Architects of Memory by Karen Osborne (The Memory War Series, Book 1)
English | 2020 | Sci – Fi | ePUB | 4.2 MB
Millions died after the first contact. An alien weapon holds the key to redemption-or annihilation. Experience Karen Osborne’s unforgettable science fiction debut, Architects of Memory.
Terminally ill salvage pilot Ash Jackson lost everything in the war with the alien Vai, but she’ll be damned if she loses her future. Her plan: to buy, beg, or lie her way out of corporate indenture and find a cure. When her crew salvages a genocidal weapon from a ravaged starship above a dead colony, Ash uncovers a conspiracy of corporate intrigue and betrayal that threatens to turn her into a living weapon.
Ashlan Jackson slammed her retrieval pod into an abrupt standstill. She stared into the rictus grin of the dead warship’s open belly, not breathing, as a piece of live Vai ordnance passed within an inch of her pod’s forward camera, twinkling in the light of the Tribulation star.
Predictably, the commlink flared to life.
“Ash. Holy crap.” She expected her captain Kate Keller’s familiar, wry tones, not Leonard Downey’s worried pitch and gravel. The presence of the engineer on the other side of the comm did nothing to make her feel calmer. Keller would understand her mistake, but Len might investigate. Ask questions. Damn. “What the hell are you doing to my pod down there?”
Ash gulped down stale, end-of-shift air and keyed the button to respond. “The pod’s fine. I’m fine, too. Thanks for asking.” She winced as she lied. “I just miscalculated the approach vector to London. Had a near miss with something live. I think it was Vai, but I’m not getting a good read on it from here.”
“It’s not like you to miscalculate.”
Ash sighed. “Forgot my coffee this morning.”
“Coffee’s important. Nat says…” Len’s voice crackled through the comm. “Nat says it looks like a zapper and that she can defuse it. It’s on the Christmas list, so if you can snag it, we’ll all get a nice bonus.”
Ash felt a headache flare to life as she switched the view on her camera. The alien bomb peeled away from her pod, blinking merrily. “I like my head right where it is, Len, not five hundred klicks away and on fire.”
“You’ll be fine. Zappers aren’t molecular. They’re kinetic. You won’t evaporate. They’ll only blow you up if they hit a plasteel hull.”
“My pod has a plasteel hull.”
Len paused. “You’ll be fine. Snag it with the net and Natalie will meet you in the cargo bay, do her thing, and we’ll all be that much closer to citizenship.”