Collection: Elysian//Age of Youth
Chronicled By: Valhel

Preceded By: Chupacabra

The canister cracked onto the ground with a startling clank, and Pandora jolted out of her sleep, pointing a blaster out at the shadows. Before her Mercury lay dazed, the fuel can split open and leaking a few feet from his bloodied head. Slowly she turned, surveying the surrounding rock, even as her mind raced to guess her unseen attacker. 

“Mercury?” Pandora hesitantly stood to make her way to her friend, “Are you still here?”

Mercury groaned in response and clutched his forehead, “Shi...”

Collection: Elysian//Age of Youtb
Chronicled By: Valhel

Preceeded by: Abandon Eden

​Mercury watched a group of shadows creep over a distant dune. Lowering the spyglass he tensed his shoulders and took on a serious tone.


“There’s a pack of wild chalupas out there.”


Pandora growled as she pulled a heavy blanket over her head, “Chupacabra. If you’re going to be on watch try not to narrate.”


She pushed her back up against the side of the treader, shielding herself from the light of a full moon. It had been a long ride from the battle aboard the Hesperides, and Pandora was more than exhausted. Authority patrols swept over the dunes searching for the fleeing combatants forcing the pair to travel well out of their path home to avoid detection.

Collection: Age of Youth//Elysian
Chronicled by: Valhel

Preceeded by: Tributaries

​Black skycraft swept in though the shattered dome, two descended to the deck and the third remained to keep watch near the opening.

“Why are they here?” whispered Lacea, slipping a dinner knife into the sleeve of her jacket.


“Because I am here.’ offered Andrew, ‘You need to leave.”


“What do we do?” asked Merc as he rose to his feet.


“Make yourselves scarce, find cover” the Professor’s face turned grey, “do not let them find you.”


Lacea nodded and taking Merc by the wrist sprinted behind the strange tree. No sooner had they ducked out of sight two figures dropped from the Resistance skycrafts and began to approach the Professor.

Collection: Age Of Youth//Elysian
Chronicled by: Valhel

Preceeded by: Mirrors

​Pandora retreated to the back of the garage, stepping carefully to avoid scattered tools that Wrench had left lying about. She pulled aside a canvas drape revealing the weathered airship beneath. Worry and admiration trickled through Pandora's mind as she weighed time against Wrench's progress on the vessel.

Collection: Age of Youth//Elysian
Chronicled by: Valhel

Preceeded by: Breach


​Embers flickered bright and red against the blue night as they floated up to join the stars above. A lone strix called from its rocky perch above the garage. The wind wound slowly over the desert chilling the air near freezing temperatures. Mercury, taking advantage of the smoldering Authority propaganda, had begun to warm bits of flatbread near the fire outside the bunker. He pondered how Pandora expected to get paid for burning the posters when it was intended for them to be hung around neighboring outposts.

Collection: Age of Youth
Chronicled by Valhel
preceded by: Out There

Elysian: Breach


...seven weeks after the last Halleaux


The malfunctioning lights flickered like an artificial thunderstorm within the iron halls of Roanoak. Blackouts had become a regular event within the base, but this was the first since Commander Petra had ordered the disarming of the Resistance as they prepared to carry the Gospel into the city.

The coils of lightning surged down Pandora's wrist with a terrible buzzing sound as her cord ignited. Swinging over her shoulder and then back across, the whip cut the metal door to Mech's armory into six pieces. Alarms blared and the din of pursuers could be heard down the hall. Pandora shoved crates and steel boxes aside as she searched the room. Four lights from her helm illuminated the darkness that flooded the armory at interval with the red glow of the alarm beacon. Finally a pale light answered the lights from Pandora's own helm. A glass orb sat sealed in a pile of time jump tech, and within shone the pale light.

Collection: Age of Youth
Chronicled by: Valhel
Preceded by: Long Road Home

​Pandora's treader thundered across the dried and cracked wasteland as the sunlight retreated under the advance of night. Merc and Lacea trailed behind her on their own vehicles as they returned to the bunker they called home. The band had set up their base in the northeastern sectors of the desert, here long dead rivers wound their dried veins through the clay and spires of stone loomed overhead like titanic fossils. These dry riverbeds provided a natural layer of protection for Pandora's crew as it interrupted the relatively flat terrain with steep banks and maze-like channels.

Collection: Ages of Youth//Elysian
Chronicled by: Valhel
Preceded by: the Halls of the Mountain King ptII
​Reccommended Listening: "Long Time" by Boston

Seven years before the first Halleaux...


​Boots kicked gravel into the dust choked air as a young woman raced through the rail yard. She wove in and out of abandoned freight cars with a frenzied determination. The sunset caused her shadow to cascade like moments suspended in the past as the last light burned brightly in her squinting eyes. Mud and sand flocked her black coat and a stack-barreled sidearm danced within its holster at her side as she ran.