One Good Soldier

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PROLOGUE

October 31, 2388 AD

Earthspace, 100,000 kilometers above Orlando

Monday, 7:40 AM, Earth Eastern Standard Time

The Separatist Terrorist Attack on Luna City

'Goddamn, what was that?' General Elle Ahmi was tired of asking that question. The Separatist battle cruiser Phlegra rang with secondary explosions, and warning klaxons sounded throughout the ship.

'I think we were hit by the moon's mass driver,' Captain Sterling Maximillian answered. The mass driver of the Oort Cloud facility's moon had fired on them just before they had entered the quantum membrane transport to Earthspace.

'Damage report?' Elle said impatiently. Still, Sterling was a competent captain and the terrorist general had every confidence that he would get them to their target.

'I'm still checking. The teleport is operating as planned.' The buzzing and popping from the Quantum Membrane Technology (QMT) projection stopped, and the Moon filled the view of the bridge. Luna City twinkled brightly beneath them as the shining metropolis that it was. Glints from Earth and Sol glared off the Luna City domes, through the portals, and onto the viewscreens. The tens of millions of inhabitants of the domes had no idea what disaster was about to rain down on them from space.

'Well, shut those damned alarms off. We're here.' Elle sat back at the empty station behind the captain's seat. She drummed her fingers against the console, waiting for Maximillian's report.

'Sublight engines are down. We're venting like mad from every seal.'

'Tell me some good news.'

'Uh, yes, General. The auxiliary drive is unharmed, and we can reroute to that one. I'm working it. Propulsion will be up in five, four, three, two . . . there.' Maximillian smiled triumphantly.

'Good. If Aux is all that is left, she'll be going there. All security personnel are to report to that section of the ship and stop that bitch.' Elle slammed her fist into the screen of her console, cracking the cover. The CIA agent who had managed to infiltrate the Phlegra had been captured and tied up down in sickbay, but somehow she had managed to escape and was causing all sorts of problems for the terrorist's plans. She had already managed to knock out several key power systems somehow. 'Stop her! Is that understood?'

'Yes, ma'am.'

'Full forward to Luna City. Ramming vector!' Elle ordered. The plan was to slam the ship into Luna City, killing millions of American citizens with one attack. Elle Ahmi's sole purpose for the attack was to kill off a voting district and thereby sway an election—an election for president of the United States of America.

'Damnit, Jack, I'm cut off. I don't think I can get around to you. That last blast closed off several sections between us,' Nancy Penzington warned Commander Jack 'DeathRay' Boland. He and his mecha wingman had followed the Phlegra through the QMT transport from the Oort Cloud combat in an attempt to stop the ship and rescue the CIA agent. The hallway Nancy had been going down was completely destroyed, and air was beginning to vent out of it. She had been lucky that whatever had just hit them hadn't crushed her in the process. So instead of being killed instantly, she was probably going to die slowly of hypothermia or from lack of oxygen.

'Roger that, Penzington. Can you get out of the ship?' Jack pushed his bot-mode Ares-T Navy mecha back up to its feet and looked out of the gaping tear in the ship's hull above him. The Moon loomed overhead, maybe a hundred thousand kilometers or so away. They were running out of time, and Jack had no real, good idea of how to stop the battle cruiser.

'I don't think so. I think I'm trapped in here.' Nancy looked in every direction but could see nothing but crunched metal. The hull of the ship had collapsed all around