As I promised, here’s the first sample of my new book entitled Ronin. It’s to be the first in a series, hope you enjoy.
By the late twenty first century development in technology made it possible for star ships to travel faster than the speed of light. With hyper drive engines starships could jump into Hyperspace and exit light years from their entry point.
The government of Earth, or EarthGov. established a colonisation program and suitable planets were sought out and settled. This was the first time Man had set foot on a planet outside of our own solar system.
Some planets needed to be terraformed to make them habitable for humans to settle. This took decades but as advancements in technology were made the time it took to terraform a new world was reduced. Unfortunately, unrest at how the colonists were picked began to grow and a terrorist group called the Elysium Alliance tried to disrupt the program. This Alliance gave hope to those who thought they would never have a second chance at life. Backed by many powerful and influential Corporations who lost out on lucrative government contracts, the Alliance started building their own fleet and training personnel. Within a few short years they had manufactured enough starships fitted with Hyper drive engines to start out themselves and became a legitimate alternative to EarthGov.
This of course caused competition for the planets chosen for colonisation, and the Alliance made bold moves to reach certain planets first.
Conflict followed and inevitably, war. Many lives were lost over the next few decades until a cease-fire was reached. A decision had finally been made and reason prevailed. The Elysium Alliance had colonised almost as many planets as the Colonial Confederation as EarthGov. was now known, and an uneasy peace reined. During the cold war the two sides kept watch on each other.
Now it’s the mid twenty fifth century and the known galaxy still has an uneasy peace.
Captain Bell was relaxing in his quarters when it started. The testing was over; he’d undergone the final batch earlier and was tired, though tired really didn’t cover how he felt, he was weary, down to his core. It had been exhausting sure, but it shouldn’t have left him feeling like this.
The pain ripped through him like wildfire, he couldn’t move, he wanted to relax but all his senses were heightened which increased the sensation. His body was burning from the inside and panic seized him. He tried to move but this only intensified the feeling.
With a supreme effort of will, he pushed himself up off the couch where he’d lain since entering his quarters. Nausea, intensified by the movement, dropped him to his knees.
He began a series of wracking coughs that convulsed his body. Blood began to spray from his mouth with each new cough, mixed with spittle it looked worse than it was, but he knew enough about the human body to know that coughing up blood wasn’t good.
He pushed himself up off his knees to stand, the room spun violently as wave after wave of nausea swept over him threatening to engulf him.
The contents of his stomach churned inside, building up like a pressure cooker until they could no longer be contained and erupted like a volcano to spray over the floor.
There was blood there too and he became afraid.
What had he gotten into here?
What had he volunteered for?
This was not what he had expected and he was certain it wasn’t what the brains behind this project expected either.
Stumbling through the door from his quarters he fell into the corridor, disoriented he paused to regain his bearings. Blinking to clear the red mist from his vision he realised it was blood.
Screaming at the top of his voice, spraying blood with every syllable, he shouted, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?” as he collapsed at the feet of a security guard.
Coughing blood onto the guard’s shirt, he then died.
Accessing a com channel via his Neural Interface the guard said, “Sir, I think we have a situation here.”