He's also owned businesses in the design, printing, collectible and custom computer fields. He completed writing his first novel in the fantasy adventure genre at the age of fifteen and has been writing ever since. He self published his first novel; Fate Cycle: Sins of the Past in and after taking a break has begun to release his work again starting with the First Light Chronicles series. Randolph Lalonde has sold nearly one hundred thousand eBooks to date, enough to keep writing full time.
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Average Review. Write a Review. Related Searches. Cool Pursuit: Chaos Core Book 2. Spin and her companions continue to elude their pursuers. Escaped slaves, they are hunted by Escaped slaves, they are hunted by law, irate masters, and hunters. I don't want to catch up with Laura after she's had sixty years to remarry. Especially if only a month has passed in this overgrown pod. Yeah, with my luck I'd have a hundred grand nieces and nephews to babysit, Oz shook his head and started making some calculations.
There's no reason why the wormhole generator shouldn't work. He looked at the status display in front of him.
With the artificial intelligence deactivated the readings were showing the correct values. Half the particle emitters were inoperable, their power reserves were down to eighteen percent, but all the other systems were fine. He brought up a holographic navigational chart. I'm going to find a nice place for us to wait for a pick up. Oz looked through a list of worlds, all marked with an estimated arrival time based on worm hole compression and the thrust generated by their engines against the mass of the ship.
It's governed by the Carthans so Freeground has no connections there but they have nothing against us either.
Jason looked over to his holodisplay. Looks nice enough, lots of tropical islands, calm climate, big cities. Sounds like a nice place to wait. Oh, and they're marked as enemy territory by Regent Galactic, perfect. The capitol is Damshir, it covers one of the largest islands. It's as close as we can get to our rendezvous point with the power we have left. You know, it'll take them a while to get our message, and that's if they're still in the same area.
I know, let's just hope someone passes the word if they happen to go in the other direction. Otherwise we'll end up trading for parts and searching for them with nothing but this bucket.
You have a point, friends or not, you take up a lot of space in a ship this size. Good thing I'm not claustrophobic, Jason grinned wryly.
Good thing, Oz agreed as he started plotting the course. Looks like it'll take us at least four days to get to Pandem. Bridge operations were something that had frightened Agameg Price at first. When something big happened on the Triton it was like watching ripples in a pond emanate from the outside in. The waves all converged on the center, which was either the Flight Control Centre or the Main Bridge and when a major decision had to be made it often came straight to the command chair.
That kind of pressure was completely new to Agameg, regardless, the Captain had enough confidence in him to give him the first shift in the command seat after taking the Triton , and if anyone asked, Price would tell them that he was just as jittery and lost as anyone else. He didn't know what kind of quality he exuded that made the Captain believe in him to the extent that he would be left to oversee all the department heads, major occurrences and moment to moment executive decisions that had to be made until the Captain himself or the First Officer could assume command.
None of that mattered. Alice had started placing him in the command seat during her shifts when she would retire to the ready room office or step off the bridge for a few moments. He was getting used to it, and had only recently realized that she had begun to unofficially treat him as her second in command. He was in charge of tactical officially, and while she was on the bridge he and Alice got along very well. Many quiet conversations about their past experiences in space had taken place over the weeks of training, and there was a deep simpatico forming between them.
The rest of the bridge crew were getting accustomed to each other as well. Chemistry was important, and through no obvious intent the night shift was mostly crewed by non-humans. A nafalli was the head pilot, there was another on the engineering desk and all told there were five issyrians on the bridge.
No one thought it was a prejudiced method of operations, in fact, it was comforting having so many people on duty on the command deck that shared an immediate commonality. At first he had the same problems with command that he had always had. Telling people what to do, how to do it was not something he was comfortable with. Panloo, the night helmswoman and a tall, motherly nafalli was the first to tell him that it was his job, it was all right for him to give her orders. His second in command at tactical; Oilimae, was quite used to taking his orders, so there was no problem there, and over the time the crew spent on training and forming ship routines he had a long time to get used to the fit of the command chair.
Not much happened outside of testing systems as they came online or running drills and simulations so he had a great deal of time to learn. The detail and scope of his investigations into the workings of the various systems on board the ship were beyond the scope of what Alice or anyone else demanded or expected. He never ran out of things to investigate, to learn from the Triton.
It was a ship with history, personality and advanced, interesting systems. When Stephanie cleared him to view the growing pile of personnel files that had been generated by the new Intelligence Department he had discovered a fresh dilemma.