Will of the Reaper by J.N. Chaney

Author:J.N. Chaney [Chaney, J.N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Variant Publications
Published: 2019-11-02T16:00:00+00:00

15

Back with the fleet, there were so many other problems that I had a hard time convincing my allies of the gravity of the situation. Aliens in the imagination, several slip tunnels away, couldn’t truly compete with reoccurring Alon probes and a host of equipment and supply problems.

My arrival sparked a VIP packed meeting that quickly convened on the RWS Spirit of Wallach with no less than the President, her general, and her admiral. General Karn was in charge of the combined fleet and, according to the update X-37 and Jelly provided me, relied heavily on Admiral Cliff Hutton, the Admiral of all Wallach ships.

President Amanda Coronas was everything I remembered from our last meeting—tall, confident, and in possession of some incredibly thick and luxurious red hair. She wore a dark green outfit that was less formal than the high collared coat and slacks I’d first seen her in when we met on Wallach. The silver embroidery around the collar and cuffs of this one was more subdued but clearly indicated her importance in her society.

General Karn stood to her right. He was fit for his age, and his dark blue uniform was embroidered with gold rank markings. His chief squad leader, a rank that was unique to the people of Wallach and meant more than it sounded like it meant, stood back quietly watching the room—his uniform more tactical, though also meticulously clean and perfectly pressed.

On Coronas’s left stood Admiral Hutton. The man’s uniform was red. He resembled Karn but was older, less fit, and surprisingly quiet. X-37 warned me he was a man of few words and that his people respected him.

“Some people make poor first impressions,” X-37 said.

“I’ve met him,” I said, quietly enough that no one in the gathering of very important people heard.

“But you’ve had no meaningful interaction, Reaper Cain,” X-37 said. “This will likely change now that General Karn is in charge of the combined fleet and will frequently defer to Admiral Hutton or seek his advice.”

“Sure, X. Thanks.”

The Presidential Guards wore new versions of their exoskeleton armor, modified from Union tech we’d shared with them so that the gear enclosed and protected the wearer. It wasn’t Archangel gear, but it was good.

Brion Rejon hadn’t brought bodyguards, only Captain Cynthia Thomas Younger of the Bright Lance. As the leader of the Xad people, he was expected to take care of himself and be self-sufficient. They had come a long way from the scavengers I’d first encountered, but some things didn’t change. He watched, listened, and spoke little. Unlike many of his people who were constantly imitating Wallach uniforms, Rejon wore a jumpsuit not much different from the one he’d been wearing when we first met. If he put one hand over the insignia on his left arm, he could probably pass among the people of Wallach unnoticed.

Captain Younger was a small woman, her uniform perfectly tailored and resembling a Wallach outfit—complete with a slightly modified insignia and rank tab. I hadn’t remembered her hair being so blond, but a lot had happened since we were face-to-face.

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