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The Red Survivor is minding its own business when the peaceful Plethki suddenly attack them.
When Captain John Marchant orders the ship to prepare to respond in kind, First Officer Nick Williams immediately challenges the captain’s plan, fearing there is more than meets the eye to this sudden attack.
As Nick struggles to persuade Marchant to wait until they know more, the Plethki ship finally answers their hail.
Instead of facing the Plethki Captain, they are looking at Sawyer, a man from Marchant’s past who has come to collect a debt and is willing to kill them all if he isn’t paid.
In the Red Survivor Mission Chronicles, this is a standalone space opera short story that focuses on the inherent tension between Marchant and Williams. Fans of space opera will enjoy this story, buy your copy today!
“Brace for impact,” Ensign Redding said, her voice high and out of breath as she held the console in front of her for support, “and one more after that.”
Marchant swore. “No response to our hail?”
“None, sir,” Redding said. “I will keep trying, it appears they want to rattle—” She broke off. “Another Plethki ship has decloaked, bringing the total to three.”
“If they were trying to get our attention,” Marchant said, “they have it! How are we coming on loading the torpedo bays?”
“Still a couple minutes out,” Redding said. “I am keeping them up to date on when to expect impact. The explosions are making it difficult to load the bays, sir.”
“Minimal. Your assessment is probably correct, sir. They just want to get our attention.”
“Captain,” I said, “none of this makes any sense. The Plethki are a peacekeeping people, why would they fire torpedoes at us. We shouldn’t return fire until we know more. What if their ships have been commandeered and their people taken hostage?”
“Get those torpedoes loaded,” Marchant yelled without looking at me.
Hank is in the prison yard when the horizon suddenly turns into a pyrotechnic display of fire and brimstone. The guards force the prisoners back inside, but not before Hank sees the prison walls crumble. He is about to escape when a guard stops him.
As he is taken back to the cellblock, all he can think about is escaping. He tries to convince the guards in vain that they need to run or they risk death and destruction from whatever is outside.
Just when Hank thinks that he has found a way out, things take a turn for the worse and he is pitted against a guard who is just a treacherous as any murderer behind bars.
The monster inside Hank calls for the guard’s blood while monsters without threaten his life and chaos reigns.
In this short story of alien invasion, mayhem, destruction, Hank must walk the line between his moral boundaries and the future, facing his own internal demons as well as enemies on all sides. Fans of action-packed science fiction alien invasion adventures will enjoy this story. Pick up your copy today!
The sky lit up in flame from the corner of my eye. At first, I thought it was a flash of lightning. I turned expecting to see a coming thunderstorm but a wall of fire filled the horizon, reminding me of the alien invasion movies I’d seen as a kid, only those were not as powerful and striking as what now filled the atmosphere.
Cries came from the other inmates but I tuned them out, my eyes unable to look away. There was a singular beauty to the event, but it was also indescribable in a way that filled me with utter horror.
The prison siren went off.
I’d only ever heard it a handful of times. One time, an idiot had tried to make a break for it while we were all in the yard. The guards rushed to surround him but then watched with amusement when he came to the rolls of razor wire at the top of the chain link fence.
They had laughed.
I didn’t get to see what happened next because they rounded us up and sent us inside. The guards claimed he fell but I wasn’t so sure. At the very least it was likely they’d done something to make him lose his grip. Another time, we’d all been out in the yard when there had been a tornado alert and I’d heard the same siren.
The guards blew whistles and yelled. My fellow inmates ran for the door, but I stood transfixed.