Here we go with Act Three of my first MAJOR novel that I self-published a few years ago! I’ll be posting the whole work here with links to where you can find the novel on sale, to read completely, and author pages to check out all the other work I have available out there! Feel free to support the cause! Or just enjoy all the free reads I’m giving you. No worries. No hate. Just continue coming back and reading my work! I am Timothy Scott Purvis and THIS is Story Time With Tim!
Red Star Sheriff is a work inspired by several sources. First off, it is a sort of light homage to the Dark Tower series written by Stephen King. It doesn’t go overboard with the inferences, but the travails of a lead character who isn’t very emotional overall lends the weight to a protagonist who will go out of her way to get the job done. Secondly, this work was initially inspired by the video game series, Wild Arms. I had once considered this sort of an anime’ in literary form. A high octane lead character driven to become the best gunslinger in the solar system. Third, and definitely not least, I drew significant inspiration for overarching details from the show Westworld.
Many elements came together to make this work what it is. It is a long story coming in at just under 190 thousand words in total. Yet, it is a quick read, if I do say so myself with a lot of intense action and interesting characters. I’ll post links below for where to find this novel in its complete form so feel free to support the cause and check them out. I will also include links for prior chapters and postings throughout this venture so that it will be easy to keep pace of where the story has been so that the reader can keep up with the story.
Anyhow, Aidele Wilson is the lead protagonist. Her father was murdered so the story starts out with a quest for revenge. Then, a journal he’d written becomes the focus of a fast paced journey across the Wastelands trying to evade Union soldiers who want the journal for what lies within its pages: key technology specs that will alter the balance of power in all of the colonies.
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ACT ONE
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RED STAR SHERIFF: ACT THREE: CHAPTER NINETEEN~THE STORM~ PART ONE
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PRESIDENT ELDRIDGE LEE stood stoically, his image shimmering in the air like a little blue alien with his hands clasped behind his back. Though the projection was tiny upon the holotable, Berricks knew the man was six-foot-five in life. He was also young. Well, younger than Sam anyhow. At fifty-five, Lee was one of the youngest presidents the Union had ever had. And he cut one of the most imposing figures. So tight one would swear he was made of granite.
The dark-skinned man came from a long line of war heroes and leaders and was a person who didn’t broker with failure. Sam tried to still his quavering leg under his duster. Strangely, he wasn’t sure if his leg was shaking due to a muscle spasm, or his nervousness in delivering any news that might anger Lee.
“Mr. President, if we were only given a few more months, I’m certain I could turn it around,” Sam swallowed hard.
President Lee’s countenance was carefully measured. “I’ve granted you free run in your operations for the better part of the last year, general. Giving you time to locate your daughter, to give Sonoros’ plan another shot, to manipulate the Chuhukon Council into declaring martial law. All of it has been a failure, has it not?”
Sam could hardly reply. He slowly nodded instead and muttered, “Unfortunately.”
“Then it is time to move on. Your mission wasn’t a total loss, of course. Not even a waste of resources. In fact, the data you’ve sent back gives us quite the insight into Martian activities. The Council is useless. Insisting every last voice is heard before taking any sort of action. A man could be murdered right in their governmental headquarters and still they would fail to act.” There was a slight pause from the man, and a subtle smile. Then he continued, “They’ve grown apathetic particularly in regards to their shipping industry. It’s drying up. Their resources are dwindling, and their defense forces highly predictable. Mars is ripe for conquering.”
“I still haven’t acquired the prototype engine,” Sam said.
“As wonderful as it would be to have such technology at our disposal, it isn’t relevant for our current needs. Once Mars is back in our control, we’ll have all the time we need to track the technology down. In the interim, prepare for the First and Second fleets to join your mission. Recall the Eighth to your position. If you accomplish the task I’ve just given you, the Chuhukons will be so preoccupied with you and the Invicta they’ll never be ready for the main assault.”
A slight echo from the artifice of the projection broke the near silence of the room. There was an unsettling nausea in Sam’s gut. “How long, sir?”
“Eight hours at the most. Upon the fleets’ arrival, you will oversee the advance.”
“Sir, I—”
President Lee raised one hand, his voice booming deeply throughout the war room. “No more pleading, general. It doesn’t suit you. You have your orders. Carry them out.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. President.”
The projection of President Lee vanished leaving Sam alone. He stared vacantly at where Lee had been. How long he stood like that, he wasn’t sure. He was hardly aware of the starcraft scuttling across the Martian atmosphere beyond the viewport. In just under five hours, the Invicta would be directly overhead Aquila Mons. That fact caused a shudder to go up his spine. His orders were orders he was in no hurry to implement. However, the First and Second fleets were on their way and there was no time left for negotiation. Gawddamned Council… Fucking huuks… All they had to do was go for it. But, no, they’d rather let the domains fend for themselves. Idiots. Where the hell is Nielson?
