I’m continuing my re-write of Jovian Shadows, hopefully to have it done before the end of the year. It’s a fast-paced military sci-fi style book with a few twists and turns in it.
If you’re interested in my progress, here’s an un-edited draft of the first few pages as a teaser.
Here it is, the final episode of Jovian Shadows. I may at some time in the future create a second draft and make it into a full fledged novel. It would probably nearly double in size but who knows. I’ll post a link to a mobile / pdf version to this draft shortly.
I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing it.
The image of Melan looked around the table at the gathered Humans. “I’ll take questions now.”
Everyone looked at each other with expressions of worry. It was Redbeard who broke the silence. “How long?”
Melan said, “It is hard to say. As I said, we were coincidentally close, and already familiar with your species. The others are unaware, or will be until they receive the signal.”
Castaneda said, “Who will get here first?”
Melan’s tongue ran under his lower lip as he thought. “I would say… the Charem De would be most likely to arrive. They are faster than the Ixuul and more ambitious. Though this system has little tactical use, it might some day, and its resources are fresh.”
Landover leaned back in his chair again. “What is your assessment of Earth’s current defensive ability?”
Melan didn’t hesitate this time. “The Charem De would control your system in fewer than 30 days. Earth has no adequate defense in space. You stand a better chance on the ground. You are aggressive and well armed, but not well enough. Your planet would fall to Charem De control within three months.”
I made this cover using some license free images I found online. If I really polish the story up, I may spring for a less amateur picture.
I wonder if the AIs have a Machiavelli chip.
Lim felt around the communications systems of the FDR, being as subtle as she could to not arouse Perseid. The door she used to get in before was closed. She could force it of course, but this was to be a stealth mission. She wanted Perseid to be a friend, an ally- a servant for sure, but she would need her to volunteer to become embodied. Then Lim could occupy the FDR’s vacant AI slots and prepare it for a return trip to Earth.
She found what she was looking for- a personal communication link from Landover to Perseid. It would allow Lim to slip in to the weakly encrypted sections of the ship: the basic air scrubbers, the weapon alarm systems, the lights, all of the trivial systems. Perseid would notice the blip, and become aware of Lim’s intrusion almost immediately, but by then it would be too late.
In which Melan reveals the measure of threat to the Human race.
Melan stood away from the table as the others took their seats.
Jones stood beside Melan like she was guarding him, but she had removed her helmet and set it aside.
Cepheid stood opposite Melan. He stepped forward and placed a disc on an empty seat. A black metal pole rose from it, stopping after about extending a meter. Light flickered from the top of the pole, and a hologram of Melan appeared as if he was sitting in the chair himself.
Chairs shuffled. People gasped. Jones smiled. “That’s what I said.”