Velocity Weapon (The Protectorate Book 1) by Megan E. O’Keefe
English | 2019 | Sci / Fi | ePUB | 2.8 Mb
Velocity Weapon : Sanda and Biran Greeve were siblings destined for greatness. A high-flying sergeant, Sanda has the skills to take down any enemy combatant. Biran is a savvy politician who aims to use his new political position to prevent conflict from escalating to total destruction.
However, on a routine maneuver, Sanda loses consciousness when her gunship is blown out of the sky. Instead of finding herself in friendly hands, she awakens 230 years later on a deserted enemy warship controlled by an AI who calls himself Bero. The war is lost. The star system is dead. Ada Prime and its rival Icarion have wiped each other from the universe.
Now, separated by time and space, Sanda and Biran must fight to put things right.
“This is AI-Class Cruiser Bravo-India-Six-One-Mike.”
AI-Class? A smartship? Sanda suppressed a grin, knowing the ship could see her. Smartships were outside Ada Prime’s tech range, but she’d studied them inside and out during training. While they were brighter than humans across the board, they still had human follies. Could still be lied to. Charmed, even.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Cruiser. My name’s Sanda Greeve.”
“I am called The Light of Berossus,” the voice said.
Of course he was. Damned Icarions never stuck to simple call signs. They always had to posh things up by naming their ships after ancient scientists. She nodded, trying to keep an easy smile on while she glanced sideways at the door. Could the ship’s crew hear her? They hadn’t heard her yelling earlier, but they might notice their ship talking to someone new.
“That’s quite the mouthful for friendly conversation.”
“Bero is an acceptable alternative.”
“You got it, Bero. Say, could you do me a favor? How many souls on board at the present?”
Her grip tightened on the IV stand, and she looked around for any other item she could use as a weapon. This was a smartship. Surely they wouldn’t allow the crew handblasters for fear of poking holes in their pretty ship. All she needed was a bottleneck, a place to hunker down and wait until Ada Prime caught her squawk and figured out what was up.
“One soul on board,” Bero said.
“What? That can’t be right.”