“Sir,” the comm buzzed.
“What is it?” he huffed.
“There’s a communique from Lieutenant Nielson.”
“‘Bout fucking time. Put him through.” The intercom cut out as a female figure with dark skin materialized over the war table. He chuckled despite himself. “You ain’ Nielson. If I’m talkin’ to you, Lynch, guess that means Nielson’s dead. Unless he just let you borrow his ID chit.”
The voice that replied was heavy in drawl and distorted by the metallic sound of distance. Still clear, but very artificial.
“Oh no, he’s quite dead, Berricks.”
Sam smiled and walked a circle around the image, the figure represented there twisting in place and following his motion as if it were an army man being controlled by some eager child. “Murderin’ a Union lieutenant was a poor choice. Bound to be serious consequences. You turnin’ yourself in? I might see it in my heart to go easy on you.”
“Ah’ve actually came to bargain wit’ ya, Berricks.” Lynch offered up a grin which he deplored. His own smile waned.
“Not much for bargaining, Lynch. ‘Sides, what would you have to offer me?”
Lynch reached offscreen and pulled somebody into view. Berricks stopped and stared in disbelief. It was Durante Weiss, cuffed and looking none too happy about it. It was almost too good to be true. This made him immediately suspicious.
“Amusing. But what makes you think I give a rat’s ass about him anymore? Last I checked, you tore off without payment and I said to hell with the little bastard.”
Lynch reached into the inner pocket of her short coat and pulled out a book. The journal he’d been after all these months. A sense of relief washed over him followed immediately by those inner alarms that screamed at a person when something was terribly amiss. He furrowed his brows as Lynch began to deliver a short soliloquy. Or tried to.
“Ya hired me ta find the journal—”
“Mr. Berricks, I’m sorry! I tried—” Weiss received a sharp slap behind the head and he went quiet.
“As ah was sayin’, ya had me runnin’ up’n down the Wastelands lookin’ fer Weiss’n this book fer weeks now,” she continued. “Then tried ta git me kilt! That gawddamned Nielson fuck threatened mah kids’n forced me’n mine ta play guinea pig wit’ Wilson at those labs! Well, we managed ta git this book’n Weiss during that damnable assault where yer boys brought the whole damned place down destroyin’ themselves, Wilson, an’ that k’ntramptyun ya was after in one fell swoop! Lucky fer us, while tryin’ ta dig our way out, we ran inta Captain Pussy here! Brought him ta Aquila Mons tryin’ ta figure out how ta contact you ta call off yer dog, when said dog waylaid us tryin’ ta claim the bounty fer hisself! An’ guess what Mr. Weiss here offered up afta a little persuasion?”
She opened the journal up to its back several pages and gave a feral grin holding it up towards Sam. Sam scowled inwardly. The diagrams were of the gravitic core. He hated her face. And hated how she talked. All of them. The Wastelands were a hive of inbred savages who barely understood language. “Why, ah believe that there’s what yer afta! Right? What’s it called, boy!?”
Weiss said something low and nearly inaudible, but Sam understood what he’d said already, verifying the authenticity of the journal. She backhanded him hard enough to send him sprawling backwards. He struggled back up to his knees, his lip gushing blood, his eye blackening. He looked up to her scowling visage in some sort of horrified surprise. She growled down at him, snarling in her anger. “What was that!?”
“Gravitic Core!”
Sam rubbed his chin. Those alarms were singing ever louder. Everything looked legitimate. But he trusted these people about as far as he could toss the Invicta and wasn’t willing to take unnecessary chances.
“And what are you wantin’ in return, Lynch?”
She thrust a finger towards him. “Ah want ya ta leave me’n mah family alone! Call off whoever gots mah kids hostage! Using them as leverage was a low act’n ah done tore Nielson apart when ah got the chance ova it! We done did all you asked us ta do!” Not exactly, Sam considered. But let her rage on nonetheless. “Now, our pact is done! Ah got yer Weiss’n yer gawddamn journal! We’re squared away’n ah want ya outta our lives!” A reasonable demand. Too reasonable. “Now, d’ya want him’n this? Or do ah jus’ hand ‘em right on ova ta the huuk Council!?”
