by C. C. Ekeke
V’Korram wrinkled his muzzle and sniffed about. At the same time, he perked up his ears to catch the faintest of sounds—checking once, twice, thrice.
Sensing the coast was clear, the Kintarian released his grip on the ceiling and landed noiselessly on all fours, as expected from such a nimble species.
Tossing back a thick mane of auburn hair that easily tumbled past his shoulders, V’Korram rose to his full height of six foot nine. He peered into the darkness ahead with narrowed, green-flecked eyes while typing information into a small disk hooked to his utility belt, a tracking device used by Star Brigade recon officers like himself. V’Korram unhooked the device and tossed it into the air. The tiny disk hovered for a moment and blinked to life, and then darted ahead into the darkness to track where the Children of Earth contingent traveled.
Once it vanished, V’Korram tapped the wrist comm in his right gauntlet.
“Jakadda to Reign,” he spoke in a low, brusque growl. “Targets captured bait and are on the move.”
One observer watching the screen, a human male, replied in a thick Cercidalean accent. “Definitely Children of Earth. We counted seven,” the Brigadier codenamed Reign stated. “Were there more?”
“No,” V’Korram replied. “No doubt that was a fraction of the cell’s full number.” The Kintarian gave a full-body bristle. “Now they’re trying to see who can make the most offensive Galdorian joke.”
“Jesus,” grumbled another human, this one with a husky yet feminine voice. “So they have to be clichéd and xenophobic?”
This human isolationist group, comprised of disgruntled Earth survivors, had been a mid-level threat under surveillance of both Star Brigade and the Union Interplanetary Police Agency. But after the Terra Sollus attacks months ago, the Children of Earth had made it their “duty” to capture any Korvenites who had escaped detention, then doing who knows what to them. With UniPol’s aid, Star Brigade had taken down CoE cells on Terra Sollus, Terra Gima, Mars, and some of Zeid’s habitable moons this past month alone.
These accomplishments would have filled Reign with pride, if not for remembering the mutilated Korvenite corpses discovered at each CoE hideout. “Were you spotted?” he asked.
“No,” the Kintarian growled, “the sensory scrambler helped.”
Abruptly, a new mechanized voice chimed in, “Thanks to whose tech expertise again?”
V’Korram rolled his eyes in ferocious annoyance.
“Hush, you!” the female scolded the Brigadier codenamed Khrome. “Jakadda, what was the ‘bait’s’ status?”
V’Korram replied, “Roughed up, but breathing, Heatstroke.” With that answer, Heatstroke let out a soft sigh of relief. “I could easily track down the CoE myself, take down their unit, and enjoy it.”
“Do not engage, Jakadda,” Reign stated adamantly. “Find their location and await further orders. Keep us updated on anything your tracker doesn’t show.”
V’Korram snorted disdainfully at the order. It wasn’t the first time he had heard those words on a field mission. “Understood. Jakadda out.” He tapped his wristcomm harder than needed to end the dialogue. Pointed ears pricking up, he took one last sweeping glance at the sewer tunnel, analyzing every facet before dropping to a predatory crouch. Then V’Korram slinked off into the gloom like a panther, trailing the Children of Earth strike team.
Reign watched V’Korram vanish off the viewscreen from a sleek UComm battlecruiser’s coolly lit bridge, hovering low in Terra Sollus’s heavens.
The annoyance in the Kintarian’s voice left a nagging caution in Reign’s gut. But as Senior Executive officer of Star Brigade, Reign—aka Captain Habraum Nwosu—usually got that feeling when any of his operatives went solo in the field. He had no doubt that V’Korram would obey his orders, though. Aside from some anger issues, the Kintarian lieutenant was finally learning to be a better team player over the past five-and-a-half months.
Habraum, field commander of this Combat Team and Senior Executive Officer of Star Brigade, currently donned field combat attire with royal green and white coloring. He accented his outfit with hand gloves, ankle-high boots, and shoulder plates made of golden metal—all well worn and scratched from battle. The captain, a native of Cercidale, stood at six foot five, with a powerfully built physique easily filling out his uniform. He idly stroked his face, touching his usually well-trimmed goatee—now accompanied by two-day-old stubble.
Rogguts, he considered, need a shave.
His hazel-gold eyes, vivid and attentive, roved across the floating holoscreens of the helm’s communication station. One neon-hued monitor tracked V’Korram’s movements through a wireframe map of Conuropolis’s sewer system, while another monitor displayed live feeds from the tracker tailing the Children of Earth.
