Portal Wars: The Trilogy
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Portal Wars
The Complete Series
Gehenna Dawn
The Ten Thousand
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Jay Allan
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Contents
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Introducing Blood on the Stars
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Gehenna Dawn Book I
Part One A Warrior in Hell
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Part Two Supersoldier
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Part Three Rebel
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
The Ten Thousand Book II
Part One Anabasis
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Part Two A Place Called Armageddon
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
Part Three My Enemy, My Friend
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Homefront Book III
Part One Return
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Part Two A World at War
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
Epilogue
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The Confederation has fought three wars against the forces of the totalitarian Union. Three generations of its warriors have gone off to war, held the line against the larger, more powerful enemy. Now the fourth conflict is imminent, and the Confederation’s navy is on alert, positioned behind the frontier, waiting for the attack it knows is coming.
The battleship Dauntless has spent the past ten months patrolling the border, deployed far forward of the main fleet, a forlorn hope, an advance guard positioned to give the warning of invasion. But no attack has come. Her crew is exhausted, and the aging battleship needs maintenance. With the fleet mobilized and the forward bases overloaded beyond capacity, she is sent clear across the Confederation, to a planet along the quiet and peaceful far frontier. Her crew is looking forward to a rest, and Dauntless herself is scheduled for a long-overdue maintenance session.
But the quiet frontier isn’t what it seems…and when a distress call is received from one of the mining colonies on the edge of Confederation space, it falls to Captain Tyler Barron to take Dauntless forward, to find out what is happening, and to put a stop to it.
Barron and his crew have their ship—and each other—but they can expect no other help. Suspicion is strong that Union deceit is at play, that the attack is some sort of diversion, intended to draw Confederation forces from the disputed border. The orders are clear. No ships will be transferred from the prospective battle line. Stopping whatever is happening on the rim is Barron’s responsibility, and his alone.
Barron is the grandson of the Confederation’s great hero, the father of the modern navy. His family name has always carried privilege with it, and crushing responsibility. And now he must prove that he has inherited more from his famous grandfather than name and privilege. He must face the enemy, and win the victory…before the Confederation is caught between two enemies and destroyed.
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Gehenna Dawn
Book I
Part One
A Warrior in Hell
Chapter 1
From the Journal of Jake Taylor:
There are two suns here, and no night. The brightness is constant; it wears you down until you can feel the madness building inside you…a craving, a painful longing, willing in vain for it to be dark. Then the wave of frustration, of anger and bitterness when there is nothing but the light, the unending light. Even when you close your eyes you can still see the hazy orange glow, constant, unceasing.
But it’s not the light that’s hardest to take; it’s the heat. Erastus is a hot world, hotter than the most sunbaked desert back home. When you first get here you can’t breathe, and when you do force air into your lungs it feels like fire exploding in your chest. Your instincts conflict…first trying to stop you from taking another searing, agonizing breath, then succumbing to the irresistible need for air. You think you are going to die then and there, to yield to natural forces you were never supposed to survive. But you don’t. A world like Erastus teaches you just how adaptable man really is.
On Earth I loved the night, the quiet darkness, the cool stillness, a field of twinkling stars the only light in an inky sky. Now I can hardly remember what it felt like, sitting on the porch breathing the crisp air. I always loved autumn, the first chill of the year that sent me to the closet to fetch another blanket. Now all I know is a hellish perversion of eternal summer. Cold? A memory almost faded now. The concept remains, a lingering vestige, but the recollection of how it felt? Gone.
The FNGs were dying…they were dying like flies. The 213th Strike Force was pinned down on Blackrock Ridge, and they were catching hell. The Machines were attacking from three sides, trying to cut off the only line of retreat. The strategy was predictable – most of their operations were – but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t work. If they closed the circle, no one from the 213th would make it back to base.
“Sergeant Taylor, get your section into that gap. Keep it open, whatever it takes. The ground’s too rugged here for evac.” Lieutenant Cadogan’s voice was raw. He was trying, without much success, to hide his fatigue. Both suns were in the sky, and the strike force had been fighting on the open ridge for over an hour. Half the troops were almost incoherent with heat exhaustion, and the rest weren’t far behind. The Machines felt the heat too, as much as they did anything, but they were less vulnerable to its effects. Which made fighting during midday a big advantage for them.
“Yes, sir.” Jake Taylor’s voice was gravelly, somber. He hated to see the new guys getting themselves massacred. His people had been in reserve, so he couldn’t see everything happening up on the forward line. But he bet himself over a dozen of the rookies were down already, and probably more.
Taylor spent a lot of time lecturing the new recruits when they first arrived, but not many of them listened…and that meant not many of them survived. Not on Erastus. Not against an enemy like the Machines.
“Let’s go, 2nd Section.” Taylor took a deep, searing breath. He’d been on Erastus a long time, long enough for his body to adjust to the harsh environment. His was muscular, but lean and wiry, his physique adapted to the constant dehydration. It didn’t matter how long you stayed on Erastus, how used to it you became…the air was still goddamned hot. “Follow me…into the gap. We’ve got to hold the door open.”
Taylor’s troops snapped into position, following him down the jagged rocks of the ridgeline into the small gully behind. The narrow depression led back toward a small plateau…flat ground where the evac ships could land. The strike force could withdraw that way under cover…as long as the Machines didn’t break through and block the route.
