Elite Dangerous Trailblazer Novels & Stories

The engines rumbled as we started down the winding mountain roads, the forest stretching endlessly on either side. Behind us, Blaise swung a leg over my bike, sliding on his helmet before settling into the seat like it had always belonged to him. Beside him, his Beta David straddled Blaise’s Kawasaki Z1K—a sleek black machine, Blaise had named her ‘Ghost’, all angles and power, her high-pitched growl echoing against the cliffs.

"Let Elian's devotion ignite the flames of our purpose." The hooded figures closed in, their whispers weaving a chilling chant. Tristan's senses heightened, attuned to the Order's dark energy. As Elian, he would navigate treacherous landscapes, walking the thin line between loyalty and deception. The shadows swallowed him whole, his true identity hidden behind a veil of lies.

She wished that she could make a necklace with those two gemstones so that she could wear it on her neck and go out to parade herself ostentatiously and show off. However, Elaine only dared to think about it. If Charlie did not say that he would give it to her, she would never dare to steal it. After the gemstones were displayed, Albert continued reading, “Mr. Travis Lane is giving Master Wade an EC145 helicopter produced by a European helicopter company!” As soon as these words came out, the audience were all deeply shocked!

“Impressive. What about the electronics?” Nico grinned. “EMP shielding, night-vision cams, and a biometric safe in the trunk. Next up, the Toyota Land Cruiser 300: twin-turbo V6, 409 hp, lighter armor for agility, hits 130 mph, perfect for off-road escapes. B6 protection, blast-resistant undercarriage.” Dante and I circulated, his arm never leaving my waist, pulling me close as we approached a cluster of clients. “Señor Rossi,” Dante greeted a Milanese arms dealer, his tone warm but edged. “See anything you like?”

Adrian smiled and held her hand firmly, “but look what happened because of that. It brought us back to my home. To ‘OUR’ home.” Elena still wasn’t convinced. It was too risky a path that Adrian had taken. They would have died multiple times. Was that risk worth it? She didn’t think so, but she didn’t want to ruin Adrian’s mood, so she didn’t argue with him. Adrian made a phone call. Jericho brought a white Ferrari SF90 Stardale worth over 700K. The front number plate showed the text ‘ELENADRIAN.’ Jericho put the papers on the hood.

But today wasn’t about any of those. I stopped in front of one in particular, the biggest in the space. It was a beast: a custom matte-black Escalade stretch, armored to my exact specifications. Massive tires that could handle any terrain, bulletproof glass tinted dark enough to hide everything inside, reinforced body that could take a blast and keep rolling. The interior, visible through the open door I’d had prepared, was pure luxury: cream leather seats that reclined fully, a partition for privacy, built-in entertainment screens, a small cooler stocked with her favorite drinks, and even a secure play area in the back that could convert for Alora.

Helen's enthusiastic offer. And because only Trist and Clement have a car. They were divided into two groups. Trist was in the car with Wendy, Ryan and Paul. Ynaria, Helen and Dylan boarded Clement's car. When they arrived at the Polaris Bar, they immediately went to the VIP room to start their failed party. Trist spent all the wine and honey, but they all shared the fee for the VIP room.

“Tug off that dirty old dustsheet and see what we got ya.” Blaze shook with excitement and yanked off the sheet with a squeal. “Whoa!” he expressed his approval the only way a little speed demon knew how. “Is that for me? He just saw a big-ass bike with the Captain America emblem on it. But what it really was, was the exact replica from the Easy Rider film. Jaxton bought it from a guy, who got it from out of state, and then sold it to me for a bargain price. As soon as I saw it, I immediately thought of Blaze. I knew he would appreciate it.

It looks like this will be my first and only child, and I’m perfectly content with that. Eli rolls his eyes before he breaks into a long explanation about a group of rogues who took over some abandoned resort up in the mountains somewhere, how they ambushed their vehicles, and how two of his men had died in the crash. We’re all silent for a few moments out of respect. After a while, Tristan spoke again. “Must be a really old place,” he says. “I’ve never heard of a resort anywhere around here.” “It looked relatively modern,” says Eli. “Although that piece of shit van had way more miles than the poor thing could stand. I’m shocked that it got me close enough to reach you all.”