I by Jake Bible

Author:Jake Bible
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: space opera, military science fiction, space wars, game of thrones in space, medieval space fiction, regal science fiction, royal space courts, scifi adventure in outer space, throne wars in space, virtual medieval world
Publisher: Permuted

* * *

“You think your influence is greater than mine, guard?” Stolt snarled as the lift descended quickly. “You think you can work your will upon the Master of Station Aelon? A pissant like you? What’s your aim, Corbin? Looking for a sector warden position?” The steward leaned in close, his hot breath a menacing stench upon Corbin’s cheek. “A stewardship? Is that what you want?”

“I want nothing more than the safety of the master and Station Aelon, my lord,” Corbin said with a bow.

Stolt looked over at the lift operator and sneered. “A fine answer while ears are listening. But when we are alone, I will get the truth from you.”

Corbin turned and faced the steward, his features calm, his eyes clear.

“I would like that very much...my lord.”

The lift ground to a halt and the doors slid open, showing they were expected. Corbin had both of his blades out and ready as men moved from the deck and into the lift, their heavy blades making Corbin’s look insignificant and weak.

Yet not one of the lowdeckers underestimated the head guard. They knew him by reputation and experience. Even against five lowdeckers armed with blades that weighed almost as much as a small child, Corbin was hardly outmatched.

Diggory was the last man to enter the lift. The doors slid shut and the operator started taking them back towards the surface. Diggory turned slowly and faced the man.

“Do I know you?” he asked.

“No, sir,” the operator answered. “I’ve only had the job for a week now.”

“What happened to your predecessor?” Diggory inquired as he took a step closer to the man.

“He was killed, sir,” the operator replied. “The Battle of Veber Listd. Took one of those particle barbs to the throat. Tore his head clear off.”

“Like this?” Diggory asked and slashed out with his short blade. The operator’s head fell to the floor, his body spurting blood high into the air before it too collapsed. Diggory gave it a nudge with his foot then looked at Stolt. “We can’t afford loose ends anymore, can we?”

“Tell your men to put away their blades,” Corbin said as he ignored the bloody corpse and kept his focus on Diggory. “Nonnegotiable.”

“Nonnegotiable?” Diggory laughed. “Everything is negotiable, Mr. Breach. Or do I call you Head of the Royal Guard? Do you even have an official title?”

“Don’t need one,” Corbin replied. “You know who I am and that’s all that matters.”

“I suppose so,” Diggory agreed. “I suppose so.” He looked at Stolt and grinned. “I hear you have an offer for me?”

“I do,” Stolt nodded. “Direct from the master himself.”

“Oooh-la-la!” Diggory laughed and his men laughed with them. He waved at them and they sheathed their swords. “What is this offer direct from the master himself?”

“The lower decks,” Stolt said. “They will be yours to run, as if you were a steward, sector warden, and deck boss rolled into one. The lower decks will be officially their own region and you get to be in charge. Under control of the master, of course.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.