So, a little something still in the works…
Elder Offensive Book 1 chapter 1
© 2018 Jon Corres Pirate Poet
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Chapter 1: MacReady
An empty room. Another one after. The entire floor was nothing but vacant space. The hall echoed with heavy sounds of marching boots, military to be precise.
This was the fifth building of this nature, and yet sergeant MacReady of 43rd platoon, beta battalion, 4th Regiment, advanced scouts/rangers aka the Elite Wraiths, was definitely feeling even more uneasy about this reconnoitre. Maybe because it was an Asylum? The sign from the flight in mentioned the name of the place was Pendragon Asylum for the chemically, emotionally and psychologically disturbed. Yeah, that was it! The idea of running into a loon with an axe, no fear or pain receptors wasn’t very encouraging.
In regards to offensives, the whole thing was a bad job in his eyes. No visible enemy to shoot at and everything in pristine condition. Here however, if what he read on the outside was correct, in an asylum of all places, there was a strange presence in the air. There was no other way to describe it. When they landed on the roof, all dozen in the initial debarking squad in his command stopped in their tracks and took defensive positions before the other eight rangers came up behind them. None could see anything out of the ordinary, but all felt as if the they were being watched and a couple in the rear guard could swear there was movement.
The air was thick with fear and dread. Once, not so long ago, say about five months prior, this was a vibrant colony of humanity. Venoshia 3 was colonised in the Centurion Decade of the fourth cycle of the Emperor’s year – Kashimai. That was five years ago.
Terra-forming revealed this was once populated by a now long extinct or emigrated race of reptilian people ( or was that amphibious?). Arthur MacReady only knew that they lost contact and it was up to the United Earth Alliance Armed Forces – Special advance scouts – to assess the situation and render aid.
Okay, there you are. Want more? Bug the publisher and ask about advanced ordering!
see previous blogs for whom to direct your desires to ~
Anyway… Kobo is my main resource for getting material out. Nook is a distant second and I’m looking forward to working with LuLu in the future. In the mean time…
I guess I can finish out the Create Space nonsense and deal with the idea of Kindle and low pay ~ * SIGH * ~
Beezos you B******! You have $3 billion in liquid assets and can pay authors better! No matter what Sarah says.
One more time ~
Read. Support the indie authors and artists – you’ll feel better if you do! Be brilliant and remember…
I’ve got some story left in me yet, just need a good way to introduce it and pay my cover artists!
~ The Pirate Poet