Howdy, I’m Lucas. You’re probably here for the stories.
I started the 100 Failures Project in June 2024 to force myself out of a perfectionist rut of “is this good enough” by instead forcing myself to stick to a schedule and deadline, regardless of quality. So some of what you might read below might be a little “meh” but, that’s the point.
If you read anything and like it, well… I need all the encouragement I can get, so find me on social media and pat me on the back, eh?
Hals and Li-Cha run to find Fifth and make a plan to escape the attack of Silver’s Culling.
“Listen, Lianne. You need to get off this station, before sunrise. Or morning, or whatever they call it here.”
Hals was confused. Li-Cha let her go and straightened up, then offered Nador her hand. He gave her a tiny, tight smile before shaking.
“I owed you, from the Baranpar Pit,” he said. “But next time, well…”
“I won’t let there be a next time,” Li-Cha said. “Thank you, Nador.”
He nodded, turned, and left the alley. Hals struggled to her feet, staring at the four scorch marks in the wall. The holes the blaster had made were inches deep, penetrating the metal frame almost entirely. Her shields almost certainly wouldn’t have stopped them.
“The hell?” Hals managed to whisper.
Li-Cha stood up.
“Your name is Lianne?”
“Nador,” Li-Cha said. “What are you doing here? Working with that pirate?”
“Could ask you the same. I always wondered where you slunk off to, ya know. People guessed you’d gotten tired of the life, settled down with some rich prick and stole a moon from him or something. Didn’t expect to find you here. You’re dead, by the way.”
Hals went cold. She debated charging him, but Li-Cha reached down and squeezed her hand, and didn’t let go.
“I am, am I?”
“Yeah,” he said, and he pulled the trigger three times.