Could this really be falling right into his lap? Right when the fleets were on their way and the mission was nearly at its end? Just flopped right down on his desk sparing them all the need to go searching across the planet for whoever held possession over the literature? He was silent for a long moment mulling it over, then dropped his hand from his chin to cross his arms over his chest. “Alright, Lynch. Where you thinking for the exchange?”
“Bay twelve of the Aquilan Mons Transportation Network. We’ll do the exchange there.”
Sam shook his head. “Nothin’ doin’, Lynch. Too public. We’ll make the exchange at Gülsen’s Point south of Aquila Prime. Be there in an hour or don’t be there at all. In which case, run and hide in some dirty little cavern away from everything and everyone and stay there until the apocalypse has finished with what’s left of your society. Computer, cut comms.”
Lynch disappeared with a protest on her lips and Sam turned to leave the chambers muttering to himself. He walked down the ramp from the war room and onto the bridge where he crossed to the center of the command platform. He cleared his throat.
“Gunnery station, bring the starboard cannons online.”
“Sir?”
“You have a problem with your hearing, lieutenant?” Sam affixed the young man at the console across from him with a steely gaze.
The young man stammered. “Y, yes, sir! I, I mean, no, sir! Right away, sir!”
A thrum reverberated all throughout the bridge and Sam knew it could be felt all across the ship as well. After a moment, the lieutenant turned around to face him once more.
“Cannons warming, general. Estimated time to full charge of compliment, twenty minutes.”
“Excellent. Once they reach full charge, keep them on standby. Input targeting coordinates for Aquila Mons.” The whole bridge went quiet and stared at him in horror. “You heard me.”
“Uh… yes… yes, sir…” the lieutenant responded and hesitantly went to work establishing the correct coordinates.
Sam stood quietly as the bridge crew waited anxiously. He understood how they felt. The last thing he wanted to do was wipe out Aquila Mons (or any of the cities for that matter). He didn’t like Mars, but he wasn’t eager to destroy it either. He just wanted to go back to his plantation. Lee, however, had been specific, this was to be the opening salvo. Cutting off the heads of government and the defense forces before they were even aware of what was happening. However, his interaction with Lynch was heavy in his thoughts. If Lynch is honest about that book… it could prove useful. Ignoring this chance could be dangerous. Especially if we’re about to level the city. To lose it now when we’re so close… What if this is our only chance to acquire this technology? Those designs… those designs were the real deal. Not some hastily thrown together nonsense. Weiss as much as validated it. That was Wilson’s journal. Who knows how prepared the outer colonies will be once they find out what we’ve done here? Having that journal would be a major boon, an advantage they won’t have, making Lee’s gamble more likely to pay off.
Sam scowled. “Lieutenant Baker.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Hold the target coordinates until we’re overhead Aquila Mons. If I haven’t returned before we’re in range, you’re to level the city once we’re in targeting sight.”
That same silence fell across the bridge. Lieutenant Baker replied hesitantly. “Sir, are… are we really going to destroy Aquila Mons? What about the people? I… I have family there.”
Sam glared at him. “You have a task to fulfill, lieutenant. You don’t get a say in the proceedings.”
“…Yes, sir.”
Sam stared at him for a long moment and then made a decision. “You know what, lieutenant. Send a message to Commander Kyle to report to station. Have him relieve you of duty until after the mission has been completed. Repeat your orders to him and make him understand this isn’t up for negotiation. Do I make myself clear?”
“…Yes, sir, General Berricks.”
“Good. Now, contact shuttle bay nine. Inform the docking crew to prepare my shuttle. I’m heading planetside for a brief spell. Also, get two troopers to meet me at the docks. I don’t care who.”
“Yes, sir.”
Sam turned and left the bridge. Bitch better be on the level on this or I’m goin’ to take my time killin’ her.
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“FUCK MY ASS!” Durante rubbed his face as he hobbled across the holobar station they rented. “What the fuck, Asta!?”
“What? Ya tol’ me ta make it look authentic.”
“Authentic, yes. But not break me in the process!” He took a seat opposite where she stood.
“Aw, poor baby! Didja need momma ta kiss yer boo-boo’n make it all betta?”
Durante gave Asta the dirtiest look he could muster and she gave a hearty laugh.
“I think it worked. I think Berricks bit our bait,” Aidele sighed and smiled. “And you were right about him suggesting Gülsen’s Point, Durante!”
“Yeah. Maybe. Let’s just hope he doesn’t alter the plan any.”
“Whatever happens,” Garret said standing to one side of the round room, “we must be prepared for any eventuality. We have our way in, providing Berricks doesn’t just kill everyone where they stand.”
