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3 books by Jack Stornoway
Requirements: ePUB Reader, 99 kB | 147 kB | 137 kB
Overview: Jack Stornoway is the author of several Science Fiction Novels
Genre: Science Fiction > Hard Sci-Fi
Loyal Soldier
General Rome waited until the mercenaries were in the airlock before jumping to his feet and grabbing his duster and respirator mask. "I'll be back," he said to the waitress as he ran to the door into the motel. He swung the duster over his shoulders as he stepped into the lobby airlock. Then pushed the respirator mask to his face as he hit the button for the outer airlock door. As he stepped out into the swirling sand, he pulled the straps of the respirator mask over the back of his head. Across the lot vehicle had just landed. All Rome could see through the sand were the lights, but based on their spacing it had to be a truck or a bus.
He saw the shapes of the mercenaries moving around near the pub's airlock, and ran ran out into the sandstorm at a right angle to the vehicle so the mercenaries wouldn't see him, and when he couldn't see them anymore curved back towards the lights. It was bus, a long range transport, the type usually used to connect smaller settlements to major hubs. Someone was stepping out the doorway, several people. General Rome ducted under one of the short wings that supported the turbofans, and crept up behind the new arrivals, he couldn't see the mercenaries. Rome pulled out his pistol and dagger, but left the dagger's plasma-blade turned off as light would immediately alert everyone to his presence.
Sweat and Blood (Gay)
For Artemio it had never been about wining, it had always been about surviving. He didn't know if he could beat Mudiwa Kachote in a fare fight, in fact he doubted he could, but it didn't matter because he could survive a fight with Mudiwa. It was hard-wired into him. For Chichi it had always been about wining, and Chichi always won. Chichi knew she would win against Artemio, he was just a fighter, she was Multan itself. It didn't matter if Mudiwa was or wasn't a better fighter than Artemio, by the time Artemio got into the cage, he would be in no condition to fight Mudiwa.
Yousaf's perspective was different, he hadn't been a winner in more than a decade. He had a good gig, and made a lot of money working for Chichi, but those weren't his wins, they were losses. Chichi had once been a competitor, and had screwed him over when he proposed they jointly form a fighting league in Multan. He was from Multan, and knew the revolutionaries would ban the fighting leagues if they won the war. Every win she had was ashes in his mouth.
Species of Sociopaths
Cadmus could see a physiological response in the steward, her heartbeat and breathing slowed, she was becoming calmer. Cadmus found it curious how quickly the human-mind latched onto even the faintest hope of survival. The odds of any of them surviving the night were incredibly low, her odds weren't much better. She would need to salvage as many of them as possible if had any hope of surviving until a rescue ship could be dispatched. If it was dispatched immediately a rescue airship could take several days to reach them it this remote area. She would have to give the humans the thing they called 'hope,' she would need to lie to them.
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Requirements: ePUB Reader, 99 kB | 147 kB | 137 kB
Overview: Jack Stornoway is the author of several Science Fiction Novels
Genre: Science Fiction > Hard Sci-Fi
Loyal Soldier
General Rome waited until the mercenaries were in the airlock before jumping to his feet and grabbing his duster and respirator mask. "I'll be back," he said to the waitress as he ran to the door into the motel. He swung the duster over his shoulders as he stepped into the lobby airlock. Then pushed the respirator mask to his face as he hit the button for the outer airlock door. As he stepped out into the swirling sand, he pulled the straps of the respirator mask over the back of his head. Across the lot vehicle had just landed. All Rome could see through the sand were the lights, but based on their spacing it had to be a truck or a bus.
He saw the shapes of the mercenaries moving around near the pub's airlock, and ran ran out into the sandstorm at a right angle to the vehicle so the mercenaries wouldn't see him, and when he couldn't see them anymore curved back towards the lights. It was bus, a long range transport, the type usually used to connect smaller settlements to major hubs. Someone was stepping out the doorway, several people. General Rome ducted under one of the short wings that supported the turbofans, and crept up behind the new arrivals, he couldn't see the mercenaries. Rome pulled out his pistol and dagger, but left the dagger's plasma-blade turned off as light would immediately alert everyone to his presence.
Sweat and Blood (Gay)
For Artemio it had never been about wining, it had always been about surviving. He didn't know if he could beat Mudiwa Kachote in a fare fight, in fact he doubted he could, but it didn't matter because he could survive a fight with Mudiwa. It was hard-wired into him. For Chichi it had always been about wining, and Chichi always won. Chichi knew she would win against Artemio, he was just a fighter, she was Multan itself. It didn't matter if Mudiwa was or wasn't a better fighter than Artemio, by the time Artemio got into the cage, he would be in no condition to fight Mudiwa.
Yousaf's perspective was different, he hadn't been a winner in more than a decade. He had a good gig, and made a lot of money working for Chichi, but those weren't his wins, they were losses. Chichi had once been a competitor, and had screwed him over when he proposed they jointly form a fighting league in Multan. He was from Multan, and knew the revolutionaries would ban the fighting leagues if they won the war. Every win she had was ashes in his mouth.
Species of Sociopaths
Cadmus could see a physiological response in the steward, her heartbeat and breathing slowed, she was becoming calmer. Cadmus found it curious how quickly the human-mind latched onto even the faintest hope of survival. The odds of any of them surviving the night were incredibly low, her odds weren't much better. She would need to salvage as many of them as possible if had any hope of surviving until a rescue ship could be dispatched. If it was dispatched immediately a rescue airship could take several days to reach them it this remote area. She would have to give the humans the thing they called 'hope,' she would need to lie to them.
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Loyal Soldier
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Sweat and Blood
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Species of Sociopaths
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ALL
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