Jump to Navigation

Veronica Volt

Engel's picture

They consider you a hero


She says: They are...mutant oppressors, hunters and killers.
She says: They consider you a hero.

Veronica Volt's picture

Thinking outside the Boxer


'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here.'

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (Lewis Carroll)

Few days ago...

Veronica Volt's picture

The Shortest Path to Curiosity

It had seemed a good plan at the time to be. Now she was not so sure. Veronica stopped the bike and looked around. Rock. Dust. A single blackened tree.

'Maybe I should stay on the road next time,' she said into her radio.

'Not a bad idea,' the voice of her friend Blake said from the radio.

This shortcut was not so short. This Landscape not so familiar.

Charlotte's picture

The Barret legacy


Three nights ago

Xanorin Blake's picture

Goddamn clone glitches

Me: "*R* V, were you ever stuck in a bunker?"

I talk into my radio, dumbstruck at my current problem.

Veronica: "*R* A bunker? Yes..once."

Me: "*R* Good. Once is good. How did you manage to get out?"

Veronica: "*R* I had help. The system locked door on emergency."

Me: "*R* Oh. Then I guess you weren't in THIS jam. The door's working, it's just that... I fall unconscious once I get out. A lot."

Veronica: "*R* What? You pass out?" 

Veronica Volt's picture

Crafter Market Mayhem


'Stand baaahhhck!' the talking sheep seemed to be saying to her. 'Stand baaahhhck!'

Veronica stood back and pressed against the Farmhouse wall. There was a rumble from the ground and suddenly four giant worms burst up from the ground and immediately tore the giant spiders to pieces.

People scattered in all directions some screaming, some firing weapons, some just running as fast as possible.

This was certainly like no other Crafter Market Veronica had attended.

Veronica Volt's picture

Dust Trail

'What do you want?' snapped the Geologist sitting at a table without looking away from close examination of a rock with a strange blue sparkle. He held some sort of lens in front of his eye.

'I... err...' stammered Veronica.

'Well tell me or go away,' the man said from sitting on his stool at a table covered with rocks.

'I was wondering, if, well... if you could tell me anything about this dust?' Veronica asked.

Veronica Volt's picture


Within the Medical Building in the nighttime of New Flagstaff, all was still. A few signs of activity from the Medics day remained on the table in the room upstairs. A damp cloth. A length of blooded Bandage. A half empty bottle of some liquid used to clean wounds.

And an undrunken cup filled with tee. Cold. Untouched.

Beside the table, in the dark, a lone figure sat still on a chair staring at the window, a barrier between the calm inside and the storm outside.

Engel's picture

I didn't want to say that...



Camp Purity, at dawn

I didn't want to say that...

Why did I say that to Veronica?

The night sure was rough. We headbutted a psychic beast, a mutant on the streets of New Flagstaff. We were filled with this negative energy, and the mutant soiled our minds. Maybe that is why I made that serious threat, that I will kill just to get to the truth. But the thing that worries me is: she believed that I am capable of doing terrible things.

Subdane's picture

Unwelcome visitors - part 3



Engel's picture

Gimme shelter

Oh, a storm is threat'ning my very life today

If I don't get some shelter, oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away

Subdane's picture

Unwelcome visitors - part 2


“What? Are you playing tricks?” Veronica asked dubiously at the closed door. No answer. “Are you there?”
Her hand moved towards the doorknob, but stopped as Spot appeared on the balcony on the other building, clearly he was not the one closing the door.
“Hey. Hurry up!” He looked up at the sky, light quickly fading, darkness descending. “Oh shit... the sun is gettin down.”

Subdane's picture

Unwelcome visitors - part 1


Subdane stood on the balcony of his home. Not caring it was rusting away, and might buckle under too much strain. Thinking very hard sometimes made things happen around him. It made things – real things – move or go away, and he saw things that weren’t there. Like the two figures furtively making their way across the street, heading towards the house, one of them carrying a pitchfork.

Veronica Volt's picture

Out of Step


Stupid man and his stupid foot.

I should have tread onto the other one also. Stupid foot.

Veronica Volt's picture

Smith and Jones

Veronica looked at the big well dressed man in the suit standing in front of her by the New Flagstaff pond. She liked the color of his tie but was not sure of the man himself. Veronica sat on the bench. He had asked if she would like to sit, more insisted really. She had feeling that he could hold her down with one finger if she tried to run and could make her obey with a single word.

'No need to worry,' he was trying to reassure her. 'I'm just curious how you got the frequency.'

