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Beck had met a lot of aliens, but this time around, it would be different. If all went well, there’d be way less killing and a lot more hellos and handshakes. That was, if the aliens even had hands. Beck hoped to God they did, because there was no way in hell he was shaking a tentacle.
Somehow, the thought of politely greeting their intergalactic
visitors made him more nervous than ever. Killing aliens was the natural order
of things. They attacked, humans defended, some humans died, but more aliens
did. And humanity lived on. He’d spent years living out that pattern as a
soldier in the Resistance.
Now things were changing. With an alien attack from the
Ascendancy on the horizon, the killing was about to start again. But this time
around, it wouldn’t just be humans versus aliens. Instead, it’d be the Ascendancy
versus all intelligent creatures who weren’t keen on being targeted for
And that meant a new survival tactic—setting aside the past
and becoming allies with aliens. Or at least attempting to.
Beck glanced around at the three multi-story buildings
bordering the tarmac. Snipers were stationed in every building, just waiting
for any sign of trouble. He itched to be up there with them. Beck had trained
half of the snipers on this base, and it seemed unfair that his former students
were the ones who got to have the comfort of a rifle in their hands while he
was stuck down here with the greeting committee.
Not that it was much of a committee. Just him and Nathan, the
base commander. Nathan stood beside him, squinting up at the clouds, his war-worn
face pulled into a disapproving scowl. That scowl was enough to make anyone on
base scramble to fix their mistakes, but it had no effect on the clouds
thickening above them.
“This is piss-poor weather for flying,” Nathan muttered.
“We’ll make do,” Beck said, trying to sound more optimistic
than he felt.
He flinched as a large raindrop plopped on his cheek. An hour
ago, the Florida sun had been shining down on the Resistance base, making the
landing tarmac shimmer with heat. Now dark clouds grumbled overhead, leaking
fat raindrops onto the dark pavement. If the wind kept picking up, pretty soon
no aircraft would be able to take off safely from the base.
Which meant they were officially screwed.
Their assignment was supposed to have been simple: They’d
greet an ambassador from the alien society of Rhuramentia, hand over the
ancient alien relic the base had been guarding, guide the ambassador into a
waiting transport craft, and shuttle him over to Washington, D.C. Easy-peasy.
The alien would spend thirty minutes on their base, tops.
But the ambassador hadn’t even landed yet, and everything was
already going to hell. It’d all started the night before, when a thief had
managed to shut off the security system, bypass all their Tier 4 security
protocols, break into the base’s most secure safe, kill a guard, and make off
with the relic. All within a matter of minutes.
It shouldn’t have been possible—they had too many safeguards
in place. But the ambassador wasn’t going to give a damn about that. All the ambassador
would care about was that he’d traveled five weeks in hyperspace to pick up a
precious relic that was now missing.
As the chief commander of the base, Nathan had been
scrambling to find the thief and the stolen relic, but it was no use. The thief
had gotten off scot-free. Now all Nathan could do was apologize to the
ambassador and ship him off to Washington, D.C, so all the top officials of
Earth could also issue apologies.
They were screwed. So screwed.
And all because of one goddamn, murderous thief.
Nathan wiped his hand over his face, brushing aside a
raindrop clinging to his short salt-and-pepper beard. In the dark shadow of the
clouds, he looked older than he usually did, his hair seeming grayer and his
“The bastard is late,” Nathan muttered, glancing down at his
“I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” Beck said, raising his voice
to be heard over the wind. He glanced behind him at the covered hangar. If this
storm got much worse, they were going to have to head inside and wait for the
Nathan grunted. “He’s probably just sitting up there enjoying
the sight of us getting rained on.”
Beck struggled to swallow back his unease. He’d only worked
with the commander for a year, since Nathan had moved to the base and taken
charge, but it’d been plenty of time for Beck to learn that the man was no
diplomat. Usually, Beck appreciated Nathan’s brutal honesty, but not now.
Because there was something else Beck knew all too well about the commander:
Nathan hated aliens. Period. He hadn’t wanted to store the
alien relic at his base, hadn’t wanted the ambassador to land here, and sure as
hell hadn’t wanted to play the part of a gracious host. The top leaders
of the Resistance had insisted on it, since Nathan’s base was the only Tier 4
security center in the region. But Beck had a bad feeling it was about to bite
them in the ass. They could force Nathan to host the ambassador, but they
couldn’t force him to be civil about it.
A black dot appeared in the sky. At first, Beck thought it
might just be a bird, but then he realized the dot was growing larger every
second as it descended toward the tarmac. The back of Beck’s neck tingled with
alertness, and his hand automatically shifted closer to the pistol at his
The small spacecraft descended at a rapid pace, not seeming
to be bothered by the wind. The ship was such a dark black it seemed to gleam
blue. It was long and sleek like a bullet, with short black fins on the top and
sides. Beck squinted closely at the craft, but couldn’t see anything resembling
panels or doors. It looked like it was crafted from a single piece of obsidian.