Habraum’s gaze rested on a squat figure to his right, hulking in physique and sheathed in silvery armor. That and the flat-topped head made the Brigadier resemble some type of android. However, “it” was a living, breathing “he.” Moreover, the armor was organic and skin-like—typical of the techno-organic Thulican race. He was 1st Lieutenant Khromulus Threedwok, codenamed and nicknamed Khrome, the team’s tech expert.
“Was the side banter necessary, Khrome?” Habraum frowned.
The Thulican grinned and shrugged his massive shoulders. “I’m just ensuring that V’Korram gave proper credit for his improved stealth.”
“You banter a wee bit much at times,” the Cercidalean human replied, half-scolding and half-teasing.
That earned a derisive snort from Habraum’s second-in-command standing at his left. “You just realized this?” asked Heatstroke, aka Captain Samantha D’Urso.
“Hey!” Khrome snapped. His face, cobalt blue and noseless, filled with mock outrage.
Before the Thulican could retort, Habraum crisply diffused the situation. “All right, all right. Khrome, take a last check of our equipment.” Khrome nodded obediently and tromped over to the ship’s tech station a short distance away, but not before shooting Sam a melodramatic glare.
She smirked and fiddled with her half-up, half-down hairstyle, the long bangs pulled back while the rest tumbled down her shoulders in sleek butter-blonde curtains. Habraum shook his head at his subordinates and returned his focus to the holo-maps.
Sam’s skintight field uniform was simpler than Habraum’s: a crimson bodysuit sporting one wide white stripe down the center from the low neckline in front and upper back down to the feet. Habraum couldn’t help stealing glances at the view.
“I know that look,” she said quietly, hands on hips.
“Oh?” Habraum scratched the nape of his bald head, unsurprised. Given that they had worked together nearly a decade, Sam could read his moods like no one else. “And what look is that?”
“The one worried that V’Korram might try handling the CoE cell alone,” Sam stated, gazing up at the much taller Cercidalean. “V’Korram’s been a team player for months, despite a foolish stunt or two.”
Habraum stared at her.
“Okay, a foolish stunt or four,” she amended with an eye roll. “Whatever. Stuff like what happened on Seredonia is in the past. You can trust him out on the field now.”
“I do,” the Cerc replied softly and shrugged. “Old habit, I guess, worrying about any teammate out there. But it’s not just V’Korram…”
Sam raised her brow. “Oh, is it?” she asked, her voice low and rough.
Habraum regarded her with a sad smile, the pale blue lights of the bridge shimmering off his dark brown skin. “It’s our last mission together, you and I.”
“Me, leading my own combat team.” She glanced away for a moment, dazed by the notion and his probing stare. “Imagine that.”
The Cerc caught the wistful haze clouding her large chocolate-brown eyes, knowing it mirrored his own feelings. They had started out in Star Brigade together, remaining close friends ever since.
“Let’s make sure this mission’s a proper sendoff and an even better war story, Captain Nw
osu,” Sam said with her distinctive brashness.
“Fair enough, Captain D’Urso.” Habraum beamed, and then frowned. “Gods, will we ever get worn on calling each other ‘Captain’?”
Sam shook her head, that irresistible lopsided grin sending a warm jolt through Habraum. “Not so much.”
“Ping me when V’Korram spots the hideout, yea?” he asked.
“Of course,” Sam nodded before turning to the holomaps they had been watching. The Cerc took long looks at Sam and Khrome from a few metrids away as they focused on their assigned tasks. While Khrome’s primary function for CT-1 was tech and engineer, his brawny body was capable of self-sustained flight and a physical strength most beings could scarcely fathom. Sam, in addition to her roles of spymaster and comms officer, could also engulf her entire body in flames on command.
Habraum was no different. As CT-1’s field commander, he had been blessed with his own unique abilities. Curling his gloved hands into fists, he focused. Both hands began glowing with a faint red energy, indicating his biokinetic energy gifts. He humbly stared at the glow for a moment before shutting it off, his hands returning to normal.
Habraum strode silently down the widest corridor of the battle cruiser’s bridge, lost in thought. He stopped outside one cargo bay with its entrance half open. The Cerc peered in discreetly at the other four members of Star Brigade Combat Team 1 as they prepped for field action.