“I don’t think he will,” Durante nodded towards Garret, his certainty of coming events never stronger. “He’ll want us alive. Now, remember, he might not be able to see you two, but he’s going to be very suspicious of the situation. If we all play it just as we’ve gone over the scenarios, we’ll be on the Invicta by eleven.”
Garret stretched his back, a pop echoing out. “Yes. All the more reason to be extra cautious. You’ve sold it so far, I think. But, like you said, he’s suspicious. We need to be ready to call the operation off on a moment’s notice.”
“That’s why we’ll be targeting the waverider’s weaponry forward and towards the logical landing zone,” Aidele said and looked to Durante. “You’re sure he’ll land in the most central location of the bluff?”
“Absolutely,” Durante replied. “There’s a wall of stone twenty feet tall surrounding the only entrance into the place via Aquila Mons. The other end opens out onto an airlock unto the Tharsis Bulge itself. You’ll all get a real good view of the Martian landscape from there. It all acts as an isolated area that he’ll have total ability to scan from the center. Sensors will be looking for anomalies. His eyes will be scanning for an ambush. It’s essentially a kill zone. For us. And we’re going to use that to our advantage.”
“Not worried about a sudden, certain death should the shields fail?” Aidele twitched a grin.
Durante stifled his own. “The waverider is nerve wracking. However, the shielding network surrounding Aquila Mons has stood for centuries having withstood extrasolar strikes from kilometer wide iron dense asteroids. I’m not worried about the PSN holding.”
“Fair enough,” Aidele gave him a wink.
“So, we’re all agreed,” Drevan leaned forward on the curved couch he was lounging on, “none of us are to take Berricks for granted?”
“Darlin’, there ain’ a gawddamn one o’us gonna take that miserable sumbitch fer granted,” Asta replied, her smile wide despite the nervous trepidation palpable in the room.
“Amen,” Garret nodded.
Aidele crossed her arms and looked from one to another. “Alright. We all ready ta git goin’ then?”
“Yung’un, ah’ve been ready since ah first me the bastard.” Asta grinned.
Each in turn nodded their assent. Aidele sighed, satisfied and eager. “Okay. Then let’s git out there’n see what kinda damage we ken do. Watch yer asses.”
The group all stood and one by one filed out of the holobar.
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AN HOUR LATER, the group stood waiting for Berricks on Gülsen’s Point. As Durante had mentioned, the view of the Martian surface was astounding. A flat plain ran for as far as the eye could see, and was littered with stone of the deepest reds, highlights with patches of cerulean blue. On the very horizon itself, bulges of stone and dirt formed nearly mountainous zones. In the distance, a dust storm brewed up ruddy red sand and threatened to cover wide swaths of the desert plains. Already it was hindering their view of a far away Mons. Which it was, Aidele couldn’t be certain.
The land before them and off the plateau slowly inched down a decline until it dead ended into the Plasmic Shielding Network. In the center, at ground level, was the circular airlock wide enough for a shuttle to enter. It wouldn’t be closed much longer as they saw a ship descending from the skies and leveling off over the surface. Within minutes, a Union shuttle was beyond the outer airlock. It slowly entered through and hovered in the center of the enclosed tunnel as the outer doors closed and the interior pressurization readjusted to the Aquilan atmospherics.
Asta tensed as the shuttle entered, her hand resting on the butt of her revolver. Beside her, Drevan stood with a set jaw. Durante glanced over his shoulder and towards an alcove along the long curving stone wall. There, though he couldn’t see them, awaited Garret and Aidele on the waverider. A nervous anxiety filled him. He was sure the waverider would make orbit, but this would be the first official test of its capabilities in that regard. He didn’t like taking this sort of chance (even though it was all his idea), but he also knew they had no other real options.
Everyone held their breath as the shuttle approached. A minute after exiting the airlock, the vessel lowered to the area directly center of the plateau. Just as Durante had predicted. Dust blew everywhere and they were nearly blinded by said dust and deafened by the whirling engines as the shuttle powered down to a low whine. The shuttle settled on its landing struts and, a minute later, a ramp extended to the ground. Inside, they saw Berricks standing in the center of the cramp confines, his fists braced on his hips, his duster brushed back and revolvers easily accessible. To both sides and behind him were two troopers waiting for his word. They kept looking to him as he stood there for a long moment in that intimidating pose, eyes hidden under the shadow cast by his Grey Lance. But his white whiskers reflected the diffuse lighting dancing all around him.
Like a mustachioed wraith… Durante thought as a chill cascaded up his torso. …Harbinger of death.
