The Definitive SpaceFed Trilogy (SpaceFed StarShips Trilogy).: A thrilling, action-packed Sci-fi space adventure. (SpaceFed StarShips Series Book 8)
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So, now it was only a matter of time before the Earth’s Space Navy high-ups would be given clearance to establish the Navy as a credible fighting force.
Military shuttle N3 approached the Naval Space station’s docking ring using old fashioned, but powerful, air jets to align her air-lock with the station’s access interface.
Naval Commodore Christopher Winton and his two support staff members disembarked and headed for the conference section where the Earth Federation High Councilors and Admiral Clint Strickland were waiting.
Winton disliked this station’s reliance on the rotational method of generating half-gravity He was still feeling slightly unsteady from the effects of the system and couldn’t see why the mosaic system used on the Andromeda and the other Space Federation vessels, wasn’t in use on this station.
As they walked into the Conference room, he nodded briefly at Admiral Strickland seated at the central table with three men.
“Welcome, Commodore Winton,” one of the men greeted. him, as they walked across to the table.
“I am High Councilor Gibbs, and my colleges are Councilors, Brendon, and Pike. Admiral Strickland, you already know,” the man added.
“Thank you, sir,” Winton replied, as he sat himself down in the seat allocated to him. Winton’s staff members then sat, one each side of him.
“May I introduce Lieutenants, Peters, and Drake,” Winton said to the Councillors, who acknowledged them, smiling briefly.
“Before we begin, can I ask why we are meeting on this station?” Winton asked Gibbs “When it would have been far easier to have the meeting on Earth.”
“Because we need to maintain security over our plans, and keep them out of the public domain until we are ready to make a move,”
“Fair enough. So, what is the timescale for implementing the plan?
“Well, Commodore… The Earth Federation has already approved the changes in Naval operations.”
“Not before time,” Winton stated.
“But, ratification of the proposed changes will only take place after the commissioning of the Battleship Jefferson,” Gibbs continued.
“I see. And what about the other new ships?”
“Timing might be a problem. It’ll be two years before the Jefferson comes on-line and is ready for her acceptance trials.”
“H’mm, that’s not so good.”
“Agreed, and it will be even longer before we can expect more ships to follow-on... Still, I’m sure that some adjustments will be made to improve the situation.”
“One would hope so. What about our design specification for a Navy Carrier?”
“That’s already approved, and civilian contractors will build the carrier at the new Jupiter complex… However, you should be able to use your Navy Marines to protect the compound without raising eyebrows.”
“Okay.”
“We’ve already named the Carrier,” Admiral Strickland interjected. “The Lexington.”
“Excellent name. What about Richardson’s ships, Admiral?” Winton asked.
“Sir, Will we be able to have a copy of the ratification document to take away today, Councillor?” Lieutenant Drake asked, interrupting them.
Councillor Gibbs gave Drake an annoyed look but answered him even so. “I don’t see why not,” he stated.
Then he continued. “So, Commodore, you and the Admiral will take refreshments with me while my councilors and your staff go over the bureaucratic and timing elements.”
“Sounds good to me, Sir.”
Gibbs, stared long and hard at Winton, thinking about how to reply to Winton's unanswered question.
“Well, Christopher, about the Andromeda, and Richardson’s other ships. For security reasons, they aren't up for discussion at the moment. It’s far too political, but it will be when the time is right. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” Winton replied, relishing the idea that Richardson would finally get his comeuppance.
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Encounter with Death.
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Police Lieutenant Brian Armstrong beckoned Micky over to join them.
“This is what I was talking about, sir,” Smith said as he pointed at the body.
Micky looked, and a chill ran down his spine. He recognised the 4cm diameter cauterised depression in Jones’s back.
Then sensing an emotional surge a hundred yards away, Micky jumped into action.
“Too late,” he thought hearing Smith scream in pain as a purple beam hit his arm.
The flesh on Smith’s arm seemed to boil for a second. Then his arm, bones and all, vanished in a swirling red mist and he collapsed in shock.
“Take cover,” Micky yelled trying vainly to grab hold of Charlie’s arm.
But she had seen the blue Mustang, which had come roaring out of West DuPont Avenue a hundred yards away. And, as it came speeding towards them, she was already swinging into its line of fire, her revolver in her hand.
Micky finally managed to grab Charlie’s arm, and pulled her behind the skip, but not until she’d emptied her magazine at the Mustang.
“Bloody hell. Go on, get him,” Brian yelled at his armed officers.
Then the ‘Swat’ team fired a hail of bullets. The bullets slammed into the Mustang as the occupant fired back, clipping one of the swat team’s men.
The shot sent him flying backwards. But his bulletproof vest had taken the brunt of the discharge and swung him around and out of the main beam. Saving him from certain death.
By then the police officers who had been taking witness statements had added their firepower to that of the swat team.
But the Mustang, now riddled with bullets, and its windows shattered, accelerated away and out of the field of fire. Then rocketed straight across to join Tome Street, its tyres squealing in protest.
“Get after him,” Brian yelled at his men. Then shouted into his transceiver, “Despatch. Suspect going down Tome Street, possibly heading for Chester Pike. Intercept with caution. The occupant is armed and dangerous. Get a Helo here quick.”
Within seconds, the two police cars accelerated away heading after the blue mustang.
Lieutenant Armstrong’s transceiver rattled away, as messages on the progress of the chase were being sent back and forth. While the medics from the ambulance tended to Smith’s’ armless shoulder.
Then, over the comms system they heard a harassed-sounding voice yelling, “He’s going down Dutton Street.” With the sound of squealing tyres being heard in the background.
A few seconds, then, “Damn. Sorry…, Bartol Avenue.”
