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  1. Topher Lydon
    It was the middle of their third day on Irulia when the colonists returned. The magistrate, being driven by Kendrick, pulled up to the ships after requesting the perimeter be shut down. Work had been progressing steadily, they had dismantled the weapon systems they needed from the corvette and Elias was finishing mounting it to the Dragonfly's undercarriage. It had involved a great deal of modifications by the inventive young engineer; he had spent much of the second day cutting into the Drag
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    Darien had told Elias to stay inside the corvette as he went out to meet the colonists. He would have liked some kind of back up-Elias on top of the crippled craft with an assault rifle-but all they had was the PKD. Darien took a couple of steadying breaths as he drew the pistol; keeping it ready he stepped out and watched the Jeep roll towards him. There were four people in it-a couple of them were carrying hunting rifles-out to investigate the landing, to see who had decided to visit their
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    The Dragonfly completed its final jump into the red giant system. Darien powered up the thrust drive as he checked the navigation computer. From what he could tell they were on course, but beyond that he was lost; even after Elias had explained the system to him it was taking him awhile to get used to the Polarin script. The system was a complex mess of irregular planetoids and debris fields, a couple of massive gas giants orbited the dying star broiling with their own storms flickering and c
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    The Dragonfly shivered as it dropped back to normal space, jump pods powering down as it unfurled its twin boosters. The boosters shuddering as they roared to life and catapulting the strangely-shaped ship deeper into the system. It was a blind jump, always risky, without the proper calculations the ship had simply defaulted to its last set of co-ordinates in the navigation computer, and for all Darien knew they could have ended up anywhere. He sat buckled into the pilot's seat staring out of
  5. Topher Lydon
    Honest Jerton's Surplus Depot "No," Darien leaned forward in the cramped cockpit of the Amsus military shuttle he had been assigned to on this trip, the frustration in his voice was very evident. "I have been waiting for nearly nine hours, it took me four hours just to get here in the first place, I don't care about your bureaucracy, or if your administrator is busy. I've had enough; put me through now or I am personally coming over there and putting my foot up your ass!" The pilot of the
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    Terran System Darien sat on his couch watching TV, occasionally lifting the remote to change the channel. He owned a holographic one, displaying its picture vertically from its base. Beyond total immersion the TV was really the only way to enjoy mindless entertainment. The Amsus, for all their faults, really didn't do much to curtail civil liberties. It kept the populace happy to have the illusion of freedom, and they had no desire to enforce curfews upon the Terrans, so that left very lit
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    A lone man picks up a battle standard cast down three hundred years before. beginning a journey that will lead him to find the lost fleet, and a forgotten ship at the edge of nowhere. Darien Taine must accept his role, guiding his crew on the long road to free their people from Amsus tyranny. Uncovering along the way the sins that led to humanity's downfall, and reforging alliances long thought forgotten. Three hundred years of slavery, of persecution and of tyranny are at an end.
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    Scott was waiting for Luke; he'd managed to wrangle another early night off of work, a reward for finally getting the fax program working. Zulee was always willing to make a deal time-for-time and somehow Scott always seemed to be the one to lose out in those deals. But then he didn't really mind, it was extra money in the bank to help pay down the Rover. Gran had been surprised to see him bustle in early; Uncle Nigel and Aunt Debbie had gone back to Nottingham the day before and he was sure
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    Ben was laughing at him. Scott was not impressed; he was having enough difficulty trying to update a computer's drivers. He looked up and shook his head, "It's not that funny," he said a little testily. "Yes it is," Ben responded, finishing up the latest batch of invoices. "If there was one person who would get caught trying to hide a policeman in his bedroom, it would be you." "You're just jealous," Scott replied, following the endless links trying to download the particular driver he wan
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    Scott was settling in for a night at home. Sure he could have gone out, but after being abandoned by Dickie most of the day, he really didn't feel like it. He wanted to stay home, watch some bad T.V., crawl into bed early and write the weekend off entirely. He shifted, trying to get comfortable on the Victorian-style couch that his grandmother liked so much. It was one of those high-backed, lightly-cushioned affairs with wings, never designed for a young man to sprawl out on. It was perfect f
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    There was something wrong with being up early on a Saturday morning. Gran, it seemed, was always up at the crack of dawn busying herself with laundry or a whole host of other chores she seemed to always find to keep her occupied. That morning it was the vacuuming. Scott was sure she took delight in ensuring he didn't get to lie in; the roaring vacuum drew closer to his room and he grudgingly opened an eye. He'd had a late night the night before, out with Serena. Luke had been working late so
  12. Topher Lydon
    Darren had been given no say in the matter; if Scott was being dragged kicking and screaming to the castle, then so was he. Gran had made it very clear that she had wanted to go and had even asked Scott to drive her to it, which was a rarity due to her hatred of cars. Supposedly Serena was going with her mother, and Scott had ensured that they would meet up at entrance to the festival and go in together. His master plan was going along smoothly until Gran had called Jan to invite her along.
