Agent Sasha (eBook)

Gyorgy Hudoba (Autor)

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2020 | 1. Auflage
238 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-0983-1801-7 (ISBN)

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Agent Sasha featuring a world far in the future, in which humans are but one type of intelligent being populating various planets across space. The main character is the Human Emperor, and his collection of friends and acquaintances (and people of concern) drive the story and unfolding knowledge of this world, and its unique leader. The book is an entertaining tale full of the best facets of science fiction.

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The year 28975The place: Down Earth, universe; rather empty. The gateway? The Parallels, gateway to the Milky Way, home of UNHL (United Nations of Humanlike Lifeforms) and AOCP (Alliance Of Central Planets) and many other nations. Republics, Alliances, Kingdoms, Colonies, Empires and Warlords. Agent Sasha is a riveting science fiction tale of an alternate universe where humans lead the Milky Way, factions fight to survive twenty years after a close to two century long war that crippled the galaxy. In the middle of this sits Down Earth, planet Earth that teleported away from its own realm a long, long time ago. The leader of Down Earth the Monarch is the Emperor, a more or less human entity. They are a founding member and primary leader of the UNHL amid the chaos of treachery, greed and betrayal. Portrayed from the angle of the characters themselves the book opens the door to immense possibilities. Josh Kulighan, the legendary war hero, demoted from Admiral to the lowest ranks after a disagreement with the Emperor himself, working his way back to the good graces. The beautiful Captain Aa, a believed orphan who was a thief and a killer, lifted out of poverty by the Emperor himself. Tata Crubon, an old friend of the Emperor who finds himself in more trouble he would ever believe it's possible. Azure, the Emperor's female companionship; her soul rescued from the times before Down Earth was called 'Down', yet her body as young as a young lady. Toxic, an organic, living spacecraft from the future and the ever present AIs of gigantic, alien spaceships makes this tale a unique view into the realm of sci-fi, into the realm of the Monarch in the Milky Way.

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Chapter Two

Szozzem Is Dead

There was a man in her bed. Aa stared proudly at the sleeping Smith and blushed. She had a lovely evening with him and full fireworks by midnight! Like every good girl, she wanted to keep him around, so she ordered chef to deliver a big breakfast. Now all she had to do was to wait and reminisce about the lovely night.

Suddenly his vidphone rang again.

“Damn!” She reached for it, but it was too late.

Smith jumped upright like an Energizer bunny. “Huh?”

Aa stared at the anomaly with her big eyes.

“Oh, it’s you, sweetness!” Smith grinned instantly and yawned as he relaxed.

“Hi!” She grinned back. “Are you still my Empy?” She giggled.

“Uh oh…Toxic was looking for me?” He referred to the messages on the phone.

Aa’s mood darkened. “The second time already. Look, I’ve got breakfast for you!” She pointed to the full rack beside the bed.

Smith went for her neck and pulled her onto him while falling back to the bed. “Gorgeous!”

She laughed.

A bit later while he was munching through breakfast he glanced at the gleaming Aa who watched his every move. “What?”

“I just wanted this so many times, it’s nice to see it’s finally happening!”

“Um…”

“I know, you have to go back to Azure!” She sounded sheepish.

“I can have many girls…” Smith implied he would be ready for a change or at least an official addition.

“We would fight for you.” She pointed out the obvious.

“Yeah, it’s a constant problem for rulers across the galaxy!” They were both laughing.

“Seriously, I had such a blast!” Smith kissed her lips.

“Yeah, several times!” She smiled in return and played with her curly blonde hair to cover her insecurity.

“I was told blondes are hot but stupid, but you are definitely not stupid!”

“So I’m hot?”

“In my eyes!”

“Awww!”

“Don’t tell your father that!” He frowned.

“Stop worrying about that! I’m a big girl!”

“Yeah, and govern your house well! Victor sent me some updates, and he is pleased with you!”

“I’m glad that an AI had a good time with you behind my back!” She really wasn’t sure what to say to that.

“I better check those messages.” Smith was searching for the vidphone.

“Why don’t you upgrade your phone to the more commonly used stick or IC bar or whatever it’s called these days?” She referred to the three-inch-tall, quarter-inch diameter communications device most people had. Granted, those without implants had to rely on an external device like a holo TV or smart contact lenses.

“I refuse to have implants in me!” Smith shot back with attitude, then softened his tone.

“I guess I don’t ever want to become one of Kalen’s guys.” He referred to one of the presumed extinct Ancestral sub-race who lived on Earth after the Fall.

“Okay.” She quickly gave up on that thread.

“Here we go!” He found the device and activated it using his fingerprint. He glanced up at her and smiled. “Sometimes I have this vision of you in a sleazy dress running your own, huge spaceship as an outlaw with a renegade crew. For some vague reason you can’t stop at any planet for a long time and you keep on searching. The people on different worlds know you; the authorities fear you, and you are beyond unapproachable, but projecting a way too sexy body and attitude!”