Micky sensed that the police car had hit something but was still in pursuit.
“Whoa, that was close. He’s gone up the East Chester Pike the wrong way.”
Silence for nearly a minute.
“Sorry Lieutenant, he’s vanished. I bet he knows the area like the back of his hand. Where’s that damn Helo? We need it right now.”
“I’ll check,” Brian replied, then called Despatch again. “Where’s that Helo?”
“One will be with you in six minutes, Lieutenant,” came a calm voice.
“Six minutes too late,” he snapped as he switched the transceiver back to standby.
“We’ve lost him, Brian,” Micky said. “He’s pretty smart.”
“What do you mean?” Charlie asked.
“Don’t you see? We’ve been set up.”
“So why did he kill Mr Jones then?” Brian asked.
“Simple. It's Charlie and me he has to get rid of, and he almost succeeded. He used pure logic. Shoot Mr Jones, then just wait for us to arrive.”
“But how could he have known that we would c
all you in. After all, we didn’t think the case had the same MO, the tube was only an inch in diameter.”
“Yes, but Commander Hicks was jittery because there was a tube through his body. That was enough for him to ask us to come,” Micky replied.
“Perhaps the killer gave him a mental jolt at the right time. It could be done.”
“Then Jones died for nothing, and Tomlinson will never be the same again,” Brian stated, sounding dismayed.
“Afraid so.”
“You worry me, Micky. What is this thing you have in common with this killer anyway?”
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” Micky said smiling wryly.
“Charlie, help me out here.”
“Can’t help you, Brian. You’ll just have to trust him as I do.”
Why?”
“Well,” she said, thinking for a moment. “Ah yes, we’re having a baby for one thing.”
“Congratulations.”
“Charlie. Don’t tell everyone,” Micky urgently interjected. “You’ll put yourself in even more danger if the killer realises you’re pregnant.”
“Sorry, I didn’t think,” Charlie nervously answered, looking anxious.
Don’t worry, Charlie. Trust me, I never heard,” Brian told her, then muttered, “If I could get my hands on him.”
”He’d kill you first Brian, believe me. No, it’s our problem. Charlie and I have to deal with him.”
“Better you than me,” he agreed. Then realising that things didn’t quite add up, added, “This killer’s weapon… Purple beam... A Death Ray straight out of science fiction… No, his weapon is not of our time, is it Micky?”
Micky realised that Brian was getting far too close to the truth.
“I would stop there, Brian,” he advised.
One of the Lieutenant’s officers took a med pack from his car and administered a pain-killer injection into the unconscious Smith. Then sprayed a protective film over the severed arm’s end.
Micky was quiet for a moment while he mentally scanned for the killer. There were several highly emotional people close by. But there was nothing in the area that he could attribute to him.
Smith had just recovered consciousness and was in acute pain, even though the painkillers were starting to work. Micky, realising this, sent him a mental jab to reduce his pain level significantly. Smith suddenly relaxed and was quiet.
“I saw you do that Micky… So, what are you? You’re not normal that’s for sure.”
“Brian, I’m not sure myself. But I am the good guy in all this.”
“I know that… But, there doesn’t seem to be any info on you earlier than five years ago.”
“I…,” Micky started to answer him when Chris came over to join them, providing Micky with a very welcome interruption.
“What’s the score, Lieutenant?” Chris asked.
Brian studied Micky for a moment before he replied.
“I don’t think there’s any more to be gained here, what do you say Micky?”
“I agree. We’ll continue that conversation another time Brian.”
“I look forward to it Micky.”
All three walked out, with Micky ‘feeling’ Brian’s gaze on his back, as he watched them depart.
Charlie put her hand on Micky’s arm to stop him, saying, “We’ll catch up Chris.”
“Okay,” he acknowledged and continued walking to the Limo.
“I think Brian suspects something isn’t right Micky,” Charlie warned.
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About the Author
I started my first book some years ago, inspired by my love of all things Science-Fiction and my desire to one day become an astronaut.
Although my career in electronic design technology took me in a different direction, I never lost my love of space, or of the possibility of man one day travelling in space and colonising planets.
It wasn’t until 2013 that I once again continued writing book one. Clearly, the technology had moved on considerably. So, even though, the story line remained as initially set I had to research and rewrite. Once started I was unable to stop and carried on to book 2, and then book 3. So now I have completed my SpaceFed StarShips Trilogy and hope that you enjoy the books.
Acknowledgements
All the characters in these books are fictitious, and any resemblance to organisations or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
While I have made every effort in making this Trilogy as technically accurate as possible. Some stretch of the imagination gives plausibility to achievements that could be the norm by the year 2300.
Dedication
I'd like to thank my wife for her patience and support in helping me complete this Trilogy.
Cover Art by Gerry A. Saunders
© Copyright 2014 Gerry A. Saunders
No part of this publication can be copied, transmitted in any form, without the authorization in writing of the author.
Table of Contents
SpaceFed StarShips Trilogy
Content
Prologue
Chapter 1. Setting the scene.
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4.
Chapter 5.
Chapter 6.
Chapter 7.
Chapter 8.
Chapter 9.
Chapter 10.
Chapter 11.
Chapter 12.
Chapter 13.
Chapter 14.
Chapter 15.
Chapter 16.
Chapter 17.
Chapter 18.
Chapter 19.
Chapter 20.
Chapter 21.
Chapter 22.
Chapter 23.
Chapter 24.
Chapter 25.
Chapter 26.
Chapter 27.
Chapter 28.
Chapter 29.
Chapter 30.
Chapter 31.
Chapter 32.
SpaceFed StarShips Trilogy
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Content
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
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A Sample of my next book.
Death of Time.
About the Author
Acknowledgements
Dedication