Series: Maj and the Outlaws

Lisse, Eater of All, was on the hunt. She prowled down the main hallway of her space ship den, careful to keep her claws retracted from the metal floor. Her wings she hugged tight against her back, and she let her tail sway back and forth behind her as she took each silent step. She…

Maj crouched in the cockpit of the Trinordia Dragon, their stolen—and retrofitted—ship. It had more room now, with fewer crew seats up front and modifications to make the galley bigger. It still looked patchwork, with mismatched metals, textures, and long-neglected paint. The floor below Maj’s knees had once been a studded plate steel, worn nearly…

Maj stared out of the ship’s docking bay into the long, unlit hallway of a space station and had their first doubt. Something about that empty, yawning stretch rubbed them the wrong way. Maybe it was the cloying sweetness in the air, which the station’s life-support had left like a forgotten bag of rotting trash.…

Lissie, the Eater of All, crouched outside the doorway to the mess in her shipden as her stomach rumbled and gurgled. She was hungry and there was something interesting happening in the mess that smelled like it might become food. She flicked her forked tongue into the air and settled her wings along her back.…

Maj balanced a tray of food in one hand and their head, piled high with several steaming bowls. They came in an array of colors denoting their contents: green vegetarian for Rune, red carnivore for Maj, blue mixed veg and fish for Vidar, along with an array of drinks and cutlery. When it came to…

Maj Frost lay in a makeshift hammock they’d strung together from a sheet and some twine and lashed to the front porch of a man they’d killed a week ago. The body was gone, which left the house unoccupied and Maj was nothing if not an opportunist. They flicked their fingers in the air, manipulating…

Thanks to galactic-wide emergency protocols, the Trinordia Dragon was allowed to dock at any space station for air and water, despite not being able to pay a landing fee. Maj chose Lore Station 17 less for it’s central position as a trading hub and more for the fact that the Dragon ran out of fuel…

Maj Frost, tiny, offended, and sentenced to exile, tried their best to bite the GSA soldier that held them in two steel-augmented hands. They squirmed, snapping their teeth at the soldier’s pale nose. The soldier just picked them straight up by the arms, like a child. Maj kicked and twisted, they tried to pitch themselves…