The Lost Princess by K.A. Bledsoe (The Kelton Cases #1)
English | 2019 |Sci / Fi | ePUB | 459 Kb
The Lost Princess : Ex-mercenary Lenore Kelton can take care of herself in any dangerous situation. But when the danger involves her family, she begins to wonder if traveling around the galaxy taking odd jobs is the best career choice. Though her husband, Diarmin, seems content to tinker with his machines, their son Quinn, already a master-of-disguise, wants more challenging responsibilities. Their current case, found by computer genius daughter, Allison, sounds harmless enough. The mission is to find a long-lost princess and her companion before the current prince takes the throne. But during the search, the Kelton family find themselves involved in kidnapping, theft, planetary politics, assassinations, and entangled with a powerful, galaxy-wide slave organization.
“Oh, oops.” She turned toward the screen, the game tether keeping her in place. With a twitch of her wrist, she used her controller to change from bow and arrows to a sword. The image of Allison, now in full armor, was seen from behind with the ogre staring menacingly as if he could see into the lounge. Allison wielded the control as if it were the sword on the screen and engaged the monster.
“Why are you playing instead of working on the bridge?” Diarmin pushed off and floated across the lounge to grab the VR helmet before it drifted away.
“Mom already checked in,” she said, attention still on the game. “And you know how Mom is. No matter what happens, it will be exactly four hours before she checks in again.” Duck, jab, block.
“And if there is an emergency?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?” She swung her arm and the ogre roared. Blood spattered across the screen and background, but both were still fighting. “Besides you know the systems are designed…” Stab. “to override…” Parry. “oof…and inform of emergencies.”
“Alli.” Diarmin sighed, losing patience, but didn’t speak as he saw the ogre bring his club down heavily. Diarmin winced as the image of his daughter crumpled. He knew it wasn’t real, but it still was difficult to see.
“Well, that’ll do it,” said Allison as the character on the screen let out a roar, shaking the club over its head. “Game over. I am getting closer to defeating that ogre, though.”