Book 2 Chapter 4
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Uncharted world
Somewhere in the badlands
4141.3.15 Galactic
Oval-shaped eyes, irises the color of eggplant, narrowed as the starship he’d been expecting entered normal space, bristling with weapons pods, near the orbit of the farthest moon in the system. On the image provided by the camera on the surveillance drone, he watched the uninhabited moon wobble visibly due to the time/space displacement wave created by the starship’s FTL drive.
Eventually the inner stresses would cause the moon to tear itself apart, scattering rubble composed of varying sizes of rock and shards of ice on uncontrolled trajectories throughout the system. The rubble would become death-dealing asteroids and eventually set off cascading waves of destruction throughout the planets and moons in the system, some ending in violent collisions, ultimately destroying life on inhabited worlds.
But none of this concerned him. All he cared about was the deadly cargo onboard this newly arrived starship.
The vessel would be in orbit within two weeks; only then would the real work begin. And the future of the galaxy would become possible.
The flesh of his purplish-colored fists tightened, becoming a shade darker as an intense feeling of power coursed through his six-foot-tall, heavily muscled frame. His chest muscles bulged inside the blast armor covering his wide chest.
He ran a large hand over his slicked-back, chestnut-brown hair that gleamed under the control center’s lights. The room smelled of mold and decay, making his narrow nostrils twitch in disgust. The decrepit building was going to crumble around them unless they left this planet soon. Dying planets were no place to plan the rise of a glittering new empire built on the blackened bones of the Alliance.
“I’ll be in my office,” he said in his deep-throated voice to the technician sitting in front of the master control panel for the command complex. The tech nodded that she understood.
From this room they monitored the entire system against incoming intruders using a series of shielded surveillance satellites and drones. He’d ordered the lowering of the energy screen at the outer border of the system to allow the incoming vessel through. Now that the ship had arrived, the shield would be reactivated to keep out prying eyes or repel anyone following the starship into the system.
He entered the lift and instructed the lift car’s voice-activated interface to take him to the sixteenth floor, where his expansive offices were located. The doors cycled closed, cutting off his view of the immense master control room with over one hundred stations where technicians monitored the vast reaches between the sixteen worlds within the system.
On the eight populated worlds of this system, they also monitored his tens of millions of assault troopers, training for the day when they’d launch the final war with the Alliance to crush those who opposed them once and for all.
His stomach muscles tightened as he recalled the horrified faces of the council members when they rejected his master’s proposal to increase their power over member worlds with the deployment of the new energy field as a weapon.
His master knew these weaklings could never conceive of a brilliant plan like his, to become the absolute ruler of the worlds presently controlled by the Alliance. One day every Alliance world would bow to his master’s will. And one day the new empire would expand across the galaxy until his master, the new emperor, ruled the entire galaxy with an iron fist of terror and fear.
The only obstacle to total domination was a group of mercenaries called Blaster Squad. Their leader, Nick Justice, and his team of skilled mercenaries had interfered in the emperor’s plans too many times already.
They must all die.
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