by M. D. Cooper
 
   RIKA CORONATED
   THE GENEVIAN QUEEN – BOOK 2
   BY M. D. COOPER
   Thanks to the Aeon 14
   Just in Time (JIT) & Beta Readers
   Copyright © 2019 M. D. Cooper
   Aeon 14 is Copyright © 2019 M. D. Cooper
   Version 1.0.0
   Cover Art by Tek Tan
   Editing by Jen McDonnell, Bird’s Eye Books
   Aeon 14 & M. D. Cooper are registered trademarks of Michael Cooper
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   TABLE OF CONTENTS
   FOREWORD
   THE JOURNEY THUS FAR
   PROMINENT CHARACTERS
   MAPS
   A LITTLE HEIST
   A TERRIBLE VIEW
   THE RIGHT CHOICE
   SCOURING
   NEW EMPLOYER
   A MEET AND A MISSION
   TALONFLIGHT
   SALVAGE
   IN THE DARK
   CAPETON COMMAND
   AN UNWELCOME MESSAGE
   HOMECOMING
   INSYSTEM
   BECKY
   HELL HATH NO FURY
   WORM GARDENING
   A NEW CHARIOT
   TAKING THE FIGHT
   QUEEN
   CORONATED
   IT’S A TRAP
   FLYING MECHS
   MOUNT GENEVIA REDUX
   ON THE SLOPES
   REUNION
   FORMING UP
   MECH TYPES & ARMAMENTS
   7th MARAUDER FLEET 1st DIVISION
   COLONEL BORDEN’S MARINES
   9th MARAUDER BATTALION
   THE BOOKS OF AEON 14
   ABOUT THE AUTHOR
   FOREWORD
   Nothing like finishing a novel in the nick of time! As I’m writing this, there are still a few scenes to review, but other than the edits, Rika Coronated is in the can!
   That’s good, because I’m sitting on a plane headed for Orlando, and Disney World. Last year, I’d missed the ‘Disney deadline’ and was working on Impact Imminent in the evenings after rides and walking all day. This year, I was determined to put the deadline stress out of my mind and enjoy myself with more time for family fun.
   At the end of the week, we’re off to Cape Canaveral for a book signing and a tour of the Kennedy Space Center. A good number of readers will be there, and I’m looking forward to some great conversations and a few games of Snark.
   It’s funny how our yearly pilgrimages to Florida and Disney always coincide with author events. It’s a bit of a chicken or the egg question as to which came first. We may never know….
   Be that as it may, I’m looking forward to some relaxation before the final few days of going through edits and final refinements before this book releases. I find that the extra recharge gets me excited for the final stretch of the novel’s prep as well as sharing it with you in my newsletter and social media.
   I have a few other projects going on this summer; one of which is a kitchen remodel, and the others are a new series following a not-so-gentlemanly gentleman named Jax Bremen. That story will not be officially branded as Aeon 14 due to some publishing restrictions, but don’t worry, it’s really an Aeon 14 story and takes place during the Dark Ages which followed the FTL wars. Plus, there’s Decisive Action, The Spreading Fire, the Sera and Jessica book…the list goes on.
   I’m also working on a tabletop pen and paper RPG (role-playing game) set in Aeon 14. This project came about after the owner of a popular RPG company read Destiny Lost and realized that Aeon 14 would make an amazing universe to set a game in.
   The plan is for the first adventure to take place during the events of Aeon 14, following a group that is sent to secure tech in and around the Bollam’s World System during the months when Tanis is missing.
   If it does well, you can count on there being a Marauders Expansion!
   There are a few more stories to tell about Rika and her Genevian Marauders before the Orion War wraps up. I plan to have one more out before book 12 of The Orion War (Return to Sol), and then we’ll see where Rika’s adventures take her next.
   M. D. Cooper
   Danvers 2019
   THE JOURNEY THUS FAR
   The Marauders were always meant to liberate Genevia.
   When General Mill formed the mercenary company at the end of the first war with Nietzschea, he thought it would be the work of a lifetime to save his former nation. He had not anticipated the effect of Rika and her mechs, nor the near-miraculous tech that the ISF brought to the table.
   Once, the Genevian mechs were just a level or two above horror-show freaks. Human and machine grafted together with the only goal being to make them more efficient killing machines.
   The mechs’ encounter with Tangel and the ISF changed that, making their cyborg bodies truly feel like one being, streamlining and optimizing them in every way. Though they look more human—should they choose—the Genevian mechs are far more deadly than they have ever been before.
   Add to that the advanced nanotech that Tangel granted to several mechs in leadership positions—the stasis shields for their ships, and CriEn power modules to run them—and the Marauders have become as fierce a fighting force as the ISF Marines.
   Tangel and the ISF effectively hired the Marauder mercenary organization to defeat the Nietzscheans and take back Genevia, but Tangel only did it to give what Rika was going to do anyway a veil of legitimacy. Intel that Chase gathered in the Parsons System led the Marauders to learn that Emperor Constantine, leader of the Nietzschean Empire, was in the Genevia System—former capital of the Genevian Alliance—overseeing the final stages of an invasion fleet’s construction.
   Rika and her mechs killed the Nietzschean emperor and, with the assistance of an ISF fleet, took control of the Genevia System.
   With that victory, Rika realized that she could not continue her lightning attack, driving through Old Genevia like a spear aimed at the heart of her enemy’s empire. The people of Genevia needed clear leadership, and what’s more, the Niets had begun a scorched-earth withdrawal from other systems, requiring the mechs to provide aid and plan for the defense of their people.
