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HSAR

Joined March 2010 and calls The Flash of Silver home.

362 stories, 4 challenges, 832 comments, and 29 friends

Master of the Armory and Chief Nibmaker of Our Strange and Wonderful House. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Like many others in this community, I have no qualifications for writing except a head full of ideas and a passion for good storytelling.

You can find me at shusamchen@gmail.com, or you may bump into me elsewhere on the internet as HSAR.

Stories

  1. Airships: The Fleeting Nature

    Hawkeye was silent for a long time after she stopped speaking. He quietly rinsed out the tea set and wiped the pieces dry, returning them to the cupboard. He pulled a logbook out of his coat and made a few notes on a page already filled with elegant pe...

  2. Airships: All Good Tales...

    Hawkeye looked at her for a second, revealing nothing of the turmoil of his emotions, and shrugged in an off-hand manner. “Well, I’m up here for another four hours. Would you like tea?” Elletra, caught a little off-guard by the sudden...

  3. Airships: Testing the Water

    Elletra eased herself out of bed some hours later, wondering why it was still dark outside. She quietly opened her bag and freshened up by the small sink in the corner before stepping out into the corridor. There was no-one in sight. The hatch leading ...

  4. Airships: Downtime

    Elletra made her way back to her cabin and collapsed on the little fold-out bed, furious with herself. I’m supposed to be a young woman. In control! Not falling for the first man I meet who’s faintly good looking. She thumped the mattress i...

  5. Airships: Guardian Angel

    In the infirmary, a crew member with a white apron asked her a few questions, told her to walk to the door and back and declared her unharmed. “That will have to do, miss. I’m afraid there are more urgent cases that require my attention. Ho...

  6. Airships: Slipping the Net

    After what seemed like an eternity, Elletra let the last man fall away from her – and found no more enemy combatants on the field. The crew yelled, the large hawser falling away from the hull. Immediately, the deck lurched as the helmsman laid on...

  7. On Patrol: Of Silhouette and Shadow

    I had a quiet word with Banon about posting a double watch, then went down with the third mate to hand out the rum. To my great surprise, most of the crew were already gathered around assorted tables and chairs waiting for us. A great cheer went up as ...

  8. Airships: Being Useful

    She almost felt bad as the entered range for the first man, who hesitated at the sight of a young girl on the battlefield – and died an instant later, her off-hand blade tracing a neat line across his throat. She danced past, neatly deflecting a ...

  9. Airships: The Whites of Their Eyes

    In no mood for an argument, the man offered her his sword – which she took, though it would be next-to-useless in the tight corridors. They went together to the main gundeck. Halfway there, they ran headlong into a three-man patrol descending the...

  10. On Patrol: Fleeing the Scene

    If possible, the ship was more of a mess now than it had been immediately after the battle. Temporary scaffolding and half-completed repairs were in evidence all over the ship, repair crews welding, sawing and nailing new materials into place. After th...

  11. Airships: New Dangers

    Suddenly everything happened at once. The captain resumed his watch of the heliograph in the distance, and a regular crew member appeared to guide her back to the cabin. Elletra could hear Gladstone below, bellowing orders at the gun crews to get them ...

  12. Airships: New Skies

    Elletra closed her eyes – but in a sudden flash of light that left her entire body tingling, she was through. The captain released his grip and nodded at the helmsman before turning back to her. “This is the other side, mademoiselle. Does i...

  13. Airships: The Crossing

    The Frenchman led her back through the ship and up into the bridge, which seemed to double as the map-room. Every single surface – including the ceiling – had maps plastered over it. Some “normal” maps, with contours and small a...

  14. On Patrol: With Every Passing Moment

    “It’s nothing, captain. Just need to stay focused.” He nodded, taking a message from a runner and adding a note to the red box over the lower hull. Looked like they were nearly done with that area. “Repair crews say we should be...

  15. You think this is a game?

    You think you can make light of the minimum character count?

  16. Airships: Release

    The engines took hold with a sudden roar that quickly died down to a rumble. The crew shouted to one another, scuttling back and forth while the cradle gently released the ship. Elletra grinned, the thrill of departure filling her with excitement. She ...

  17. Airships: The Captain

    When the door hissed open at the other end, it revealed a vast assemblage of gantries and walkways connected by huge girders and wreathed in steam. Elletra set off immediately, the route already memorised. She found the captain next to his ship in anim...

  18. Airships: Resolution

    Firus set down the bottle and locked eyes with her, suddenly serious. “It ain’t as easy as you make it out to be, girl. You think it’s an easy job? That I can just snap my fingers and make one drop out of thin air? You think I have so...

  19. On Patrol: Onwards

    I looked at the red ink all over the ship’s hull and put the papers down, sighing. We could push on to the front line, of course – we could repair or patch together the ship with what we carried. What was worrying was that we were barely in...

  20. Tarnished (Draft Only)

    The husky voice belonged to a man sitting in the gloom on the opposite side of the bar, the only one sitting alone. “Tarnished” would have been the word to describe him,

  21. Scavenger

    The little pot of stew sent rumbles through my stomach, but it wouldn’t be done for some time yet. I leaned back against the wall and listened to the savage cry of the wind and rain outside my little shelter. It was good craftsmanship, this place...

  22. Machination

    It strode into the workshop on smoothly articulated, massively powerful piston-driven legs; caught the light with brassed steelwork when it locked softly glowing eyes onto me. It was a crowning jewel of an achievement. Thick, angular plates protected t...

  23. On Patrol: Recovery

    One thing at a time, I told myself. I opened a panel outside the showers with a key from the huge ring that I carried, revealing a ordered array of indicators, dials, fluid gauges all connected together by a maze of piping. Noting down the levels of a ...

  24. On Patrol: Quietude and Night

    Later, Bannon met Firus on the bridge. Both men were intensely weary, but as veterans of the sky both had been through worse before. Darkness cradled the battered hull of the Heart’s Desire, offering sanctuary until dawn. Firus and Bannon regarde...

  25. On Patrol: Aftermath

    The adrenalin faded quickly after that, tiredness closing down my field of vision and turning the usually short journey to the bridge into a shambling mess. It was an arduous task even aided by the handrails lining each corridor, quickly devolving into...

  26. Broken Shadow

    In the silence of the night, a few more syllables. I gave the silhouette one notch left on the scope, and two up before placing my finger on the cold steel trigger. “Target confirmed.” It was the biggest I’d ever seen, certainly. A hundred kilos ...

  27. Silver

    The conditions were perfect – a blanket of thick cloud covered the full moon, casting the terrain into deep shadow. The two of us were perched high on the hills overlooking the valley, scanning the ground far below. The spotter looked up from his sco...

  28. On Patrol: Kinetics

    A mind does funny things when it thinks death is imminent. Bannon couldn’t have left more than an armspan or so of slack, but I still managed to consider my entire life so far (not too exciting), wonder what Firus would say about me (I wasn’...

  29. On Patrol: Disorientation

    With an effort, I managed to get a hand into the front of my apron and extract a Palar clamp. Steeling myself, I let go of the railing with one hand and, after a moment, slammed the clamp into the steeply sloping deck with my other hand. The Palar̵...

  30. On Patrol: The Hydra's Last Gasp

    I tried to make myself heard over the cheering, but it was a fruitless attempt. Mind spinning, I ran through the numbers – there couldn’t be much more than about ten ship-lengths of chain and the wreck already so far below us… Somebod...