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Contents
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Prologue
Three Years Later
Chapter 1
Nine Months Later
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Epilogue
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Frontierâs Reach
Robert C. James
Prologue
UECS Raptor
Three years. Forty million dead. Unparalleled destruction. Who knew one of the most catastrophic wars mankind had ever waged would end on the backdrop of such beauty?
The colors of the great nebula mesmerized Lieutenant Jason Cassidy as he walked onto the command deck of the UECS Raptor. Its official designation was Nebula TPA-338. Hardly a fitting name for something of such artistry. The blues, greens, yellows, and reds of the gaseous phenomenon created a spectacular display revealing just what the universe offered beyond the small blue jewel of Earth.
âAre you just going to stand there?â
Jason snapped out of his trance-like state at the deep voice of the Raptorâs Chief-of-the-Boat, Chief Lin, who stepped through the hatchway beside him.
âYou better get to the helm, sir,â Lin said to him with a wry grin.
Jason shared a smile with the chief then walked along the circular upper deck of the Raptorâs command center to take a seat at his station. To his left, the Raptorâs navigator, Lieutenant Christian Nash, looked at him expectantly.
âYou took your time,â he said. âI donât often beat you up here.â
Jason opened his mouth to say something, but Nash beat him to the punch.
âNot Ensign Robinson again?â
Jason tried to hide his smirk. âWellââ
âI knew it! You couldnât help yourself, could you?â Nash could read Jason like a book. Always had. The pair went to the academy together and graduated just as the Earth-Centauri War began. Theyâd risen through the ranks and become the best of friends.
âSheâs nice.â While Jason saw nothing long-lasting coming out of the relationship, they were a comfort for each other in a dark time.
âShe also has a fiancĂ© back on Cerberus,â Nash pointed out.
âYou know what they say about different ZIP codes?â
His friend chuckled as Commander Riggs broke up their childish conversation.
âLieutenant Nash, how long until weâre within weapons range?â the Raptorâs first officer asked from the pit, below the upper level of the command deck.
âFour minutes, Commander,â he replied.
âAnd whatâs their ETA to the outer edge of the nebula?â
âTwelve minutes. Weâll reach them well before they can enter it.â
Jason checked his monitor at the ship they were pursuing. A Foulke-Class freighter. Itâs designation: SS Bombay. While a fairly standard craft, the Bombay wasnât just any ship. It represented the end of a conflict. When the Earth-Centauri War officially ended five months earlier, a task force was put together to hunt down the remaining civilian and military leaders of the Centauri Rebellion. The Raptor had been tasked with spearheading the mission. So, while the bulk of the forceâs servicemen and women were given the reprieve they deserved, the war continued on for Jason and the rest of the crew.
Five hundred rebels were tracked down in the months since the surrender. But one had been most elusive. Doctor Benjamin Tyrell was a minor player in the rebellion war effort, but one deemed extremely dangerous with orders to kill on sight. Jason often wondered what the man had done that didnât justify bringing him to trial. Tyrellâs official file had been sealed tight. None but those at the very top of the United Earth Commonwealth and the Defense Force knew his true story.
âLieutenant Ortega, when weâre within range I want a firing solution on the Bombay.â
The steely gaze of the Raptorâs CO, Captain Pizzeri, connected with the shipâs combat officer from the pit. Lieutenant David Ortega nodded at the âold manâ.
âSir, the Bombay is attempting to open a commlink,â came the voice of Ensign Kennebeck from the communications station on the opposite side of the command deck.
âBlock the link,â Riggs said to her. Along with a prompt destruction order, under no circumstances were there to be any communications.
âCommlink blocked.â
âTwo minutes until weapons range,â Ortega noted.
âSo, what are you going to do with your furlough when we get back home?â Nash whispered to Jason.
That remained a question Jason was yet to answer. He didnât know where home was anymore.
âPerhaps you could take Ensign Robinson to Lake Osiris on Cerberus. I think thatâs where her fiancĂ© proposed to her.â
âHa-ha.â Jason rolled his eyes, returning his attention to his monitor where a new bogey appeared on the scanners.
âSir!â Ortega bellowed, seeing the new blip first. âThe Bombay has launched a torpedo. Itâs armed with a tritonium warhead!â
Jason didnât wait for the captainâs order. He slowed the forward trajectory of the Raptor and turned hard to port, showing the destroyerâs well-shielded underbelly to take the brunt of the blast. The maneuver churned the bottom of his stomach, even with the artificial gravity masking the worst of the g-forces.
Then the torpedo exploded.
White light filled the command deck as the warhead detonated before them. The blast threw the Raptor off its axis and sent
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