shoulder instead of where the White Bio-Steel arm had been. The Blue Plasma Core in his chest sputtered and its disordered beat fell to a low sporadic throb. He attempted to lift his left human arm to protect his face, however his muscles did not fire. His biological nervous system was paralyzed by this necrotic damage of the intense energy feedback.He gazed at the blank mask of porcela

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