After another half minute, Berricks took five long steps and was almost to the end of the ramp. Nobody had yet said anything. To Durante, it looked like it’d already become a standoff. To his sides and behind him, Asta and Drevan stood ready to fight, eyes locked on the tall man before them. Berricks took stock of the immediate environ, his eyes focusing methodically on every detail. Then, casually stared at Asta.
“Well, Lynch, ya got me here. I don’t see any ambush. Course, with you lot, that don’t mean a whole gawddamned lot.” He continued scanning the Point and all its nooks. His gaze fell upon the alcove and hovered there for too long a moment. Durante nearly panicked but managed to force himself not to follow Berricks’ gaze. There was a backup contingency, of course. Well, two. One for if they had to shoot their way out. He hoped desperately that one wouldn’t be implemented. And the other for if Berricks actually took Asta up on her offer. In which case, Aidele would still follow the shuttle up to the Invicta. They’d be down two backup gunslingers, but Durante was confident in Aidele’s competency in gun fighting.
The old general looked back to the group. If he noted anything (and Durante couldn’t see how he could have), he didn’t betray any revelation.
Asta clenched her jaw. “We done did what ya wanted. Now, swear to call off on all us, then Weiss’n the journal’s yers.”
“First, show me the journal.”
Asta pulled the book out of her inner coat pocket and held it forward. “Here it is.”
Berricks jutted his chin towards one of his troops indicating he should go and collect the book. The soldier did and returned it to Berricks, who took it cautiously and flipped through its pages. He didn’t glance up as he spoke.
“You’re awfully quiet, Weiss. Cat got your tongue?”
Durante swallowed, trying to drive down the growing fear in his belly and hoping beyond hope that his bluff would be well received. “I… I’m just sorry, general. I tried to get it back to you. I really did. But I kept getting swept up in… all this craziness!”
Not really a lie, he didn’t suppose.
“Uh huhn,” Berricks grunted prompting Asta to shake her head.
“Awright, yer part o’the deal!”
“An’ don’ try’n betray us. What ya did ta our children tol’ us more’n ‘nuff ‘bout you,” Drevan added pulling his gun and holding it to Durante’s head. Durante tried not to scream. “Or we’ll jus’ do him in now.”
Berricks licked his tongue inside his cheek, a little bulbous bulge visible behind the flesh. He gave the journal to a trooper. “Don’t make threats you have no intention on making good on, Mr. Polk.”
“Ah ain—”
“Get him to his feet and bring him onboard,” Berricks lifted a hand, cutting Drevan off.
Durante looked up and back to see Drevan frowning.
“Nothin’ doin’!” Asta howled drawing Durante’s attention to her. She seemed legitimately angry. “Ah want what we were promised!”
Berricks just glared and spoke evenly. “I never made you no promises, Lynch. Here’s the thing, it’s rational enough to want to be left alone. Demand your children left out of our little dance. However, I still ain’t sold on it just being you three. Now, get Weiss on his feet and onto the shuttle. Once on my ship, I’ll consider giving you your reprieve. I’d suggest, though, giving me your cooperation. Or I’ll just have the boys here cut you all down, take the journal, and call it a day. I’ll give you to the count of—”
“Fine,” Asta relented, holding up her hands.
She and Drevan went to help Durante to his feet and heard Berricks once more. “Wait.”
“Ya said ta—” Asta began, but he ignored her.
“Toss yer pieces.” He glared down at them and they looked like they would argue the point.
One glance at the soldiers, though, and they complied. The soldiers tensed up, their own weapons trained on them. Asta looked to Drevan and together they pulled and tossed their revolvers to the dirt and escorted Durante onboard. Berricks stood aside.
“You can be smart when you want to, Lynch.”
She glared at him prompting a deep smile. Asta turned back towards the interior and Berricks gave one last look around outside, his gaze falling back to the alcove for a moment Durante noted. Then he turned back inside the shuttle as the ramp retracted, the door clicked closed, and the vessel raised up into the air.
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“AH HATE THAT man…” Aidele muttered. Grandfather grunted behind her. “So, so much.”
She turned down the reception on the shields that she’d modulated to hear the conversation (another trick Durante had figured out how to accomplish, turning the shielding into an audio conveyor), every deep, guttural word spoken by Berricks still raw in her head.
“He has definitely gotten meaner since when I last knew him,” Grandfather replied. “Course, he was always mean. And a traitor.”
They saw the shuttle lift off and Aidele thumbed the controls to follow. “Hope the tunnel locks stay open long enough.”
“Stay within forty-feet and it shouldn’t be an issue. Should be enough room in the locking canal, though.”
Aidele nodded and pushed the waverider forward to within close proximity of the shuttle. “Here goes everything.”
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