The Seryys Chronicles: Of Nightmares
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Also, he knew that the enemy was most likely tracking the distress call; he wasn’t stupid—though he felt like it. Fortunately, the Navy bounced all signals off a spysat orbiting the sun of an uninhabited star system that matched the Seryys system in number of planets and star type. If the enemy showed up to attack, they would find nothing but a single satellite running circles around a star. With any luck, that would keep them at bay at least long enough to plead his case with Chuumdar to combine forces. He only prayed that Chuumdar would listen…
The insignificant man on the screen held no importance… except that he was calling to report that the assassination attempt on Prime Minister Puar had failed and that he had made it to a secure location. Though angered by this complete failure, it was of no consequence. He had a new plan and keeping the Seryysans and Vyysarri at each other’s throats was no longer his goal. He punched a single button that traced the transmission to its source and sent an energy burst that overloaded the communications console and melted the caller’s face off.
Leave no trace.
He leaned back and watched the wreckage of the Sixth Fleet meander through space. Impressive tech, he thought. It’s no easy task to take out one of the largest fleets in the Seryys Navy—and so quickly, too. The stealth field surrounding his ship that his techs had finally finished had rendered him invisible to the both the Seryysan and F’Rosian fleets perfectly. Whether the F’Rosians missed him or just weren’t looking for him remained a mystery, but he flew most of the way with the Sixth Fleet—albeit at a distance—and none of them gave any indication that they had detected him. A successful field test, I would say, he thought. But the exterior of the F’Rosian ships inspired him to take it one step further. The flat black paint on a smaller vessel would make it virtually invisible, even at close range. He couldn’t wait to pitch the idea the Prime Minister Puar! That’ll make a pretty-
“Ouch!” he shouted as the medical appendages worked on a second attempt to repair the deep claw marks in his face around the newly-installed prosthetic eye, injuries courtesy of a very angry Vyysarri Warrior named Seryyk.
“I apologize, Master Dah,” Jarv’s voice came over the computer. “The damage to your face is quite extensive.” After another few minutes, he waved the arms away. “But, sir.”
“Leave them,” he growled. “Let it be a reminder to me of what happens when I get complacent.”
“As you wish, Master Dah,” the regal voice responded reluctantly. “May I venture a query, sir?”
“Sure,” he answered.
“You intended for the F’Rosians to find the weapons cache, did you not?”
“That was the hope with dropping the beacon, Jarv.”
“Why?”
Dack’Tander Dah grinned. “It was something my father told me once about war a long, long time ago—though I’m taking it a bit out of context.”
“What was that, Master Dah?”
He grinned, then said, “It’s good for business…”
The End
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The third installment in the exciting Seryys Chronicles, we present Steel Alliance:
The fragile peace between the Seryysans and the Vyysarri remains tenuous as Khai, Sibrex, Dah and Puar find themselves stranded within the remnants of the long-dead society known as the Founders—while being hunted by an enemy that easily annihilates the Seryys Navy’s Sixth Fleet with only a handful of ships; an enemy that vastly outguns both the Seryysans and Vyysarri. These F’Rosians enemies will stop at nothing to obliterate and dominate the people of Seryys.
Meanwhile, things on Seryys have gone from bad to worse. With the evacuation of Seryys City, the Reapers have sent the entire planet into disarray and panic. On the heels of Seryys’ current crisis, the Reapers act as the harbinger of a plague of epic proportions. This plague defies both reality and logic and pushes Prime Minister Pual’Kin Puar to hire a loose cannon to help with the situation using dubious tactics, tactics that go horribly, terrifyingly wrong.
With the F’Rosian Fleet on its way to Seryys, Prime Minister Puar is forced to ask for help from Prefect Chuumdar. Worst of all, Puar realizes that if he can’t get the Reapers and the plague under control, there may be nothing left to protect from the F’Rosians.
Clockwork Quills presents the apocalyptic dystopia of They're Watching Over You:
In the not-so-distant future, Earth is under the absolute control of ANGELS, an all-powerful organization that has been manipulating human history from behind the scenes for millenia. On the opposing side is SATAN, a small, impossibly outmatched army who fights to free humanity from ANGELS' tyranny.
Robert, a young man of no extraordinary talent, finds himself thrown into this war on the losing side after ANGELS murders his family for possessing forbidden literature. He now fights alongside the soldiers of SATAN, overseen by the implacable Commander Lucie. Each armed with their own personalized war mechs, they stand against the endless legions of ANGELS' army.
They're Watching Over You is a dramatic, fast-paced account of Robert's experiences in the war, and a glimpse into a world in which one of the most powerful forces known to man -religion- has been twisted and turned against him.
Author Biography
Raised in the beautiful mountain town of Breckenridge, Colorado, Joe Nicholson now lives with his beautiful California girl and bride, Bonnie, in Northern Colorado. In 2006, he graduated from Adams State College (a small university in Alamosa, Colorado) with a Bachelor’s Degree in Music Composition. By day, he’s a mild-mannered (yeah, right!) banker and by night, a father, a writer, a musician, a composer, an RPG gamer, a mean video game player and a masked vigilante (not really, but he does own several Superman shirts). He loves Sci-Fi and Fantasy, still reads comic books, has an impressive Star Wars book collection, an unmatched knowledge of Star Wars trivia, has been watching Star Trek since he was in diapers, loves going to the park to read with his wife, HATES sparkly vampires, LOVES Superman, and volunteers every year at StarFest, a Sci-Fi Convention in Denver, Colorado.