Taylor’s troops were veterans mostly, though none had been on Erastus as long as he had. Jake had been on-planet five years, a tenure that made him part of an elite group. Men didn’t survive that long in the battle lines. The Machines killed them…or Erastus did. Or they went mad from the heat, the thirst, the fear. Not many men could survive that long on the front lines in hell.
He waved a sunbaked arm, worn assault rifle gripped firmly in his hand. “I want two lines. First team left, second team right.” His voice was hoarse and scratchy…everyone got that way on Erastus sooner or later. Yelling felt like broken glass on his parched throat, but it was the only way his people could hear him, even with the com implants. “I want 3rd and 4th teams in reserve, ready to move to either flank.”
“Blackie, get your HHV set up between those two rock outcroppings to your south. That should give your guys good cover and a nice field of fire.” Taylor tended to micromanage his teams. He couldn’t help himself. His grasp of the field was extraordinary – as it had been from the day he stepped out of the Portal into the blazing sunlight of Erastus. He was a raw cherry with no military training other than what he’d gotten in Basic…but there was something in him, some hidden talent that suddenly emerged. His eye immediately focused on key positions, and his mind rapidly assessed the strengths and weaknesses of the tactical situation. There weren’t many things more important in small unit tactics than a good feel for the ground, and Taylor was one of the best. It was one of the things – one of many things – that made him such a good natural soldier…and leader.
“Got it, Sarge.” Tony Black’s voice was deep, with a heavy urban accent. “Deploying now.” Black was the senior corporal in the section and the longest-serving veteran after Taylor. He was Jake’s best friend…and his go-to man for anything difficult or vital.
“I’m counting on you, Blackie.” Taylor trusted Black…as much as he did anyone. The corporal was a little shit, maybe 170 centimeters in his boots, but he was tough as nails. Taylor had seen him cornered in a ravine by three Machines and live to tell about it. Black had grown up in the streets of the Philly Metrozone, just about the worst of the urban freezones in the US sector, and his survival instincts were well developed long before he ended up in UN Forces: Erastus. “They’re going to come through right below that position. I can feel it. You should be able to wipe the field clean.” As long as there aren’t too many, he thought, keeping that part to himself.
“I’m on it, Sarge.” Black’s voice was confident, definitive. He’d served with Jake a long time. If “Mad Dog” Taylor said the enemy was coming through that ravine, it was as good as a guarantee to him. “If they come this way, we’ll put ’em down.”
“Fuck, it’s hot,” Taylor muttered to himself, running his hand along the back of his neck, wiping away the sweat. He grabbed his bottle, and put it to his lips. He was disciplined, only allowing himself a small sip…barely enough to wet his parched lips. Water was precious. In this desert, it was life itself.
He turned and trotted up over a small rise, crouching low as he did. He wasn’t sure he was exposed to the enemy’s line of sight, but there was no point sticking his head out and taking chances. Carelessness got soldiers killed; that was something he constantly reminded the cherries…and his veterans too. It only took an instant of distraction to end up on the KIA list, and he’d seen experienced soldiers, men who should have known better, make the same mistakes as newbies straight out of the Portal.
He scrambled down into the gully and up the other side, coming out just behind the hulking figure of a man. “OK, Bear, get your boys over to the east. Spread out and grab some cover.” Taylor paused for an instant before he added, “My gut says they’re going to hit us from the west, over by Blackie’s position. But keep your eyes open, just in case they come in from both directions.”
The big man turned and looked back, nodding. The commander of Taylor’s 2nd team, Chuck “Bear” Samuels was a giant of a man, well over 2 meters tall, with huge shoulders and powerful, muscled arms. Erastus usually finished off
the big ones quickly…they just couldn’t take the heat. But Samuels handled everything the planet and the Machines threw at him and kept right on going. Another two-striper, he was the best natured guy in the unit, cheerful and boisterous…when he wasn’t fighting the Machines, that is.
“On the way, Boss.” Taylor was never sure why Bear called him boss, but he always let it go. He got a kick out of the way it sounded in the gentle giant’s slow southern drawl. “We got some good cover over there. I’ll get the boys situated real good. Just in case.” Like Black, Samuels considered Taylor’s instincts a sure thing. If the sergeant said the enemy was going to hit the other flank, then that’s what they were going to do. But he was a veteran too, and he didn’t like taking chances any more than Taylor did. So he wouldn’t let his guard drop, not for an instant. Not after all the times Jake had pounded that into his head.
“Get to it, Be…” Taylor’s head snapped around. It was fire…HHV fire. The heavy hyper-velocity weapon was a tripod-mounted, rapid fire, infantry support gun firing depleted uranium projectiles at 3,200 mps. In a good position, a skilled HHV crew could sweep whole sections of a battlefield clean, tearing apart anything foolish enough to show itself. It was particularly effective against the Machines. The alien soldiers were far less sensitive to casualties, and they frequently attacked in the open, their dense formations attempting to overrun the human forces with massive waves. Against a few well-placed HHVs, that strategy was the rough equivalent of suicide.
“Get to it, Bear.” Taylor turned and jogged down the hillside without waiting for an acknowledgement. He had his other two teams and the support personnel stacked up in the ravine. He slid down the rocky slope and ran along the bottom to where he’d posted the reserves.
“Longbow, grab yourself a vantage point off to the west.” Tom Warner was standing closest to Taylor, watching the sergeant scramble toward the position. He was the section’s sniper, the deadliest shot Taylor had ever seen. Warner constantly insisted he was even better with a bow than a rifle, and he had a seemingly limitless collection of stories to back the claim. No one was sure what to believe or not, but eventually the name stuck.