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    Luke was on patrol, the Vauxhall handling responsively as he swept through the Diplocks Way industrial park, its driver holding the wheel tightly trying to focus on his job and not on the argument that had sent him storming from the house that morning. He slowed the car a little and stared down the gap between two warehouses, trying to find anything suspicious, relieved to find nothing and sweeping the car onwards. He had been asleep when his mother had come home the day before; he had the mo
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    Gran placed the piping-hot cup of tea down on the breakfast bar in front of Luke, giving the distraught young man a compassionate smile as she went to the airing cupboard to find him a towel. Scott was hovering protectively, his arms folded across his chest looking as if he wasn't quite sure what to do, which was pretty accurate for him at that moment. He was worried; Luke hadn't said a word, only cried on his shoulder in the rain until Gran had come out to usher them both inside. She was now
  15. Topher Lydon
    From there it had gone surprisingly well, and after the pub Scott had offered to run Luke back home, stealing a moment alone before Luke had reached for the door handle to go. The neighbourhood was familiar, Groveland's school had stood relatively close through a secluded alley tucked in the back of Forestview. He got out of the Rover as well, looking about him, remember how as a little boy he had walked up this road to go to school, the proper little gentleman in his school uniform and...gir
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    The moment she saw him she knew something was going on. It was like a sixth-sense he was certain she possessed but then that was an impression she always left him with. Gran was one of those women who could just look at a person and sum them up in a glance. And as she buzzed about her kitchen that morning smiling at him, he was certain she knew something. "Coffee, dear?" she asked extending the small pot to him. One of the first things he had done when he had started work was go out and buy h
  17. Topher Lydon
    The man from AA had fiddled under the hood for about an hour before instructing Scott to start the Rover and it rumbled to life sounding a lot quieter than it normally did. The mechanic slammed the hood and wiped his hands before pulling out some paperwork for Scott to sign. He was again glad for the AA membership, always a wise investment for someone who didn't know the engine block from the alternator. His gran had been insistent that he get one before taking a road trip, and when she set h
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    "You broke my rover," Scott said dryly, listening to the sound of the rain pounding on the roof of the vehicle. There was a flash, followed by a rumble of thunder and Scott turned to stare out of the window as they sat in dead silence. Whatever had broken up the vacation, it probably had to do with the conversation with Dickie and his arrogant assumption that Scott wanted him; all it would take would be for him to open his mouth and say something. It would explain Fleur's reaction, it might a
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    He had been expecting a small round camper caravan, the kind normally seen in holiday parks all over England at this time of the year. Instead he was looking at a stylish and quite modern Winnebago. It was tucked at the back end of a rustic field under a huge oak tree, spitting distance from a small river that had once been a part of the canal network. The Rover bounded down the dirt track, handling the rough terrain easily; it was designed for this kind of off-roading, and Rovers like this o
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    Working at the Ashley Garden's retirement home was a new experience for Scott, he had expected a nursing home, maybe a workspace sandwiched between a bathroom and a lounge of something. Instead there was an entire corner of the building devoted to office space. A staff of about five people running administration and ensuring that the home ran properly, scheduling events, making arrangements for doctor visits and of course the darker side of geriatric care, deaths. When Scott arrived in his tr
  21. Topher Lydon
    They had travelled into Canterbury; it had been Luke's suggestion that they do something cultural. Scott suspected that it was mainly done for his re-education benefit. And as much as he wanted to enjoy himself, he was distracted. He at least had an idea now what Serena had been trying to tell him the day before, but finding sometime to actually talk to her alone was problematic. Especially with Luke dragging them all over the Cathedral precincts and pointing out pieces of history. It was a s
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    The Golden Martlet, the pub in Hellingly that Darren had first taken him to, was dismally quiet on a Thursday night. But that wasn't important to Serena who had insisted that she wanted them together after work for a drink. Scott was still in his suit, tie loosened, holding onto a pint and leaning up against the edge of the bar, one hand on the back of Serena's chair, looking across at Darren who was telling them both about the Darlington races that were coming up. Scott was only half-list
  23. Topher Lydon
    "You sure you're not going on Safari?" Ben asked, looking down on Scott's battered Rover from the window of their office. Scott looked up from a particularly stubborn computer that was sitting in pieces spread out across his workbench; he was holding a screwdriver and had a determined look on his face, "Huh?" "Safari; you know, hunting dangerous animals on the savannah." He gave a broad grin as he let the blinds fall back to rattle against the window, "Though knowing you it's probably dang
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    A summer evening on Meadow Road was a strange step back in time. Fifty years ago, children playing on the green, while their parents watched from their gardens gossiping to each other while trimming the hedges that separated the houses, or watering the prize rose bushes would have been normal. In the new millennium it was a rare occurrence. Scott, shirtsleeves rolled up, was wrestling with a rusty pair of hedge-clippers and having no luck with them. Jeans and t-shirts had given way to shirts
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    He picked at the shirt: Ben Sherman; apparently it was what all the well-dressed guys were wearing. To him it kinda looked like... well a normal shirt with a label. But Serena had insisted on buying it for him, pairing it with a beautiful pair of black slacks and his well-polished shoes; he actually felt stylish. Though the argument to tuck or leave un-tucked still raged. He thought it looked better in, she thought it looked better out. Dickie, leaning forward from the back on the seats in fr
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