Osdal (Harmony War, Book 3) by Michael Chatsfield

Release date: August 28, 2016

Subgenre: Military science fiction

 About Osdal:

 

Masoul wasn’t just an uprising, it was the starting of a war. Harmony didn’t start on Masoul; they were using it as a testing ground.
Moretti has a lead on where Harmony might have come from. First they need to defeat Harmony’s forces in Osdal.

Nerva’s not going to throw his people at Harmony, this is not just a colonist uprising, this is a well-armed and backed military. They need more information. It comes down to the Triple-Two’s to find out that information.

Once again the Victor brothers and their platoon will be right at the heart of Harmony.

Nothing will be the same after Osdal.

Excerpt:

Nivad looked at the reports from Housapel and Fernix.

He was a simple looking man, black hair, light colored skin, and expensive suits. He did not look like Earth and Her Colonies’ power broker. He was the go-between for companies, he ruled the EMF and intelligence ministry. Information was his trade and money was his score-card.

Company takeovers and the latest scandal he could use to leverage shares from a prominent CEO were far from his mind.

His office was large, and furnished with an obsidian black desk, liquor cabinet, opulent chairs, couches beyond them and wall-length view screens that showed Mega City.

Everything was made to display both his power and personal wealth.

Dalia and Wallace sat in the chairs, their faces hard as Nivad held his chin and read reports on his surface.

Harmony had been hit almost overnight. They had removed the CEO’s from their systems and called for democracy.

It was a sham like Earth’s own presidential election. The mouthpieces of Harmony were selected; there were a number of them and they even made it look like a fight between them all.

Nivad wondered if Harmony might have had an actual election. With all of the options being Harmony’s anyway, whichever one got elected they would spout Harmony’s words.

They’d brought back religion, they’d raised the wages, and they’d asked for people to join their military.

Nivad felt his face tighten as he put the surface down.

There was a light buzzing in the air, telling Nivad and his company that no one would ever hear this conversation.

“It seems that they have finally shown their hands,” Nivad said looking from Dalia to Wallace. Any other person might have fidgeted or been scared. These two simply sighed and nodded.

Wallace pulled out a cigarette as Nivad sat back in his chair.

He offered them to Nivad and Dalia, and they both took one.

Nivad allowed the practice to center his mind as he thought.

“What are our recruiting numbers looking like?” Nivad asked.

“We have three thousand potentials going through every day,” Dalia said.

“Move all limbo carriers except four surrounding Earth. How is that contract for carriers coming along?” Nivad asked.

Dalia made a note as Wallace exhaled smoke.

“Now we have ‘The Yard’ working for us we should have twelve carriers produced in a year,” Wallace said.

“What about the new survey ships?” Nivad asked.

“The first is already in transit to Masoul to track down Harmony’s FTL communications. The second and third are moving through the uninhabited systems,” Wallace said, to make sure everyone was on track.

“What can we expect at the end of this?” Nivad said, looking at the other two.

“Masoul is still rebuilding, Mintran is firmly on our side, and Osdal is in opposition. The Chosen are still nothing but a large gang that intimidates people. While that works for individuals, for populations it makes them restless and angry. The civilians want them gone, but they’ve been around for so long that they’re used to them. Humans get used to new situations quickly.

They won’t help us but they won’t go against us. It will take new colonists and new CEOs to get the planet running.” She smoked her cigarette, bracing herself for the worst parts.

“Fernix and Housapel are doing something similar to Sacremon, they’re giving power to the people, they’re raising a military with a stake in their future. It looks like they want to create a professional military like the EMF. One that has tactics, weapons, and gear that are on a level with our troopers’, if not above,” she said. Others would have shied from this admission but she knew how Nivad needed the information. Holding it from him would only make him angrier when he found out, and he would find out.

Nivad smoked and looked to his view screen, staring down on Mega City.

“If we win what will happen to the systems?” he asked.

She hid her wince at his choice of words.

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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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