“Well that’s sure fancy,” Nathan muttered.
The commander sounded more wary than admiring, and Beck
couldn’t blame him one bit. Three years ago, when the Syndicate aliens had
tried to invade, the Resistance had barely managed to fight back against their
advanced technology. And this ship looked even more advanced than the
The ship slowly descended to the bright yellow square painted
on the hovercraft landing pad. The aircraft made no noise, but a deep,
thrumming vibration radiated off it, making the humid air feel thick enough to
Right when Beck was about to start gasping for breath, the
ship settled on the tarmac, and the vibration cut out. Beck shifted back and
forth on his feet, while Nathan leaned anxiously forward, ready to pounce at
the first sign of trouble.
Beck had no idea what was about to climb out of the ship.
From what he’d been told, “aliens” could mean everything from human-like
creatures, to robots, to intelligent plants. Nathan had said this species was
“humanoid,” but that label seemed to get slapped on everything with arms and
legs, regardless of how different they were to actual humans.
A door appeared in the side of the ship, seeming to melt
straight out of the pure black hull. It slid upwards, revealing a man and a
woman standing in the doorway. Beck sighed in relief as he realized they looked
almost totally human. Hopefully, that meant they also acted human. It would
definitely make communicating with them a hell of a lot easier.
A walkway made of the same black material as the hull
stretched out from the ship, and the two aliens strode confidently down it,
heading straight toward them. The wind tugged at their clothes, sending ripples
through the loose, light grey cloth.
The man stood well over six feet tall, and his
shoulder-length blond hair was so light it almost seemed silver. He looked like
he was in his mid-twenties, but his face had a weary, knowing expression that
reminded Beck of an aging grandfather.
The woman followed at his side, and judging by the way her
sharp gaze scanned the tarmac, Beck guessed she was the bodyguard they’d been
told would accompany the ambassador. She had a similar build—tall and
pale-skinned, although she was surprisingly old for a bodyguard, probably
around fifty. Beck looked her over closely, but she didn’t seem to be carrying
“Welcome,” Nathan said, stepping forward with his hand
outstretched. “My name is—”
A sharp gust of wind stole away his words and blew a flurry
of raindrops against his face. Nathan muttered a curse and turned around,
gesturing sharply for the aliens to follow him. The ambassador and his
bodyguard stepped off their ship’s ramp, and it retracted back into the hull,
sealing it closed.
Nathan headed toward the south door of the covered hangar,
and Beck strode at his side, trying not to ignore the anxiety creeping through
his veins as the aliens followed closely at their heels. “Never turn your
back on your enemy.” The simple refrain echoed through Beck’s head, the
same words he’d repeated to young soldiers hundreds of times while training
But these people weren’t his enemy. He had to remember that,
even if he couldn’t entirely believe it.
Nathan paused to enter his keycode into an electronic
padlock. The personnel door to the hanger slid open, granting them access to
the wide expanse of the building. The four of them stepped inside, their
footsteps echoing off the metal walls. Nathan quickly shut the door and wiped
the last of the raindrops from his face before turning toward the ambassador.
“Let’s try this again,” he said, giving a strained smile. “My
name is Commander Nathan Hayes. I run this base, and I’ll be attending to you
while you’re here.” He gestured sharply to Beck. “This here is Lieutenant Beck
Wright. He’s the head of our sniper training program and our security escort
for any visitors to this base.”
Beck saluted the ambassador. “Nice to meet you, sir.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Commander Hayes and Lieutenant
Wright,” the ambassador said, speaking in a quiet, grave voice. He bowed low,
his left palm pressed to his heart. His bodyguard followed suit, although her
bow was slightly brisker.
“My name is Ambassador Liomsrata Alanoserbash-Horenporoma
Da’nash,” the man said in his soft, melodic accent. He reached out to gently touch his
bodyguard’s shoulder. “Accompanying me is my guard and friend, Marinasherban
Nathan raised his eyebrows. “Those are quite the names you’ve
Beck looked down to hide his cringe. He had been crossing his
fingers Nathan would at least try to hide his contempt when meeting with
the ambassador. Apparently, he was shit out of luck.
The ambassador tilted his chin up, staring down his aquiline
nose at Nathan. Most of the time, Beck completely forgot that his commander was
only about five and a half feet tall. But standing next to the towering height
of the ambassador, it was impossible not to notice that Nathan was shorter than
“Names are very important to our people,” the ambassador
said. “But if ours prove too difficult for you to pronounce, you may call me
Lio and my guard Marin.”
“They’re not difficult, Lio,” Nathan said. “Just
time-consuming. And I’ve been told it’s vital to shuttle you off to D.C. as
quickly as possible.”