   Rika also suspects that the Niets will use this tactic to weaken her position in the Genevia System so they can mount a counterattack.
   This is exacerbated by conflict with elements within the former resistance forces who do not wish to share power with the mechs, as well as Nietzschean agents who still have their hooks deep in the Genevians.
   Attacks on Rika’s life, and ultimately the theft of the Pinnacle, an advanced super-dreadnought with the ability to fire through stasis shields, brought us to the culmination of the prior book’s adventure.
   We left Rika and her Marauders in orbit of Babylon, a gas giant in the Genevia System, where her mechs secured the Pinnacle, but not before it destroyed her flagship, the Fury Lance.
   PROMINENT CHARACTERS
   Though there is a full list of all the mechs, pilots, and members of the Marauders at the end of the book, this is a listing of some of the more prominent characters and their current role in the battalion.
   Genevian Marauders Leadership
   Rika – Magnus, commander in chief of the Genevian Marauders
   Silva –Colonel, commander of the Queen’s Guard
   Barne – Major General, commander of the Marauders’ First Division
   Leslie – Colonel, head of the GM Military Intelligence
   Niki – AI, Captain, operations officer
   9th Marauder Battalion
   Chase – Colonel, battalion commanding officer
   Penelope – Lieutenant Colonel, executive officer
   Other Key Characters
   Tremon – Former Genevian President (known as Kalvin)
   Arla – Former Genevian Minister of Finance, attempted to take co
ntrol of the mechs
   Carson – ISF (Intrepid Space Force) Admiral
   The Seventh Fleet, First Division
   Heather (Smalls) – Captain of the Fury Lance
   Travis – Captain of the Republic
   Ferris – Lieutenant, commander of the Undaunted
   Vargo Klen – Lieutenant, commander of the Asora
   Ashley – CWO, bridge crew aboard the Asora
   Buggsie – Lieutenant, commander of the Capital
   MAPS
   For more maps, and full-size versions, visit www.aeon14.com/maps.
   A LITTLE HEIST
   STELLAR DATE: 06.03.8950 (Adjusted Years)
   LOCATION: Corinth City, Chad
   REGION: Burroughs System, Old Genevia, Nietzschean Empire
   Rajiz glanced at Avi and shook his head.
   “Seriously? We’re going to break into a Nietzschean compound with you wearing that?”
   Avi looked down at her sparkling blue, painted-on skinsuit. “Why not? The Niets all love it when I get a bit of glitter on them. They’re normally so dour.”
   “Because this is a stealth mission.” He bit back a groan and put a hand on her shoulder. “I know your MO is to bang everything that moves as a distraction, but the bastards are twitchy right now. I have a plan that will work a lot better.”
   She fixed Rajiz with a cold stare, cocking a hip and one eyebrow. “My bang method always works, twitchy Niets or not. Why are you doubting me now?”
   “General chatter I’ve picked up. Something’s bothering their commanders.” He nodded to the duffle on the ground between them. “There’s a spare coverall in there. Just put it on.”
   Avi grunted. “The biggest crimes we’ll be committing today are against fashion. Is it at least fitted? I’m not going to wear a potato sack, like you have on,” she muttered while bending to slide open the duffle’s fastener.
   “Yeah. I know you that well, at least. It has EM-dampening, too.”
   Avi brushed a hand against her thigh. “This has EM-dampening as well. As in it dampens the electrical signals in Nietzschean brains when they look at my bod.”
   “Just put it on.”
   “Fine. You’re no fun, you know that, right?”
   “I’m the captain, I’m not supposed to be fun.”
   The platinum-haired woman pouted at him for a moment. “Such a waste.”
   “This trip to Chad’s gonna be a waste if you don’t get ready,” he whispered angrily. “The Niets’re packing a lot of stuff up, moving it somewhere. That’s the best time to make a little grab without anyone being the wiser.”
   Avi muttered something under her breath as she pulled out a matte black shipsuit with a repair company’s logo on the chest. Smoothing the fabric across her hips, she sighed.
   “More like ‘not disgustingly baggy’, not fitted.”
   “Stars, woman. Are you going to be ready sometime today?”
   While his first mate uttered a fresh round of curses under her breath, Rajiz went back to looking over the Nietzschean compound through the blinds of the office building they’d snuck into.
   Though the Niets had been on Chad since the end of the war, they didn’t have much use for the single inner planet. The Burroughs System’s wealth lay in its two unique ice-giants, both of which produced a unique ammonia-laced diamond in their upper atmosphere.
   Aside from having a host of applications in technology and medicine, the diamonds were en vogue with the Nietzschean elite as a fashion accessory.
   Chad had gained a bit of popularity as a resort planet amongst the upper management of the mining interests that worked around the ice-giants, but otherwise existed as little more than a convenient, already established food production world.
   Despite Chad’s general lack of importance, the role it played in supporting outer system mining operations meant that the Niets maintained a few garrisons on the surface. Luckily, they weren’t the best troops the occupiers had to offer, and their supplies and gear were easy pickings for Rajiz and the crew of the ViperTalon.
   “OK, you happy?” Avi said as she pulled up the shipsuit’s fastener.
   He glanced at her, and gave a reluctant nod. “Yeah. Now focus on the mission, we need to get that case. In, out, on our way. No hanky-panky. I know how much you like to beard the lion in his den.”
   “I prefer lions without beards,” Avi replied with a wink.
   Rajiz ignored her and reached out to the Talon’s engineer over the team’s channel.
   
