Having helped guide the decision to colonize their new world, Caitlin and Quinn have to unify the colonists to achieve their goals…..

Caleb stopped at the closest tree to check his weapons. Once done, he reoriented and scanned for the faint trail left by his team’s last hunt. The landscape offered no guidance. Everything looked the same. He sighed, holstered his sidearm, and lifted his rifle before continuing. A fine mist hung heavy with the scent of moss and earth, obscuring his view.

Even the birds had stopped calling, leaving only the soft crunch of Caleb’s boots to mark the passage of time. The silence pressed against his ears like a warning. He rubbed his eyes and forced himself to keep moving. Without the dwarves’ help, the settlement would fail, and his search had turned up nothing. He could almost hear their gregarious laughter echoing beneath phantom cries and the imagined groan of the settlement.

The woods felt heavier with each step, like they resented his presence...

Leaning along the edge of the enclosed bridge, Kyle Rickman was staring out into his city. His left hand was cradling a precious cargo, his notebook for this case. He’d only been working on the case for a few days, but it was already mostly full, and there were plenty of thoughts circling around his mind just none particularly helpful. Kyle’s frown was warmed by the setting sun, but he fought the growing smile as he scratched the stubble invading his chin. He turned to lean against the railing as he reviewed the facts he had recorded. There were a lot of things that might be useful, but he didn’t have the central thread to pull it all together, yet. And he was running out of time to help his client.

Except for the latest fact, sighing Kyle tapped his pencil on the new lead and hoped that his friend would be able to run the test quickly. He slipped his pencil into his shirt pocket as he put his notebook back into his pocket, then Kyle grabbed his phone, so to call the lab to see if there was an update, but before he could unlock it a call from his office came in...

I have been a big fan of the Marvel Cinematic Universe dating back to its inception with Iron Man, so I get excited about every film that comes out. Now I remember all of the emotions that were swirling in me at the conclusion of Avengers: Infinity War’s, despite intellectually knowing that it would happen. But when the film’s final post-credit scene ended with Nick Fury’s pager falling through his disintegrating fingers, I got excited with the teasing of Captain Marvel. Many things went through my mind, but the biggest was why not before, and so I’ve been eagerly waiting to get the backstory. And we finally got the answers we were waiting for, and then some.

Going in I knew the film was going to take place in the mid-nineties and it would be Carol Danvers origin, and these stories can be a lot of fun, if not a little overdone...

A pair of rough hands slammed into Lucas’s swaying back, driving him to the ground amidst the skeletonized vehicles and scattered debris. He rolled over and stared up into the sun, blinking as it beat down upon him. Despite his scattered mind, Lucas caught sight of his assailant squatting beside him, licking his lips.

“I’ll give you a full minute head start.”

Lucas covered his eyes as he turned toward the voice. “What?”

The stranger rose, stepping to his left to position the sun behind his head. With his face obscured, his singular command boomed out, echoing off the ruined vehicles...

Before the ship left Latria, the captain opened communications with the government back home letting them know about the planet below. They were told to continue on with their journey to Medicia to discover if it shared the same fate as Latria. So while the command crew plotted a course to their next destination, all of the members of the landing crew were reported to the ship’s infirmary. Once there they were forced into isolation so the doctors could ensure that their exposure to the radiation would do no lasting harm.

The trip to Medicia took three weeks, though the landing crew spent the first two in isolation. Only being released when all the tests came up negative did the doctors grudgingly allowed them to leave, as they demanded that their fleeing patients avoid any strenuous duties or activities. Yet as soon as Rylan escaped they containment he was ordered to the captain’s ready room...

Last month Harrison was introduced, and he displayed his desire to find a way to do what he loved, rather than be a slave to his father’s will. At least that was what he thought, this month we return to Harrison’s story to see how his life has changed as a result of his victory...

Walking towards the engine room, Daniel could hear Franco yelling at the now-stalled engine. The captain put his hand upon the hallway of his craft and whispered to it apologizing for his engineer’s hostility. When he was fifteen feet of the door, he saw Rachel run out of the room and just avoid getting struck by a random part of the engine as she slid to the ground. Daniel shook his head and helped her up asking, “I take it he’s having issues with the repairs?”