Lio’s face remained impassive, but his voice was curt as he
said, “Yes. I would hate to stretch out our conversation any longer than
Beck watched the ambassador closely, but the alien’s face
stayed blank as a slate as he swept his gaze over the hanger and took in its
contents. By Earth standards, the ships in the hanger were impressive—two
military-grade hovercrafts and a fighter jet, along with three smaller cargo
pods. But judging by the spacecraft the Rhuramenti aliens had arrived in, Beck
had a feeling their hanger was downright primitive in the eyes of the
Beck patted the hull of the cargo pod to his right, having a
ridiculous urge to comfort the aircraft as it faced the piercing gaze of the
ambassador. What the Resistance lacked in technology, it made up for in
cleverness and bravery. It had gotten them through the Syndicate War, and Beck
had no doubt that same bravery would carry them through the impending conflict
with the Ascendancy.
Just as long as Nathan’s behavior didn’t get them all killed
before the actual war even started.
Nathan didn’t say anything for a long moment, seeming to want
the ambassador to have to ask for information. When the silence grew strained,
Lio softly cleared his throat and said, “If it’s possible, I’d like to be taken
to the Virtue of War immediately. My Council is awaiting a report on its
Nathan crossed his arms, as if bracing for a backlash.
“Sorry, Ambassador, but I’m afraid I can’t take you to it right this minute.”
In half a second, Lio’s face darkened, and his bodyguard
shifted her hand closer to her shoulder. Beck peered closer at her outfit and
realized she wasn’t unarmed, like he’d first thought. She had a discreet
holster strapped to her back, and the pearly white barrel of some sort of gun
peeked over her shoulder.
Adrenaline kicked through Beck’s veins. He folded his arms,
resisting the urge to rest his hand on his pistol. He couldn’t risk escalating
“I don’t understand,” Lio said. “You told my people you had
the relic safely stored at this base.”
“We did,” Nathan said. “And now we don’t. A thief broke in
last night and stole it.”
For a long, painful second, the ambassador didn’t react. He
just stared at Nathan with a blank look of shock. Finally, he said in a quiet
voice, “A thief?”
“Yes,” Nathan said. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and
added, “Look, I know this makes it sound like the Resistance was negligent
about keeping your relic safe, but we weren’t. The thief who stole it isn’t
some ordinary dumb criminal. He calls himself Goodfellow, and he’s hit over
half a dozen secure compounds in the past year. Resistance bases, American
military bases, you name it. He’s like a ghost. Nothing can keep him out.”
“And why are you so sure he was the one to steal the Virtue?”
“Because he’s a cocky bastard,” Nathan said, his tone
lowering to a frustrated growl. “Every time he steals, he leaves a calling
card. We found it in the safe where the Virtue was being kept.”
Lio took a shuddering breath. “The Resistance informed my
people that the Virtue of War would be contained in the highest security vault
you have. They said it would be impossible to steal.”
Nathan rubbed at the back of his neck. “And that was the
truth. Look, Lio, I don’t even know what to tell you. Whatever tech Goodfellow
uses is something we’ve never encountered before. He shut down our entire
security center. Cameras, sensors, communications, locks, every safeguard on
this base. It all got disabled, which isn’t at all possible. But somehow, it
Lio didn’t say anything for a long moment. He just stared at
Nathan, his look of disbelief slowly morphing into one of horror. Finally, he
said in a low, shaky voice, “You must get it back.”
Nathan nodded. “I swear to you, the Resistance and the United
States military will be doing everything we can to retrieve it. We understand
it’s a very important holy relic to your people.”
“No,” Lio said, his voice a shaky ghost of a whisper. “No.
You don’t understand at all.”
Beck hadn’t been told much about the Virtue of War, but he
knew it was some sort of holy object that had been stolen from Rhuramentia
thousands of years ago, and that it’d been rediscovered in the wreckage of one
of the Syndicate ships. Turning it back over to the Rhuramenti people was
supposed to be a gesture of peace and friendship, and it would officially seal
an alliance between Rhuramentia and Earth.
The ambassador should be furious, but he hardly even sounded
mad. Instead, he sounded downright scared, and that made Beck’s skin prickle
“There must be some way to retrieve the Virtue,” Lio said.
Nathan nodded. “We’re working on it, but the break-in
happened less than a day ago. You need to give us some time to find
Lio shook his head, staring wild-eyed at Nathan, as if the
commander had just pulled the pin on a grenade and was refusing to throw it.
“We don’t have time.”
“I know it’s a tough situation, but we’re making the best of
it,” Nathan said. “We have a transit craft scheduled to take you to Washington,
D.C. tonight. You can meet with all our top officials there, and hopefully they
can help sort out this mess.”
“I do not want to talk to your politicians,” Lio said, his
words stiff with anger. “That will do absolutely nothing to help.”
The door behind them slid open, interrupting the tense
conversation. A tall woman dressed in a Resistance uniform strode inside,
raindrops clinging to her short black hair and a frown weighing down her
expression. Beck almost didn’t recognize her. Sierra always had a smile on her
lips, to the point where Beck sometimes questioned her sanity. But she looked
impossibly grave as she approached them.
Nathan waved her closer. “Ambassador Lio, I’d like you to
meet Sierra Lawson. She’s the finest pilot we have on this base, and she’ll be
the one transporting you to D.C.”