   
   
    Gero protested.
   
   
    Rajiz kept his tone calm, but let a hint of malice flow into the words. 
   
   
   
   
   Avi shouldered the duffle. 
   
   He led the way out of the office building and across the street to a row of low warehouses that fronted the southern approach to the Nietzschean compound.
   A patrol moved through the deepening dusk a hundred meters further down the street, but Rajiz ignored them. Given that the pair were on the western end of Corinth City’s spaceport, the area was far from deserted, with groundcars, haulers, and smatterings of pedestrians visible in every direction. Two more civilians weren’t going to register on the Niets’ radar.
   An open-topped groundcar waited for them, and Rajiz hopped in, taking the manual controls while Avi settled in beside him. He pulled away from the curb and threaded the maze of warehouses before reaching a road that led around the compound’s perimeter to the closed gate.
   
   
   
   He snorted at her statement. 
   
   A snort came from Gero. 
   
   
   
   He swore aloud and leapt out of the car, kicking a wheel before pulling open the battery panel.
   “Hunk of junk,” he muttered. “Thing never makes it as far as it should on a full charge.”
   “Need a hand?” Avi asked. “I could get out and push.”
   “Funny. No, it died in drive, so unless you think you can push a wormgear, it’s not moving.”
   
   Just as Avi began to complain, the compound gate opened, and a truck drove into view.
   
   
   
   Stone barricades lined the short road between the stalled groundcar and the gate, giving the garbage truck nowhere to go. The hauler stopped, and the driver climbed out of the vehicle, storming toward Rajiz.
   “What the ever-loving fuck, buddy? Move that piece of crap!”
   “Sorry.” Rajiz shrugged. “I can’t seem to get it to start up. We’re gonna need to call for a tow.”
   
   
   “And you’re a ship maintenance company?” the truck driver muttered. “Remind me never to fly in something that one of your crews worked on.”
   “Tow’s going to be here in twenty,” Rajiz said, dismissing the driver’s remark. “Then we’ll be out of your way.”
   “Twenty! I have a schedule to keep, you idiot.”
   Rajiz lifted his hands and shrugged. “Hey, getting angry at me isn’t going to make it go faster. I don’t work on groundcars. Why don’t you go through the front entrance?”
   The other man shook his head. “No can do. Stuff’s all over the place over there, and they won’t let me through that gate. They—”
   “What in the core is going on here?” another voice broke in.
   Rajiz turned to see a Nietzschean with corporal’s insignia stride through the gate, giving the garbage truck a sidelong look of disgust as she passed by.
   “This fucknut is blocking the road,” the truck driver jerked a thumb in Rajiz’s direction.
   “Not on purpose,” Rajiz protested. “I have a tow coming, it’ll be here in—”
   “Twenty minutes!” The garbage truck driver was reddening visibly.
   “Can’t you push it?” the corporal asked.
   “You can sure try,” Rajiz laughed. “Probably easier to lift it, though. You have a loader in there that can do it?”
   “Loaders are busy,” the corporal shook her head. “But I can grab a squad. Nietzschean muscle can lift your piece of crap.”