She nudged the piece lying between them with her foot answering, “Just a little it would seem.”

“He told me he would have us flying again in twenty minutes,” Daniel said as he entered the line of fire...

Having just forced Napoleon to retreat from Russia, despite the damage inflicted upon their forces from the starving and mistreated dragons freed from the Russian breeding grounds, they were unable to secure his capture. Unfortunately for the Russian troops and countryside, Laurence’s pleas for their conditions were too little too late for them to have claimed the dragons for their side. It also made his life a little uncomfortable, while he was at a party for the Czar, he sucker-punched a nobleman who had talked about poisoning the dragons to be rid of them. By this time most of Laurence’s memories had returned to him, and he was outraged by the man’s behavior, yet knowing he shouldn’t participate in a duel he did anyway bring Hammond along as his second.

He was injured in the exchange due to a misfire, but he was able to recover...

Tarian and his closest advisors stood atop the wall, staring out at the horde of alien creatures massing below. Through his telescope, he spotted trolls, goblins, and new, even more terrifying creatures. He lowered the scope, looked over his shoulder, and addressed his advisors. “Kel, there’s more of them than last time.”

Keldon reached out, and Tarian handed the scope over to his friend. With a sigh, Keldon inched toward the wall and examined the gathering monsters. “The horde out there surpasses what assaulted us previously. Besides, I’ve already noted several unique creatures that are probably as dangerous as anything else we’ve encountered.”

“I saw that,” Tarian said, as he reclaimed his telescope...

While Jonathan Gates was finishing his day, one of the company’s disgruntled employees stormed over to him and glared at Jonathan with furious eyes. When the man was close enough, he grabbed Jonathan and pulled him right into his face, and gruffly spoke, “Why did you rat me out?”

Jonathan tried to get Curtis off him as he replied, “Curtis, what happened to you was your own fault.”

“No, you ratted me out, Jonathan!”

“You were stealing from the company!” Jonathan said as he managed to dislodge his co-worker. “You brought this upon yourself...

Slipping down from the roof, Ezekiel’s feet silently landed upon the balcony. He quickly put his back against the wall and waited for an eternal moment. Then he promptly went to the balcony’s door and withdrew his tools and unlocked the entrance to the embassy. Before opening it, he quickly checked to see if there were any alarms or other surveillance devices. Neither his eyes nor his sniffers detected any such device, so he opened the door and slipped inside.

Ezekiel quickly secured himself in a nearby corner and withdrew his night vision goggles. As he slipped them on, he examined the room, and his distaste flared to life. He despised being asked to break into embassies because he didn’t like operating without some kind of safety net. Unfortunately for him, he knew he was one of the few who could do what was needed of him and get back out unscathed...

Last month the mysterious Sylvia was introduced in her first story. Her entrance was grand as she thwarted an angry citizen’s attempt to kill her employer. This month we will be stepping away from her story to introduce Harrison’s story arc...

Daniel Shaw sauntered into the Lost Flask, holding his breath. The man disliked coming to this establishment, it attracted too many truly disreputable people. Unfortunately, the man who had hired him had insisted upon using this establishment. From the moment they had acquired the goods Daniel had been reasonably confident that he was being set up, but walking into this place confirmed that in his eyes. He quickly walked over to an empty booth with a decent view of the entrance and waited for the trap to spring.

While he waited, Daniel lifted one of the utensils in front of him and was surprised to find a spork in his hand. He shook his head as he traded the odd utensil for his phone, and so he could send a message to his crew instructing them to be ready. He leaned back in his booth and examined the lanky yet well-groomed man who entered the tavern. His entire demeanor screamed that he was used to getting his own way...

It was time to pull out Jonathin Quackup, Issue 3 out and read the book that alerted me to this series. While this entry brought me to the world of Weralt, it was after reading the first two issues, that I became excited about reading this issue. So once again I found a nice quiet place and opened up the book and began thumbing through the digital pages soaking in all the artwork. Just like the previous books the artwork was crisp and clean to the point that I had a rough idea of what the story was without reading any of the text...