Sierra nodded to both Lio and Marin in greeting, and both
aliens gave a stiff bow. Sierra froze, unsure what to do, and then dipped into
an awkward bow in return.
“Pleasure to meet y’all,” she said. Her Southern accent
seemed far heavier than usual, the way it got when she was upset. She turned to
Nathan and said, “Sorry, Commander, but we’ve got a problem. We can’t fly out
in this storm.”
Nathan scowled at this news. “You don’t think you can handle
“’Course I can handle it,” she said, her frown deepening.
“But the brass in D.C. won’t let me.” She tapped at the comm unit clipped to
her wrist. “Sergeant Faris just sent out an alert. Says the storm ain’t natural
and we need to stay out of the sky.”
Lio tilted his head. “Someone created it?”
Sierra nodded. “Yes, sir. The military satellites are picking
up some really weird atmospherical disturbances way above here. Someone’s fuc—”
She cut herself off and cleared her throat, nodding to Lio. “Excuse me,
Ambassador. I meant to say someone’s messing with the weather.”
Beck tried not to show his shock. No one was supposed to know
the ambassador was arriving. That was why he’d landed at such a small,
high-security base, and why he was flying out in such a discreet aircraft. But
it seemed news of his visit had somehow leaked.
“How can they possibly influence a storm?” Nathan demanded.
“Likely a vapor bomb,” Lio said, a frown tugging at his thin
lips. “That technology shouldn’t be available on your planet, but given the
His voice trailed off. Nathan nodded grimly.
“We’re probably dealing with the same people who stole the
relic,” Nathan said. “Someone who has technology that’s definitely not
Sierra nodded. “The military said exactly that. So they’re
demanding we wait until the storm ends before we leave.”
“A wise decision,” Lio said, although he sounded more
frustrated than impressed. “Whoever set off the bomb did it for a reason. It’d
be foolish to walk into whatever trap they’re setting.”
“You’ll have to stay here tonight,” Nathan said, nodding to
Lio. “We have empty quarters you can sleep in.”
Lio’s bodyguard turned and spoke to him in a low, hushed
tone, using what Beck assumed was their native language. The Rhuramenti
language was delicate and slow, with soft syllables that flowed seamlessly
together. Despite the tension in the room, she sounded like she was reciting
Lio replied in the same language, and they spoke together for
half a minute, seemingly oblivious to anyone else in the room. Finally, Lio
turned back to Nathan, primly clasping his hands behind his back.
“We will accept your offer of lodging,” he said. “But we will
need to use your communication facility in order to contact our Council. They
need to know of the situation immediately.”
Nathan nodded. “Of course. I’ll contact our technicians and
get the communication station set up for you.”
“Thank you,” Lio said. “I must also request that you continue
to keep our presence here discreet. I would prefer to stay in rooms away from
Nathan hesitated slightly before nodding. “I assure you my
men on this base are as loyal as they come. But if you insist, we’ll keep your
presence on the down low.”
“Much appreciated,” Lio said with a nod.
Nathan gestured sharply at Beck, making him stand a little
straighter. “Beck will lead you to your rooms, and then to the communication
station, whenever it’s set up. If you have any concerns about your security,
he’s your man.”
Lio’s eyes raked him up and down, his expression impassive.
“Thank you, Beck,” he said. “Your guidance is appreciated.”
“I’m happy to help in any way I can,” Beck said, using the
sincerest tone he had.
“Right,” Nathan said. “Now, I need to get back to my office
to make some calls. We’ll get that relic back soon, I promise.” He gestured to
Beck. “Beck, take them to the North Quarters. If they want seclusion and
safety, it’s the best place.”
No. No, it definitely wasn’t. It was secluded, that was
true—the North Quarters were used for housing new recruits during their
training, and since it wasn’t a training season, the building was empty. But it
was also the oldest building on the base and a broken-down piece of crap.
Always twenty degrees too hot, leaking faucets, shitty beds. Beck wasn’t any
sort of expert in intergalactic politics, but he was pretty damn sure putting
an ambassador in the North Quarters was the quickest way to get Earth nuked.
“All right,” Beck said, forcing himself to nod.
Nathan reached out to shake the ambassador’s hand. “Nice
meeting you, Lio,” he said gruffly. “I’ll see you later at the communication station.”
Lio nodded and returned the handshake, and then gave another
bow, although it was short and stiff. “Peace and duty, Commander Hayes.”
Nathan gave a curt nod, clearly having no idea how to react
to the farewell, and headed toward the door that Sierra had come through.
Sierra gave a hurried goodbye and followed after him, leaving Beck alone in the
hangar with the two aliens.
“Right this way,” he said, gesturing for Lio and Marin to
He took them out the north exit of the hanger, as if he were
actually heading that way. But as soon as they exited, he veered toward the
left and took off toward the South Quarters.
Lio and Marin followed closely behind him, walking side by
side. They spoke to each other in their quiet, flowing language, but when Beck
glanced back, he could see concern crinkling the face of the ambassador.
