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Evolution
Book Three
By
Kevin Sinclair
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Thanks
Thanks first and foremost goes to my wife, who without her support, none of this would be possible. From being alpha reader and editor, to help with all aspects of this crazy journey we have embarked on.
As always, I’d like to thank my children, Ewan, Lydia, William and Alexander, for providing constant interruptions and generally making a nuisance of themselves, but mainly for making me smile.
To the Guildmasters, for all your help, support and friendship. Just a thoroughly fantastic group of people.
To my beta readers, Steve Kenny, Jeff Walsh, Joe Jelliffe, Denny Johnson, Liam Johnson and James Auwaerter, for your time and amazing feedback.
To my Editors, Lewis Packwood and Victoria Sinclair for your excellent work. Gaiusprimus for some amazing proofreading.
And Eko for yet another amazing cover!
CONTENTS
C1 To Torax
C2 Slow-Baked Potato
C3 Brains or Brawn Shaun?
C4 No Havok, No Problem.
C5 Caught At Last
C6 Friend in Deed
C7 Brighten Up!
C8 Hide and Seek
C9 Best of both Worlds
C10 Come out to Play
C11 Pain in the Arus
C12 When in Doubt, Delegate
C13 Waiting Game
C14 Shake it Up
C15 Sharing is Caring
C16 Six P’s
C17 Alpha Team
C18 Supply and Demand
C19 Lovers Tiff
C20 It was a Stupid Idea Anyway!
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C1
To Torax
As amazing and potentially lifesaving as the ship’s new folding drive was, it sure was disorientating.
We re-materialized what felt like an instant later, but there was no way to be sure. We were all wiped out, laying slumped on the floor or in chairs.
“Ember, what the fuck? That was the Thoth!” I shouted.
“I heard, dumbass.”
“Why the hell were they coming after us like that?”
Elyek interjected. “If I had to guess, they had no idea you were here. They named me specifically. I am really sorry guys. I don't know what to do. I've been nothing but trouble to you.”
“Yeah, you’re right. They would have mentioned us if they knew we were here,” Ember said.
I shrugged. “I suppose they'd have no way of knowing we’re on the ship. You know, after they left you for dead and me stranded on a hostile planet. They wouldn’t exactly expect to find us halfway across the galaxy in a shit-hot spaceship, carrying a fugitive. But, more importantly,” I said, emphasizing the point with a shake of my index finger, “Fuck those guys. They didn't bloody well check either. If we do see them again, and they start shit, I'm gonna finish shit.”
“Shaun, are you ok? You do remember they’re our people, yeah? You know, the ones you really want to save?” she said, then smirked, “Plus, saying ‘finish shit’ doesn’t sound nearly as cool as you think it does.”
“I’ll tell you what, I'll leave Gus and Mick alive. Fuck it. I'll even lay off Astrid. But the rest of them…,” I paused in anger, “not one of them made any effort with me on that ship, even after everything that happened, and how I was brought into all of this. It’s the arseholes on Earth I want to save, not these tits.”
Ember laughed hard. “Shaun, you really are just too fucking much. You know why no one approached you, right?”
“Ignorant dicks?”
“No. They were fucking terrified of you. I overheard loads of talk behind your back, and some people even asked about you to my face.”
“Terrified of me? I hadn't even massacred an entire space town at that point.”
“You hit level 40 in nine months in Anatoli. You transcended on your first day of proper consciousness and took me along for the ride. You were stranded on a supply station for two weeks, after only a week of leaving the game, then killed three Fystr. Ogun was like a child around you. Then you went, half dead, and took Havok from four very well respected, improved human warriors. Followed later by giving a good hiding to the self-styled Thor when he retaliated. All without a mark on you. Thor, or rather Rodger, was a genuinely feared member of both the Thoth and the Seshat,” she half shouted at me.
“Really? I never realized any of that was a thing on the ship.”
“That’s not even the half of it, you absolute moron. I can’t even remember some of the shit I heard whispered about you. Like, how you turned into a pro-bodybuilder in two weeks, or that you carried on your back a massive sentient axe that levitates by itself.”
“You’re pretty fucking cool, Shaun,” Havok said into my mind.
“I know dude, but now’s not the time for a fist pump,” I thought back, pushing a laugh through our link, then focused on Ember, who was waiting for a response.
“Oh. I never really thought about it like that. But you helped with the Fystr on the supply station. You should be just as feared.”
“Shaun, I'm your fucking sidekick. I'm like goddamn Robin over here. Oh, yeah, and you weren't exactly chatty to the people on the ship either.”
“I was the new kid. People should have been welcoming me,” I said petulantly, but I'd already lost this argument and I knew it.
“Stop pouting, Shaun. It doesn't suit you.”
“You really think I'm being too hard on them?”
“Of course I do. If we see them again, we need to talk to them.” She turned quickly to Calegg and Elyek, “I'm never leaving you guys. It hasn’t been long, but
