Release date: July 23rd 2016
Sug-genre: Space Opera, Military Science Fiction
About War's Reward:
The War did not end, it was only put on pause.
The newly formed Union undergoes it’s first baptism, the baptism of war. The Free Fleet fights, holding the line and hoping that reinforcements reach them in time.
Destroyers and fleets assemble to stop the Kalu’s progress in Sol and Worshun. Politics and power are at work in the Union, no matter the outcome the Universe will change forever.
The newly formed Union undergoes it’s first baptism, the baptism of war. The Free Fleet fights, holding the line and hoping that reinforcements reach them in time.
Destroyers and fleets assemble to stop the Kalu’s progress in Sol and Worshun. Politics and power are at work in the Union, no matter the outcome the Universe will change forever.
Excerpt:
Hic
Stamus rumbled with fire, it was a constant and tiring noise. We had been in
the planet’s atmosphere for a few days, much to the displeasure of the Kalu.
With every rumble my super-carrier
destroyed a new section of Chaleel’s planet. I tried to not think about the
cleanup that would happen after the battle across the planet. Chaleel supplied
many planets with food from the farms that ran around the entire planet. Fields
now filled with Kalu that were trying their damnedest to make it through the
Free Fleet ships that floated above them, the Heavily Armored Powered Armor, or
HAPA’s that marched beneath us and the Chaleelian tanks that added their own
withering fire.
We weren’t killing the Kalu, we were
eradicating them. They were the new crops of Chaleel and harvest had come in
the shape of the Free Fleet.
“Something on your mind?” Rick asked
me. The first time I’d met him, he’d patched my shoulder up. I’d been Salchar a
world-class gaming celebrity. He had been a recent new addition to the American
Air force. Five years later and I was Salchar the Commander of the Free Fleet,
he was the Chief of Staff.
We had fought the Syndicate, Kalu,
every kind of race and even our own. We had somehow survived battles that all
too many hadn’t, I was twenty-two and damn if I didn’t feel old.
“Just thinking about the first
couple of times that we were here,” I said, my eyes no longer focusing on the
screens that processed information from my personal fleet, and the other
actions of the Free Fleet at large.
“Times be changing,” Rick said, I
could hear similar emotions in his voice.
The first time we had come to
Chaleel it had been in a baptism of fire. We had just finished training at
Hachiro, it hadn’t been named that yet, and we were told to take and hold
Chaleel’s power plants.
We’d taken those positions and
terrorized the people of Chaleel under the instructions of the Syndicate. Half
of our number had stayed here and the rest had continued on towards Parnmal. We
didn’t have a choice in the matter, not doing as we were told meant that we
were tortured, or killed.
My jaw clamped in anger, thinking of
those months that had turned us from kids and teenagers into soldiers. It had
also led to the creation of the Free Fleet.
With our return to Chaleel, we rescued
our people and took on the Syndicate forces in the system. This also led to us
freeing Chaleel. They’d been apprehensive of our actions at the beginning, it
took them time to warm up to us. We promised to do our best in looking out for
them and set out towards Earth.
Chaleel was under attack again, and
again the Free Fleet was protecting them. They weren’t the only system that the
Free Fleet was defending. We were spread across nine systems fighting the Kalu.
About Michael Chatfield:
Having
spent the majority of his childhood jumping from country to country
with his mother, Michael Chatfield now travels the world searching for
inspiration. He calls Canada home, for now, but regularly bounces across
the pond to his true home, the UK. Michael pays the bills as an
Infanteer in the Canadian military.
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