Beck cleared his throat and quietly said, “I’m sorry Nathan
was a little… abrupt. He’s a great man and a great commander. But he’s very
suspicious of, um, visitors from other galaxies.”
Lio nodded. “I can see that.”
Beck hesitated. He knew he had no right to speak to the
ambassador about this sort of thing, but he couldn’t just let the subject drop.
Nathan had always treated Beck like a son, taking him under his wing from the
moment he’d joined the Resistance. The commander was a damn good man, even if
he could be a strong-headed ass, and Beck wasn’t just going to stand by and let
the ambassador get the wrong impression.
Beck halted and turned to face Lio. “Look,” he said quietly,
“I know Nathan is being really difficult, and I apologize for that. But just…
His wife and daughter were killed by the Syndicate, and his son was maimed. It
all happened right in front of him, and I think it just kind of… messed with
Lio merely nodded, giving Beck an impassive stare.
Beck cleared his throat uncertainly, but he decided to push
on. “Nathan distrusts all aliens. It’s not just you or your people, it’s all of
them. So please don’t take his behavior personally, and please don’t think all
humans feel the same way. Most of us are eager to work alongside you against
the Ascendancy. We want this alliance to work. And I think Nathan will, too,
once he sees that it’s best for humanity.”
A little bit of the hardness melted from Lio’s expression. “I
appreciate the explanation,” he said simply.
Beck nodded and then turned around, heading back toward the south quarters. In the grand scheme of things, his words probably changed nothing. But he would sleep easier knowing he’d done his part to try to keep this fragile alliance alive.
Kaylin never planned on having to break into her own home.
Then again, she also never planned on getting tossed out of her home and
threatened with death if she ever tried to come back. But fate was a bitch, and
here she was, scouting out the perimeter of the military base where she’d lived
for two long years.
So much had changed since she’d left, but the base still
looked exactly the same. A fifteen-foot wall marked the border of the compound,
stretching around six square acres of wilderness smack-dab in the middle of the
Florida Everglades. Inside was one of the most secure Resistance bases in the
world, outfitted with a cutting-edge blend of human and alien technology that
was supposed to keep any intruder at bay.
“This was a bad idea,” she muttered under her breath.
Her buyer had made it sound so simple: slip into the base,
retrieve an alien medical device that was stored inside, and slip back out.
With some special codes to disable the security system, it’d be a total
cake-walk compared to some of the thieving jobs she’d taken on before.
So far, it’d been just as easy as her buyer had claimed. One
of the gates on the outside perimeter had been left unlocked, and the motion
and heat sensors were dead. When she’d tested the video signal coming from the
security cameras, she’d found the footage was on loop, showing an empty
landscape with nothing but sawgrass and gnarled pines.
But Kaylin still couldn’t shake the anxiety chewing at her
gut. Something was off. It was just too damn easy. The Resistance could be
overly cocky sometimes, but they weren’t sloppy, especially not when it came to
She should turn back. It’d be easy enough—she could just
leave the base the way she’d come, cut off contact with the buyer, and drop the
assignment. Sure, it’d probably damage her reputation on the black market for a
bit, but it was the best option.
Or maybe that was just her guilt talking. No matter how much
the Resistance had screwed her over, she still felt bad stealing from them.
She’d spent two years working as their soldier, and it was hard to shake that
kind of loyalty. Once a Resistance fighter, always a Resistance fighter.
Something brushed against her waist, making her gasp in
surprise. She instinctively reached for the tranquilizer pistol holstered at
her waist, but her hand froze as she spotted Red. Her pet vater lizard had
crept up from behind, his scales camouflaged a mottled green and brown color to
match the grassland Kaylin was crouched in.
The sight of him brought reality crashing back to her. If the
Resistance had their way, Red would be dead. They wanted every single alien
species killed off, even the harmless and innocent ones.
The Resistance might have saved humankind, but they were
hardly a bastion of morality. And they certainly weren’t her masters. Not
“You’re supposed to be on guard,” she muttered at Red.
He snorted softly in response, swishing his tail back and
forth in a signal of boredom.
She shook her head. “I don’t care if you’re bored, you need
to do as you’re told.”
Red made a low grumble in the back of his throat, as if
protesting her stern tone.
Kaylin sighed and rubbed her temples. When she’d first
adopted Red, she’d resisted the urge to talk to him. It made her feel like one
of those crazy old cat ladies who lived alone and only talked to her pets.
But at this point, Kaylin had embraced her life as a crazy
lizard lady. She spoke to her clients and to Red, and she didn’t bother with
anyone else. It just wasn’t safe to have friendly conversations with people.
And besides, humans were totally overrated.
Red reached his nose up and nudged at the treat bag clipped
to Kaylin’s tactical belt, letting out a small, pitiful whimper. At only a year
old, the vater lizard was already getting huge, his body the size of a large
dog and his leathery wings stretching eight feet when they were unfolded. But
he still made sounds that reminded her of a helpless little puppy.