“That’s cool, I guess, but…” She couldn’t finish because as Smith read the text, his face changed. It went from angry to sad.

“What happened?” she asked caringly.

“Albino…my friend Szozzem is dead!” He gasped for air, thinking out loud. “He couldn’t be older than forty-eight now.”

“Albino?” She frowned. As far as she knew the populous human race, who called themselves the Albinos, were an inward-looking race and not in alliance with either side of the galaxy’s leading forces. Matter of fact, UNHL warships were almost always shot upon even getting close to their self-established borders.

“Yeah.” He just stared blankly, then with a sudden move he grabbed the phone and dialed Toxic.

“Good morning, My Master!”

“To you too. Listen, when is the funeral planned?” He was anxious for details and skipped the pleasantries.

“I believe everything is traditional, open casket, three days from now. Why? Are you trying to—”

“Call my PR department and get Miss. Thorne on the line for me, would you?” He hung up and turned to Aa. “What were your orders from Tarbuk?”

“Training mission along the path and showing the new design to disobeying worlds, why?”

“I’ll take you and the DU for a trip!” He was looking for his pants. It turned out to be a challenge, because Aa neatly folded up everything, embarrassing him to his core.

He always knew she was a caring person, deep down, and sensitive too.

*

Selmin was behind the open casket. As the eldest son, it was his duty to oversee the funeral. The church was not even half full. The old building made from heavy rocks and limestone allowed the planet’s pale yellow sun to peek into the main auditorium. Its stale, almost moldy air wasn’t the best, but it was still famous for its small indigenous tree garden; a true luxury on the otherwise mostly grassy planet.

He waited for the announcer who called the name of Isham, his father’s elder brother. Good, he said mentally. He came! His father never elaborated, but apparently they had a big fall-out twenty Earth years ago. His father led him to believe it was something to do with his decision to volunteer on the UNHL’s side to be a soldier. It was unheard of not just in the county, but in the entire Kingdom, encompassing twenty-six planetary systems; their closed bordered ecosystem of the populous Kingdom of Albinos.

They had their Federal Space Navy, not to mention the planet’s own Self Defense Forces. But no, his father followed his heart. He often spoke with a passion of his one year, nine months’ tour among the other humans. He knew his father was a mechanic on one of the UNHL warships. Not a big position, but a position nonetheless.

He always found the entire saga borderline to a fairy tale. The human race hated them. They were all told from very early on. He heard all the bedtime stories as a kid, listened to historical recollections from others’ parents on open school days, and once he took over the family business—thirteen generations of heavy farmers on a swath bigger than a quarter of the county—he heard it from his father’s workers all the same.

People in the Milky Way hated them, despised them, called them ugly names and every business they’d done ended badly. Yet his father followed the call of his heart and took the journey to leave the Kingdom. It was by itself a risky business. Then being abused by other humans, and he took it with smiling silence. He told Pastor Ehnun he had to emphasize his father’s greatness by highlighting all that abuse!

His father often spoke of a teenager who helped him, and they forged a tight relationship. Always thought it was a made-up story from his moderate father, but when they opened his will, it had a clause to forward an outgoing message to an account on a galaxy-wide communications network: SatCom. He had never heard of it. Apparently it was down or something. He had to pay a substantial extra fee to a freighter Captain who allegedly promised to inject it into the new UNHL constructed civilian network that replaced the SatCom system. The freighter Captain said something about a Cold War brewing between the humans. He wasn’t surprised at all. Nevertheless he wanted to fulfill all his father’s wishes!

He wasn’t certain the Captain would do the work at all. He gave a generous fifty-fifty chance and forgot about it. He was definitely sad about one thing though…he hoped the SDF would send the six soldiers to fire honor shots over the road to the burial garden, but the official response was disappointing. His father served in the UNHL forces and not in the SDF. He argued that his father, just as everyone of his age group, was drafted in. Apparently SDF felt embarrassed about his father’s actions to serve on an outside world’s human organization.

Isham approached the open casket. He ceremoniously turned around to address the seventy or so people: “My name is Isham, brother of Szozzem. We didn’t speak for years, but we were so close when we grew up. Life laid out a different path for me, but at the end he was and always will be my dearest brother!” He kissed his left index finger, lightly touched his father’s forehead, then nodded toward Selmin as he walked off.

Selmin was relieved. At least he abided by the tradition and gave good closure. He glanced across the rows of people. Everybody was here who counted as a friend or family. He was worried earlier when trembling shook the building, but neither the security nor the Pastor showed up, so the rare earthquake must’ve been little threat to the old building. The side door slowly opened, and the Pastor’s aide repeatedly gestured for him.

Selmin flinched. He had a post to man, but he went closer. “What is it?” he hissed angrily.

“Pastor Ehnun will come shortly, but he sends a message that the ceremony will deviate from the...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 18.9.2020
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Science Fiction
• ISBN-10: 1-0983-1801-3 / 1098318013
• ISBN-13: 978-1-0983-1801-7 / 9781098318017