by Karl Morgan
The Dave Brewster Series Collection
Featuring:
Showdown Over Neptune
The Second Predaxian War
The Hive
Tears of Gallia
The Accord
By Karl J. Morgan
Copyright 2015 Karl J. Morgan
Kindle Edition
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Cover and text design: Miko Radcliffe and Ron Calica
Table of Contents
Showdown Over Neptune
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
The Second Predaxian War
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
The Hive
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Tears of Gallia
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
The Accord
Cast of Characters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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
Chapter 30
About the Author
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Showdown Over Neptune
Chapter 1
Dave Brewster would never forget the first time he met Charlie Watson. It has been several months now, but the events of that day were stuck in his mind forever. Perhaps it was the embarrassment of leaving his wallet in the car, or just the things that had happened since that made that moment in time so memorable. Dave left home that day to go to Starbucks for a cup of coffee, and maybe a Danish pastry.
Dave had coffee at home too, but he needed to get out of the house. He lost his job six months ago, and looking for work during the horrendous recession of 2009 to 2012 had made him bitter and forlorn. He spent most days looking for job postings and trying to network with his friends and acquaintances. As the weeks slipped by, and his prospects did not improve, he let his feelings
of inadequacy and helplessness take over. Darlene, his wife, tried to keep things normal, but Dave was sinking. Today, he just had to get away from home and at least interact with some other people.
He felt better as he pulled out of the driveway and drove the short four blocks to the closest Starbucks. Dave did not like people parking too close to his car, and he had plenty of experience dealing with dings and nicks in his car to justify his actions. He parked at the far end of the lot where most spaces were empty. He could feel a spring in his step as he felt separated from home and his laptop. The day was fairly cloudy, but he could see the cloud cover starting to break already, which was a great sign for a June day in San Diego. Typically, the cloud cover did not break until early afternoon. Things were looking up.
As he crossed the parking lot, he heard the sound of screeching tires and turned his head to see a sedan speeding toward him. A sense of disbelief flashed across his mind as he wondered why someone was trying to kill him. He snapped out of his shock and rushed toward the sidewalk and safety. His left foot landed on the curb just at the vehicle slammed into him. His body contorted and bent over at the waist. He could see the anger in the blue-silver eyes of the driver as his head came downward and then crashed into the hood of the vehicle. Suddenly, he was airborne and flying toward a wall and some bushes. He was racked with pain and about to lose consciousness. He prayed for his family.
An odd dream raced through his mind. There were strings of light and an angel carrying him through space. He felt no pain and wondered if the angel was taking his soul to Heaven. A gas giant planet with two large moons appeared directly in front of them. He awoke on a small bed in a tiny stone cottage, or at least he thought he was awake. Blurry images shot through his mind. A giant featherless bird creature was talking to him about the future. He was airborne again in the relentless desert heat, with his sweat soaking through his clothes. The creature called himself Fa-u-Bay. What did he say? Other words flashed through his mind: the daughters of Lubna, Fistan and Solander, Fola Untor, Bolofaz and Ondeen. But what did they mean? He was riding on the back of a giant snake flying through clouds of gas above a massive swirling planet. Was this still Earth? Was he still alive? He did not know what was real anymore.
Dave Brewster opened his eyes. He was still sitting in his car with his hands on the steering wheel. He could not remember falling asleep. The dream was fading quickly and he struggled to hold onto it, and then wondered why he would want to remember such a nightmare. Dave climbed out of his car and closed the door. Three police squad cars were parked near the Starbucks shop with their lights flashing. He had to take a wide detour around the crowd of bystanders and the lines of police tape cordoning off the area around a sedan. Through the throng of people he caught a glimpse of a person lying on the pavement. The person has a large head wound and appeared to be dead. Dave whispered a prayer for the victim and continued to the coffee shop, grateful to have missed that action.
As he opened to door to the store, he could smell the fragrance of coffee and scent of cinnamon in the air. Before he could step in, a woman in a business suit rushed toward the open door with a large coffee in one hand, and a cell phone in the other plastered to her ear, forcing him to step back and let her go by. He thought of a smart response, but only managed a soft “have a nice day” as she dashed to her car without even noticing him. As he stepped into the store, he could not decide if he was upset by her gruff actions, or just jealous that she had somewhere to go. That used to be me, he thought to himself.
Three others were in the line ahead of Dave, so he took his place at the end of the line and browsed the menu. He had no need to do so, since he always had exactly the same thing, but it gave him something to do while he waited. Dave was not the type of person to look at other people and listen to their conversations. He was very private in that way. Waiting in line was an uncomfortable position for him, but it was part of life. Soon enough, it was his turn and he moved to the counter.
“Good morning,” the clerk behind the counter said. Her name tag said “Bea”. “Welcome to Starbucks! What can I get for you?”
“I’ll have a venti café latte and a cheese Danish,” Dave replied. He had seen Bea before, as she had worked there quite some time. Dave had not been there for at least six months, but he remembered her short black pixie-cut hair and bright red lipstick. She was young, probably about twenty-five, and quite pretty. In a way, she looked like Darlene had twenty years ago when they were first married.