“Shush,” she muttered at him. But there was no way she could
resist the pathetic whimper, and she drew a small piece of carrot out of her
treat bag, tossing it to him.
Red leaped up and snapped the treat out of the air. His jaws easily
crushed it to pieces, reminding her why vater lizards had gained such a
notorious reputation as pit-fighting beasts. Abuse one for long enough, and it
was a seven-foot-long killing machine.
But they weren’t naturally aggressive. Far from it. A well-trained
vater lizard was as smart and docile as a dog, and just as useful.
“Guard,” Kaylin ordered, pointing to the thick grass behind
Red swallowed his treat and rubbed his cheek affectionately
against her thigh, smearing saliva and some stray carrot bits on her pants.
Kaylin shoved his scaly head away, but not before scratching him lightly under
“Go on,” she said.
He gave a quiet, rumbling purr before slinking off into the
tall grass, disappearing with only a slight rustle to mark his passage.
Kaylin turned her attention to the steel door five yards
ahead of her, knowing Red would alert her if anyone tried to approach from
behind. The door should have had a guard with a rifle in front of it, but no
one was there. Once again, it looked like her buyer had come through on his end
of the deal. She had no idea how he’d managed to jack up the base’s security
system so royally, but she suspected it was an inside job.
Kaylin checked the small screen strapped to her wrist—it was
one of her favorite pieces of alien tech, a hypersensitive heat sensor. She had
it programmed to alert her if anything with the temperature of a human body
came within twenty feet of her.
The screen stayed blank, reassuring her that no one was
nearby. The door’s guard was really gone. Kaylin darted to her feet and jogged
to the door, keeping a careful watch on her surroundings.
Thunder rumbled ominously overhead, as if reminding her to
hurry the hell up. Just an hour ago the weather had been perfectly clear, but
now dark clouds blocked out every trace of the blue sky. Kaylin hadn’t planned
for a storm, but she’d make do. After all, that was why her buyer had hired
her—she was known for getting a job done, no matter what got in her way.
She reached the door and crouched in the shadows at its base,
checking her surroundings one more time. The only thing around was the towering
wall and the swamp grass waving wildly in the wind. She let out a low whistle,
and a moment later Red crept up to her side, still perfectly camouflaged.
A bolt of lightning streaked through the air, making Kaylin’s
heart kick. She took a steadying breath and reached into her pocket, drawing
out the data chip her buyer had sent.
This was the real moment of truth. Her buyer had promised the
chip contained a master key that could unlock any door on the base with only a
simple four-digit code. If he was wrong, and she triggered some sort of alarm…
Kaylin shook her head, tossing aside the worry. So far, her
buyer had come through perfectly. She had no reason not to trust him.
Before she could second-guess herself, she pressed the chip
against the surface of the biometric scanner on the door’s lock. A blue light
blinked at the center of the small, silver chip, telling her it was
transferring information into the lock’s internal computer.
Nothing happened. The lock didn’t budge.
“Come on, come on,” Kaylin muttered under her breath. She was
already starting to shift backward, ready to make an escape the moment a guard
The biometric scanner suddenly blinked green. Then a number
pad appeared on the digital screen, and Kaylin hurriedly keyed in the code her
buyer had given her.
A muted thunk came from within the door. Kaylin tried
the handle again, and this time, it opened.
She was in.
She slipped the chip back into her pocket, drew her
tranquilizing pistol from its holster, and looked down at Red.
“You ready?” she asked.
He snorted in response and shifted closer to the door,
preparing to follow her as soon as she slipped through.
“All right then,” she said, cracking open the door. “Let’s do this.”
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Pfeiffer knelt at the side of the glowing stone, one of several her team had
recently discovered in the tunnels of Krastian. Orange soil and stone
surrounded her in the dim tunnels, and she was on alert in case the vibrations
started, which would signal an approaching sand snake. Mostly those were taken
care of these days, but not when out on expeditions beyond their colony’s
She ran her tongue
along her top teeth, wondering if the stories she’d heard were true. Could they
have really found a new sort of stone that held more power than the others, one
that could be harnessed in ways yet to become comprehensible.
“Think it’ll do
the trick?” Master Sergeant Espinoza asked.
She turned to look
at him, and nodded. The idea of having
his kind in her command was only starting to feel normal, but she had a feeling
it would always be a bit out there. Vampires, they were called, in spite of
their origination being a factor of genetic engineering to create super
soldiers. It had gone wrong, leading to the uprising on Earth and so many other
conflicts, at least, until the vampires had learned to control themselves and
both sides had learned to work together. While Pfeiffer had been in the
military, she had been junior at the time and only involved in the Earth
conflicts. Her trip through the gateway to the stars and her command here on
Krastian had come much later.