One member shrewdly stretched his lanky, hyper-toned physique in preparation. Lieutenant Jan’Hax—codename Incognito—scratched the duckbilled mouth symbolic of his Ciphereen ethnicity. While not on Habraum’s combat team, he’d joined this mission for field experience.
CT-1’s ordnance officer resembled a humanoid chiseled from a block of ice, except that someone forgot to add other facial features besides his two beady, indigo-blue eyes. Commander Tyris Iecen—codename Arcturus—checked the rapid-fire capacity of his snub-nosed pulse pistol, the repeated click-clack sound from the gun trigger being pressed largely audible around the entire cargo bay.
After this mission, Iecen would become Habraum’s second-in-command. Talented as the Tanoeen was, that change still didn’t sit right with the Cerc.
Crouching against a wall on the room’s other side was Second Lt. Liliana Cortés—CT-1’s medic, codename Crescendo, engrossed in something on her datapad. The lean and long-legged doctor kept her dark hair short in a pixie cut. The styling complemented her oval-shaped face, a far-from-unattractive face.
Cortés murmured something to a slightly taller female at her left. This female, flowing crimson mane up in a flawless braid, had a slender, sloping yet athletic body—the type of body intended for gigantic holo billboards floating in a city-state’s downtown. Habraum’s gaze fell upon the living weapon known as Marguliese, preoccupied momentarily by her perfection.
Presently she remained so still, one might mistake Marguliese for a humanoid mannequin. However, a closer look at her icy cerulean-blue eyes, her skin’s unnatural golden sheen, and the silvery biomechanics of her right arm revealed she was a cyborg. Thanks to such an ideal human guise, virtually no one could discern she was a Cybernarr. Habraum made no apologizes for recruiting her, despite the internal controversy surrounding his decision. Yet every so often, the Cerc shuddered when pondering the consequences if the truth got out about him harboring a former member of the Cybernarr Technoarchy. Only his most trusted operatives knew, and he planned to keep it that way.
Except for Marguliese and V’Korram, all of Habraum’s combat team possessed abilities beyond those of normal sentient beings. They represented a small subset of Union citizens called maximums. It stupefied him sometimes, realizing how much power CT-1 alone wielded. Having such abilities and doing nothing constructive with them made no sense to the Cerc. He had a duty to defend the Union with his gifts, hence why he joined Star Brigade in the first place.
“Reign,” Sam’s voice broke Habraum’s reverie, this time from the comband on his left wrist.
He turned from the cargo bay entrance and tapped his wristcom to answer. “Go ahead.”
“We hit pay dirt, flyboy. V’Korram found the CoE HQ in an older part of the central sewer system. He’s in position on the outskirts. I’ll bring up schematics to find best points of entry.”
Habraum’s heartbeat raced with anticipation. Regardless of how long he’d been a field operative, the Cerc still caught that thrill before combat. “Brilliant. I’ll ready the troops.” He stepped into the cargo bay holding his team. The four Brigadiers stopped and perked up when he entered.
“Team,” Habraum announced, arms behind his back, “time to go to work.”
Marguliese, ever stoic, merely arched an eyebrow at the news. Liliana tensed in anticipation, while Tyris and Jan’Hax enthusiastically whispered “Yes!” under their breaths.
Habraum smiled, equally pleased. “Combat-ready in ten.”
About the Author
C.C. Ekeke is a native of California by way of Georgia by way of Missouri, spending much of his childhood on a steady diet of science fiction movies and television shows, as well as superhero comic books. It was in college studying for a degree in advertising that he stumbled across a desire to write books. Star Brigade: Resurgent and Star Brigade: Maelstrom were originally self-published as one book in December 2005. This re-release marks the second edition of the book. He’s currently at work on the next books in the Star Brigade series.
BOOKS BY C.C. EKEKE
STAR BRIGADE SERIES:
Star Brigade: Resurgent (Book 1)
Star Brigade: Maelstrom (Book 2)
Star Brigade: The Supremacy (Book 3) - forthcoming
Star Brigade: Odysseys (a Star Brigade Anthology)
A Note From the Author
I hope you enjoyed the ride STAR BRIGADE: Maelstrom took you on.
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I’m aiming to release Star Brigade: The Supremacy in August 2016! It takes place around six months after the events of Maelstrom, and sets the team on a whole new adventure!
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Thank you for taking the time to read this book!
C.C. Ekeke