In this first novel of the Destiny Series, Alex and Barbara, by order of the Scienta High Council, are contacted by Second Senior Council Cretall. They are taken from Earth and delivered to the waiting Alliance Flagship DSR Perella, and taken to Peraxa Major, Alliance Capitol Planet. Here, and aboard the Perella, they are medically enhanced. Then taken through complex training regiments, preparing them for the impossibility they must soon accomplish.
Excerpt from Chapter One: The Directive
“Good afternoon, Admiral,” men and women said as they passed. Neemah politely acknowledged each, calling many by rank, most by name.
They twisted through winding corridors, into deck lifts and through ships compartments. To his surprise, Alex could quite easily recall their exact route. Two armed security officers snapped to attention as they approached a secured portal. One of the men stepped in front of the closed doorway, blocking their path.
“Admiral, Sir,” the guard sounded off looking directly into Neemah’s eyes. He quickly glanced at Alex, and then back at Neemah.
“On my authority Sergeant, meet Lieutenant Stevens, and step aside. You are to remember the Lieutenant the next time you see him. And flag the surveillance photo for other shifts. He will not be challenged again. Am I clear?”
“Yes Sir,” the guards said in unison, clearing a path for them to pass. Neemah waived his hand over the keypad, and the portal opened. The guards stood motionless as they entered, and the door closed behind them.
Alex stood in jaw dropping silence, mesmerized by sight of the sleek, pale blue Battle-Pod sitting no more than fifteen feet in front of him. And then a gruff, intemperate voice bent around the lustrous pod.
“Lamp-2, is that you? You come to bitch, gloat or admire, Admiral?” Neemah’s face softened and relaxed into a broad grin.
“Tinker, you crusty old asteroid. Drag your sorry booster out here where a decent man can get a look at you.”
“Decent, you say? Then you must not be alone.” Neemah fired an uncharacteristically animated look at Alex, a side of the stoic military man few are fortunate enough to witness.
Tinker, as the Admiral called him, came into sight, travelling slowly around the front of the magnificent pod, his movement stiff and cadenced. He stopped, staring unbelieving at Alex, raised his hand and shook a finger.
Alex stared awkwardly back at him. From just below the left shoulder it reminded him of the large, multi-jointed arm hanging from the shelf in the surgical suite. Judging from the man’s jerky movement, one or both legs may be similarly fitted.
“I knew it,” Tinker yelped. “And just who the fargle is this, Neemah? You’re not gonna get my rocks roasted over this little pile of shizzle, are ya?”
“Relax, Tink. This is the pilot, Alex Stevens,” Neemah said, taking Alex by the shoulder. “Alex, meet lieutenant Colonel Reinby Tolstram.”
“Former Lieutenant Colonel,” he scolded. “My friends call me Tinker. But I don’t know you, so best just keep your yap shut.” Alex’s head snapped toward Neemah, wide eyed and with an open mouth.
“Now be civil, Tink,” Neemah said. “Well, say hello to the man, Alex.”
“Ahh, very pleased to meet you, Mister Tinker,” Alex said timidly. He looked up at Neemah, mouthing a single word, “Pilot?”
“Yes, Alex. I will explain later.”
“Nemah, you didn’t bring one of them puberty filled booster busters to see me, now did you? And loose the mister, fella’. It’s just Tinker, or Tink, if you’re really feelin’ friendly.” Neemah looked down at Alex and smiled.
“I think you and Tink are going to get along just fine, don’t you?”
“So, you’re the unlucky bastard that gets to fly this space crate, huh? And all this time I thought Neemah’s the only one crazy enough to climb into these custom coffins. Guess the Doc’s been fiddlin’ with you too, huh son? So what brings you down to my little slice of insanity anyway, Neemah?”
“Well, Tink. When I heard that Professor Rydell brought you here to finish the Model-X, I had to see for myself, old friend. And, I wanted to introduce Alex to both you, and the Pod.”
“Well sure he brought me in for the job. Who else is going to breathe life into his hair brained ideas? You know, the man couldn’t get a turbo flush to work without me.” Tink raised his mechanical arm and began spinning the hand at the wrist, laughing wildly.
“You just love showing that thing off, don’t you?” Neemah said.
“Aww, hell Neemah. You know that every mechanic in the fleet would give his left burner for a fine tool like this. Besides, it’s great for mixing drinks. Or don’t you remember?”
“Please, don’t remind me. I was on an aspirin diet for two days.”
“Yeah, but we sure had fun, didn’t we partner? Those were the days.”
“That we did, old friend. That we did. Well, Tink, I just wanted to stop by and introduce Alex. We really must be going now. We will be seeing you soon, okay?”
This novel is complete at about 90,000 words, and seeking representation.