“Take it in for
testing,” she said, giving Espinoza a nod. She stood, taking in this massive
cavern, and couldn’t help but wonder if the carvings had been a result of the
Goldies or the Apophians. Considering the Goldies and those they served had
once been slaves to essentially mine this planet for the Apophians, he had to
imagine this had been at least done by the latter group, or by the slaves for
What her intel
work led her to believe, though, was that regardless of the origin, this was a
factor of the traveling system they’d once had in place. The Apophians had used
portals fueled by the energy in these rocks to travel, at least until the
Goldies had first fought them off. When later the one known as Apophis had
woken, thanks to the poking around of those on Earth—related to the genetic
engineering efforts—Earther warriors had helped close it all back up again.
Unfortunately, Pfeiffer hadn’t arrived until after that war had ended. Years
later, they were still working to make this place habitable. Those former
slaves had stayed clear at first, but within a year of the Apophians being
defeated and pushed back through the gates before closing them, the fighting
was back on.
Goldies were, once
again, on the offensive. For several years now the fighting had dragged on,
especially as Earth Command had issued orders for expansion. In general, they
stayed clear of the Outer Wars, but recent rumor had it they’d made efforts to
colonize three other planets, and were having issues with them.
in, eyes roaming across the team, and then to what was clearly metal walls,
partly covered by collapsed stone and soil. It looked like someone had tried to
hide it, to bury it. Then again, on a planet like this, the sand snakes or any
number of battles could have caused the cave in.
“What is this
place?” Pfeiffer asked.
Espinoza said, “it’s an old command center.”
voice said, and they turned to see Shrina in silhouette at the entrance. Shrina
wasn’t a Marine or soldier, and she wasn’t a vampire, exactly. She was
something else—with powers more directly related to Apophis, her transformation
had been one of death and rebirth. At least, that’s what the stories said. And
when she’d woken, it was with new powers, fangs and whatnot like the vamps, but
also with wings. Leathery wings with curved hooks on the end. Gray, almost
purple skin. And scales, not all over, but in some places. Claws instead of
fingernails. It was indeed a transformation, to the extent that when Pfeiffer
had first laid eyes on the woman, she’d wondered if she was wrong about
religion and had found herself staring at a demon. In fact, since then she’d
learned that Shrina was about as far from a demon as one could be, having proved
her friendship and loyalty over and over.
Pfeiffer raised an
eyebrow as their new arrival knelt to fit in, then joined them. “I’d love to
have seen this place in action back in the day.”
“And I’d love to
know who buried it,” Shrina said, confirming what Pfeiffer had been thinking
about the place.
“This was beyond
the capabilities of the Goldies,” Espinoza said. “My guess, Apophians before
they were kicked out by them.”
over to their visitor, voice low so the others couldn’t listen in.
“Shrina, may I ask what you’re doing here?”
Not that Pfeiffer didn’t appreciate the help, but Shrina had proven herself an
invaluable part of the fighting forces, off scouting new locations for
expansion more often than not, lately.
Having taken a
moment to inspect the stone, Shrina finally answered, “My sister… sensed
something.” She was referring to Alicia. At the frown Pfeiffer gave her, Shrina
continued, “She’s been… changing, lately. Finding that the stones she’s been
experimenting with help her to understand this planet better than anyone. If
she says there’s something down here, I listen. Looks like she was right.”
The how didn’t
need to make sense, because so much of this place didn’t. So Pfeiffer nodded,
further assessing the area. Along one wall was a series of small, colored
stones with lines connecting them. Maybe artwork, or possibly some sort of war
table, but on the wall? She frowned, trying to make sense of it and the runes
carved along the top and bottom.
“You know what
we’re looking at, right?” Shrina asked.
Pfeiffer shook her
head. “No, what’s that?”
assessing the carving and the bits of precious stones along the various lines.
Only a few were lit, but as she analyzed them, she noticed patterns.
“You seeing this?”
she asked, turning to Espinoza. He already had out a small screen, which took
on a larger form, projected, when he ran his hand across it.
“Good eye,” he
said, and expanded the screen further to overlay against part of the carvings.
Not only did the stones line up with some of the planets on the map, most
notably some newer discoveries, but one of the lit-up stones lined up with the
new colonies. Which planets, exactly, she wasn’t sure.
making contact with the new colonies,” Shrina said, shaking her head with
then noticed something else. Another stone was starting to glow, just barely,
but there was definitely a light there that she was fairly certain hadn’t been
moments before. It was Earth.
“We have to warn
Earth command,” Pfeiffer said.
They all stared at
that stone, watching its glow intensify, knowing that this was undoubtedly a
symbol of dark times ahead. When Pfeiffer finally looked up, it was to see
Shrina already exiting, wings folded back to fit through the narrow opening.
going?” Pfeiffer asked.
“While you brief
Earth command, I’m going to ensure our army is ready,” Shrina replied. “Seems
we have a fight to prepare for.”
She was gone from
sight then, leaving Pfeiffer and Espinoza to share a worried look.
“Go with her,”
Pfeiffer said, stepping back to get a recording of this room. “The troops will
need your experience.”
“Roger that,” he
replied, and then jogged off to catch up with Shrina.