Charlotte's picture



She was riding her motorcycle next to him, they were driving on tiny tracks through the forest and she raised her voice to him. “Did you hear what I said?”
“Oh no, sorry?”
“I said, so it wasn’t her?”
“No. No… She shot me.” He said and laughed.
Charlotte cried out, “She SHOT YOU?”
“Are you going to explain that?”
“As soon as I understand it myself... you will be the first to know.”

Engel's picture

Journal entry

(Bellow is a decrypted version of the entry in Engel's journal)


Ardenn's picture

The Die is Cast

Sitting in the cloner, Ardenn went through his exercises, extending one finger at a time and making sure he remembered how to count to Ten. Flexing his hand out, then inward to make a fist. One. Two. Three. Stretching his arms outward, then pulling them back in. Four. Five. Six. Carefully standing, crouching again, standing, making sure his body worked the way it was supposed to. One. Two. Three. Bending over, standing back up, turning his head this way and that. Four. Five. Six.

Veronica Volt's picture

The Sound of Madness

A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the Mountains outside and the rain began to fall. Inside Veronica was dancing. She stretched out her arms and danced around the room singing.

Rain drops on water
And lightning and thunder
Bright grapey sodas
And stories of wonder
Freshly made paper tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Veronica continued to dance waving her arms to the music in her mind.

Veronica Volt's picture

Turning Kiako Kuh-Razy


Veronica turned in her seat in the bar in New Flagstaff and looked at the strange Chota man sitting against the wall. 'Circus?' she asked. 'I have heard of the circus? Ag-er-roo-bats... clowns! Is there one in the town?'

'It gone Om,' replied the strange man. Veronica looked disappointed 'Oh.'

'Om further up the road Miss,' the strange man added.

'I wonder how Betsy the Bungie Jumping Cow is doing,' wondered Kiako from where he sat opposite Veronica sipping tea on another chair.

Engel's picture

Pauper's grave (semi-OOC)


*a lengthy note without a title or signature is pinned to NF's bulletin board:


It might be late but better late than never
we used up all the cliches and our stories have run dry.
But we were your muse and your love and enemy
everything you wanted, we gave - Don't put us in a pauper's grave.

Veronica Volt's picture

Befrogged and Dazed

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan South Burb, then we take Berlin

Leonard Cohen - First We Take Manhattan

Veronica Volt's picture

Never Frogotten

I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go
When the sweetest voice I've ever heard, whispered to my soul

Leonard Cohen - Ain't No Cure for Love

In South Burb Mr Frosch was exhausted.

Outside of South Burb...

Veronica Volt's picture

Frog in a Box, Toad on the Road

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the Tower of Song

Leonard Cohen, Tower of Song


Veronica Volt's picture

Froglin Rider

The New Flagstaff Franklin Rider looked at the woman curiously as she kissed the frog which was resting on her palm. Suddenly realising he was watching, Veronica looked over at him with expression of embarrassment.

'Those Fairy Tales lie,' she said. 'But I just wanted to make sure.' Carefully she lowered the frog into a cardboard box containing water, food and plants. 'Have safe journey Mr Frosch,' she said before closing the cardboard flaps with air holes made in them and secured them with some string. 'Myeep!' said the frog from the box.

Veronica Volt's picture

Coffee, Conversation and Craziness


'It is called coffee,' Veronica said to the man sitting opposite her at the bar table. 'There is a man here growing it. Mr Basteel. Do you know him? It grows as seeds, stones or beans or something. They call it coffee. I heard people speak of it and I said to myself I must try that! So I came here to try it, I was not sure at first so I had another cup, but was still unsure, so I had more. They call it coffee. Have you heard of it?'

Veronica Volt's picture

There Were Two

'I said there were two,' Veronica thought to herself as she sat on the chair in the South Burb Science Shop. 'I said there were two.'

Now there was a problem.

Kleineubel's picture

Post 13 – Cookout in the Burbs

Klein, Marcus and Grizz camped out in Terance overnight, making their way back to Linewood in the morning. On waking Klein went to the Linewood LifeNet bunker to start her daily routine. She pulled the usual data card from her pocket and plugged it into the console. Bringing up the text editor she begins to type the following:


Kleineubel's picture

Post 7 - Unexpected Upgrades and New Customers

Kleineubel wakes up in their camp over by the chicken farm, yawns and stretches. Digging in her bags she finds some old water and of course some eggs.

Leaving camp she wanders over to the cloner to start her new routine. At the console she plugs her data card into the machine and brings up a text editor. There she begins to record the events of the previous day.


Veronica Volt's picture

An Argument

Once upon a midnight dreary...

The cat, as black as the night but with an eye as bright as the moon, hurried along and then suddenly stopped and stared ahead from its only eye in the direction of the voices. As the two figures approached it hissed and disappeared into the darkness.


Subscribe to RSS - Veronica Volt

Main menu 2

by Dr. Radut