10. Tumultuous Behavior
The raids came early in TB Mars. Sirens in the thin air, boots pounding against steel, armored rigs grinding through gates like they were paper. Every sweep ended the same—walls broken, pride dented, nothing found. No weapons. No stash. Just bikers who refused to bow.
One raid went sideways. Their little tank-trucks plowed through the gates and wedged themselves into their own trap. Couldn’t back out without tearing through ...
The Convoy Run to Redhaven
The buzz of the machine filled the shop, steady like a rattlesnake. Torch leaned back in the chair, wincing but grinning, talking louder than the hum. I told him to sit still or he’d wear the needle sideways, but Torch never could keep quiet when the stories started spilling out.
Heading for Redhaven
“So there’s six of us,” Torch says, “rolling convoy to Redhaven. Crawlers creaking, bikes strapped ...
The Long Run to Ash River
The dust outside TB Mars shimmered like rusted glass when the club rolled out. Five engines snarled in unison, single file, not side-by-side. On Earth, they might’ve ridden two-by-two, tight and proud. But Mars wasn’t Earth. The trails weren’t wide freeways; they were carved paths of salt and shale, broken rover ruts, and the jagged lips of collapsed lava tubes. Out here, if you rode ...
Chapter One: From Asphalt to Dust
1. Earth Gone Sideways
By the time the world gave up the ghost, most folks were either tuned out or gunning for the last piece of meat. The streets echoed with the last gasps of a dying era—smashed glass under boots, sirens swallowed by smoke, and the stink of desperation clinging to every corner.
I remember old Grizz, a mechanic out of Pendleton, leaning against the frame ...
14. The River That Burned Green
The fire snapped, throwing sparks into the thin air, the neon river humming beside them like some alien electric vein. The tents glowed faintly in the background, strange Martian cocoons that made the whole camp feel more like a fever dream than a campsite. Bikes rested nearby, silent silhouettes, chrome catching flashes of green from the water.
For a long time, nobody spoke. Just the pop ...