Pfeiffer was the only one of them who hadn’t been here for the last fight with the Apophians. She’d seen her fair share of action elsewhere, but had a feeling that wasn’t good enough preparation for this. If the glowing stones in any way signified the return of the Apophians, they were going to need all the fighters they could muster.
Missions to alien planets have resulted in interactions with strange beings in the past, but never on this level.
When Marine Corporal Goshawk becomes part of the search team tasked with locating some missing SEALs, he expected action and plenty of it. After all, they had to send in Marines to rescue SEALs. What he didn’t expect was that the mission would completely transform him, body and spirit.
As new threats from strange beings continually challenge the team and their mission rapidly spirals out of control, odd allies emerge in unexpected places. It’s no joyride for Corporal Goshawk and his small fire team, though, because those allies—the very thing that could help them—are driving a wedge between his team and his commanding officer, along with the rest of the Marines.
Will the Corporal and his team find the SEALs and complete the mission? Can they overcome the strange beings that threaten to take over? Or will they go down in flames?
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All the bugs in the world couldn’t keep Chief Petty Officer Bryant from reaching Petty Officer Moldoon, the man who knelt with one of those damn creature’s slicers tearing through his armor. Armor that shouldn’t have been penetrable, originally made for the Marines but upgraded and enhanced for the SEALs.
Dark caverns in all directions echoed with the shouts and gunfire of the fighting. Shrill screeches from the bugs sounded on frequencies that threatened to drive the Earther forces mad.
The SEALs were there to infiltrate, while the Marines went toe-to-toe aboveground. Another day for the most clandestine section of the Interagency Intrusion Task Force, or the IITF, to get to work. Chief Petty Officer Bryant found this label humorous for the simple fact that their team was made up almost entirely of SEALs. He was a former Marine, true, and had risen to the rank of Staff Sergeant before switching over to the Navy and to go SEAL. Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL (BUD/S) training wasn’t easy, but with all the space exploration and threat from intergalactic enemies, he hadn’t expected anything less.
And now his team had the mission of taking out the mother of all bugs. By God, he would see it through, but first he had to get to his man. He charged through the enemy ranks, sending green and black goo from dead bugs spraying around him with his assault. A leap with his augments sent him over the head of one that reminded him of a mixture of praying-mantis-meets-scorpion, almost forgetting about the double tails until one sliced into the armor on his forearm.
Wound be damned, he’d made it. Other SEALs came behind to deal with the tails. Petty Officer Green sliced off the first while Petty Officer Robinson pumped the creature’s chest full of lead. Moldoon’s scream of pain reminded Bryant that he didn’t have time to linger and watch it go down.
Three shots hit the bug’s curved carapace armor, creating small dents but nothing more. (more…)
The first two books in the Blood Runners trilogy are live, the last coming in less than two weeks! So far, readers are loving the books. How about you?
Check out these Blood Runners reviews:
★★★★★ I liked the cover and the blurb. It’s lite GameLit that’s heavy on the story. Absolution has something I’ve been missing in LitRPG and GameLit that I used to have in tabletop games that I used to GM: Characters running for their lives. Dodging disasters. Getting knocked down, beaten up and then running like hell to reach the next breather. They are surrounded by overpowering enemies, jumping at shadows and entering the zone to thread the needle where they are alive at the end. I loved that about this book. Great word building. Gaming stuff that stays in the background but never forgotten, XP gains during fights where it doesn’t break the flow but a natural part of the world. It looks seamless for me.
Reminds me of Logan’s run, Running Man, Escape from New York and oddly Ready Player One.
Including my favorite quote with permission from one of the author’s because I thought it was cool:
Longman hated leather straps. They just didn’t wear as well as synthetic materials and the inner fibers, when splashed with blood, seemed to somehow separate and pull apart. The straps holding Moses O’Shea to the wooden chair were double-strength nylon. The kind used back in the glorious days of enhanced interrogation. They would hold.
I just loved that attention to detail. It reminded me of Dexter making sure his tools were in order. So I loved this book. The book was exciting and absorbing all the way through (the authors are both pros at this). I very much recommend this one.
I’ve been listening back through the Shadow Corps books as I outline book four, and it’s funny how, when I wrote them, I didn’t think of them as Gamelit. I was just writing what I thought would be fun. Then I got reviews saying they were LitRGP, and I was confused. Anyway, reading this now… I see why. Check it out.
A SciFI Gamelit Snippet:
She threw herself at the bastards, quickly destroying them, then stepped back and looked down. The sword glowed to its full potential, and her last blue circle filled in.
A rush of energy filled her, tingling up from the suit. She felt it growing thicker, stronger… better.
As if she had just leveled up. Holy shit. This was too much fun. She checked, and sure enough, the lights had reset back at zero.
With a new zest for the fight, she charged into the cavern, her battle cry piercing the darkness. Now the creatures were falling left and right, but she noticed that the blue lights weren’t filling up quite as fast as before. When she came to a fork in the tunnels, a light appeared inches from her face and she nearly stumbled back, not expecting that. (more…)