“It’s Dave, right?” she asked.
“Why yes, you remembered?” Dave stuttered.
“Absolutely,” Bea replied as she wrote his name on the cup. “That’ll be $5.35, Dave.”
Dave reached for his wallet and all the color drained from his face. No wallet. “Damn it,” he said. “My wallet must have slipped out of my pocket in the car. Please just hold that while I go get it. I’m really sorry,” he squeaked.
As he turned to leave, the paleness of his face now replaced with red, the man next in line stepped up. “Bea, let me get this one,” he told her. “Hey buddy, no sweat, let me get this for you.”
Dave turned to face him, with his eyes cast downward. “No, that’s okay; my wallet is in the car. It’ll only take a moment and besides, I don’t even know you,” Dave replied.
“The name’s Charlie Watson,” he said extending his right hand. “I’ve forgotten my wallet a hundred times; it’s really no big deal. Bea, just add his charge to mine. I’ll have the usual.”
Dave limply shook Charlie’s hand, still overcome with embarrassment at the whole incident. Thankfully, Charlie was also the last person in line so Dave did not have a crowd of strangers gawking at him. “Thank you, Charlie.”
“You are quite welcome. It’s Dave right? That’s what Bea called you anyway,” Charlie said. “If it makes you feel better, you can buy the next time. I come here all the time, so you can’t miss me.”
Dave smiled, “That would be perfect, Charlie.”
“Great, then why don’t you join me now and we can chat if you like,” Charlie said motioning to a couple of arm chairs toward the back of the store. After their drinks were ready, the two men moved to the open chairs and sat down.
Dave savored the tart sweetness of the cheese Danish and the richness of the coffee. His color had returned to normal, and the comfort of the chair was already helping him forget the lost wallet incident. He felt great being away from home and the seemingly never ending job search. There really was a world outside his house populated with people other than himself. At times, Dave had begun to imagine that the world was empty with only websites full of offers for jobs that did not really exist, but only keep the unemployed looking and looking without hope. He knew that was not true, but many days it felt that way to his soul.
Charlie Watson was shorter and leaner than Dave. He seemed to be about five feet, eight inches tall, and would be lucky to weigh one hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet. He had short cropped light brown hair and piercing blue-gray eyes. He was wearing sandals, well-worn blue jeans and a black tee-shirt with an odd symbol on the front which Dave had never seen before. His usual turned out to be the same as Dave’s, except with a bagel and cream cheese in place of the Danish pastry. Charlie had brought a laptop case with him, but left it on the table unopened.
“So Dave, tell me about yourself,” Charlie asked. “I’ve got all day, so take your time if you like.”
There was something about Charlie’s demeanor that clicked with Dave. While he told himself to be brief, he launched into a long description of how he was out of work after being with the same company for a dozen years. That company had been acquired by a multinational firm that immediately looked for cost savings measures that ultimately resulted in thousands of layoffs, with Dave among them. He told Charlie how difficult it was to find work these days, and how his mood had been worsening as the weeks went by.
Charlie listened thoughtfully to everything Dave said, nodding in agreement at man
y of the points. When Dave reached the end, Charlie began, “I know what you are saying Dave. I’ve been through the same thing, several times. Many companies have become so big that they lose touch with the reason they are in business in the first place. Companies are just communities of people. They exist to make things that help people be happy and healthy, and to provide a living for their employees and shareholders. It is becoming a game among CEOs and others to see who can make the most money.” Charlie sipped on his latte, “I don’t like what’s happening at all. That’s why I dropped out altogether!”
Dave was surprised by Charlie’s choice of words. “How did you drop out, Charlie?”
“I just found something else to do,” he replied. “I have always loved to write, whether it was legal contracts, board presentations, or annual reports. So I figured I could write books or poetry and sell them. It pays the rent now, and I don’t need the trappings of business like long hours and countless business trips. Now I can see that I was just wasting my life doing what someone else thought I should do.” Charlie finished his coffee with a final slurp to get the last drop. “I come here many days and just listen to what other people are talking about. When I hear something interesting, I open the laptop and start writing about it. It’s like the world is doing the writing for me, and all I have to do is add punctuation and send it to the publisher. It’s pretty sweet, actually.”
“Wow, that’s amazing,” Dave replied, not certain if he meant it or not. “I’m really sorry for bending your ear for so long, but if it’s any consolation, I feel great! Thank you, Charlie. I’ve got to get going or Darlene will be looking for me.” He stood and extended his hand to his new friend, who warmly shook it.
Charlie said, “It was my pleasure Dave. Remember that you owe me a coffee and bagel next time, and then I’ll tell you more about me. Have a good day.”
Dave picked up his coffee and walked away, happy but confused about the entire morning. It had started out so cold and dismal, but the day looked warm and sunny now, along with his mood. As he walked out the door, he glanced back and saw Charlie opening his laptop.
Chapter 2
The following week, Dave had an interview for a job. To celebrate, he and Darlene went to their favorite neighborhood restaurant. They sat quietly together enjoying the food and company. “How did your job interview go, sweetheart?” Darlene asked Dave across the table.