dredge

So I've wrote Dredge for a while now. During my ups, downs, and everything in between; you get the point. He's been around for a while, but in this last incarnation I've realized that he's gone as far as he can. It's time for the story to end, and it's time for him to make his exit from chaos...

Ever since Ruusan, Dredge hadn't been the same. When he had found peace in his final moments he was yanked away from it and forced to carry on with his existence of self loathing and sadness. Gone was the self righteous and pompous god that had laid claim to Hapes. Now there was only sadness...

The days of gathering on the fringes of the galaxy were over. Scraping by and living day to day not knowing if it would be your last, moments like that were not fitted for a god. God did not scrape the bottom of the barrel for followers, no that just wasn't what would happen. Instead God had to...

Zigoola The Calamari Sector One thing that positively astonished Antherion was how seldom the Lords of the Sith would look past the immediate impact their actions had on themselves. Zigoola was a lovely microcosm of this -- a world built around the refuse of the Dark Lords, the water of blood...

The Corvette pulled itself from hyperspace into real time. Ardgal stood on the bridge, watching the stars transition from streaks of teal blue into real dots before him. Creating the Godkillers had turned out to be so much harder than he had anticipated, the work that had been needed and put...

Dredge's Arena Aurum, Wild Space It had taken a while, and even the menial bounty hunter’s trying to detain him were useless, but Connor Harrison had finally found [member=Dredge]. It appeared a few easy corruptible navigators in Voss-ka were the eyes and ears for Dredge and his crew which made...

Deep in the forests of Dathomir the armored madman that was Dredge kneeled down under the shade of mighty tree and ran a stone against the side of his Sith sword. The scrapping and sparking of the stone against the blade was lost in the mix of sounds the forest's ambience gave off, yet if one...

(Gonna start out crummy and then get more bawss. Hold on to your Hammer Pants.) Hey Dredge, Gimme some time and a box of wine, And I'll tell you how your life's 'bout to be shorter than mine. Or it will be after you step on this landmine. Bringing down the house. I'm chokin' you up like David...

Chiasa casually scrolled through her inbox on C.U.P.I.D. After about the first half hour of having signed up to the site, she'd given up on even sending a polite 'no thank you' to most people. On a completely unrelated note, if she wanted to start her own adult holozine she certainly had...