Dawn of Procyon (Distant Suns) - Softcover

Healy, Mark R.

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1944452567 ISBN 13: 9781944452568

Verlag: Future House Publishing, 2017

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"It's got all the survivalist suspense of The Martian, with the added bonus of aliens to complicate things. There are layers to this science fiction thriller." -Adam Glendon Sidwell, bestselling author

A distant planet. A deadly secret.

Seventeen years after it began, the interstellar war has taken its toll: the inhabitants of Earth are desperate to find a way to defeat the Argoni, a merciless and horrifying alien race.

Light years away from the fighting, mechanic Landry Stanton lives a peaceful, mundane life on the desolate planet Procyon One, and that’s just the way he likes it. But when an unauthorized trip to the other side of the planet leaves him shipwrecked and stranded alongside a hostile alien that wants him dead, Landry discovers a terrifying secret: the Argoni threat is greater than anyone back on Earth imagined.

With his oxygen and water running out, and with no way to warn the United Earth Marines, Landry’s lonely fight for survival becomes a battle for humanity itself.

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Mark has been writing stories for as long as he can remember. In the early days he assembled his own illustrated books with accompanying stories and forced his parents to buy them. Unfortunately this model was not scalable, so in later years he has sought to promote his works to a wider audience.

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Chapter 1

Procyon Standard Date
(PSD) 29-212: 1600 hours

Landry was having a bad day. On a scale of one to ten—one being “the cafeteria ran out of chocolate rolls” and ten being “the world just exploded”—he gave it a thirteen.
And it was about to get worse.
As he crouched behind the boulder, Landry considered his predicament. First, his scout ship had been reduced to nothing but wreckage. It was now strewn across the rocky, desolate wasteland of the inhospitable planet upon which he squatted in his EVA suit. That in itself would be enough to qualify this as a very bad day—but that wasn’t the end of it.
Second, the oxygen supply that was feeding his suit was rapidly dwindling. At this rate, he would suffocate in his own stinking breath within the hour, even if the PSA system in his backpack continued to separate the CO2 from the mix. The glowing numerals on his head-up display for O2 levels were fluctuating between six and seven percent, but as he watched, he saw the seven flicker and turn into a three, then go back to six. Either the gauge or the HUD itself had been damaged during the crash landing, and he wasn’t sure he could trust either.
Third, and perhaps this was the most terrifying reason of all, he was about to face off against a hostile alien creature that was almost twice his size. He could see the ugly critter now, sniffing about the rear portion of the scout ship that had broken off and landed among the boulders down the slope. The smoking white hull was striking amid the coppery hues of the landscape, easy to spot from a distance. The alien itself, bulky and chitinous, looked more or less at home in this world, even though it was not indigenous to the planet. Its body was like a wedge of volcanic rock, or perhaps the misshapen stump of a burnt tree, gnarled and mottled black and crimson. Its outer skin—if you could call it that—was coarse and uneven like sandpaper.
And it stood between Landry and his only way of contacting home.
Home, out here on planet Proc-One, was an outpost almost 300 clicks away from the crash site. It was certainly too far to walk, given Landry’s oxygen supply. That was why he needed to dig through the smoldering wreckage. The antenna, located in the comms module on the rear of the ship was his last hope. If he could somehow wire it up to the computer in the scout’s cockpit, in the portion of wreckage Landry had occupied when the ship had broken in two, there was a faint—no, ridiculously miniscule—shred of hope that he might get out of this alive.
As he watched, the alien moved, shuffling along the edge of the scout. It probed at the hull of the ship, then ripped open a panel on its side with fingers like granite. Leaning down, it briefly inspected the innards of the panel, then moved on.
Landry moved to keep it within view, adjusting his position behind the boulder as he tried to figure out how he was going to take the creature down.
He’d never seen one of the Argoni up close, he realized, at least not in the flesh. In fact, few people had. He’d watched some cyber-reels released by the war department, read a few online fact sheets, but that was it. The war with the species known as Xeno-Gliese-412-01—more commonly referred to as the Argoni or derisively as “Toads”—had begun almost twenty years ago, but in that time the aliens had managed to mask most aspects of their tech and their biology. Like most of humanity, Landry was largely in the dark about the nature of man’s greatest enemy.
Now he watched the thing’s movements worriedly, realizing that those cyber-reels hadn’t come close to accurately portraying the raw power that these creatures possessed. Landry’s stomach turned at the thought of what would happen if it spotted him cowering behind the rocks. One swing of those powerful limbs would pulverize his bones beneath the EVA suit, turning his innards to mush. And it wasn’t just the size of the thing that had him concerned. As it ducked to look inside another exposed panel of the ship, the Argoni bent and straightened with a gracefulness that belied its size, like a heavyweight boxer who specialized in ballet. It obviously possessed agility to go along with its strength, a potent mix.
What are you looking for, you ugly critter? Landry wondered. What do you want with my ship?
An odd thought came to Landry. The scout had been hit by something when it broke in two, some sort of Argoni artillery, a booby trap that had been left amid the terrain, Landry had guessed. But he realized that might not have been the case.
Where exactly had this Toad come from? There had been no Argoni activity reported on Proc-One in the last week. The last base had been wiped out by the Marines stationed at the outpost, and there had been no new Toad warships detected in the system since.
Perhaps the Argoni had been aboard a long-range surveillance craft that had struck the scout, Landry thought. A mid-air collision. If that was the case, and the Argoni’s ship had gone down as well, it would be in the same predicament as Landry. Could it be that they were both marooned in the middle of nowhere with no way of getting home?
Is that thing poring over my scout so it can salvage parts?
Landry mulled that over. It made no sense, he decided. From what little he knew about Toad tech, it was evident that there were no similarities to human tech. Salvaging parts would be a waste of time.
The Toad reached the comms panel and made a vicious swipe with a short, bony blade on the end of its arm, then it began to lever the entire comms module outward.
Landry knew the design of the ship. He knew the antenna was located in that module.
Son of a . . .
Landry got to his feet. He had no plan, no inkling of how to stop that thing from stealing the antenna, his only chance of survival, but he knew he had to do something. His ragged breath threw ephemeral patches of fog across the inside of his helmet, obscuring his vision, and despite the panic that sent his pulse galloping, he forced himself to take smaller gulps of air.
I need to actually see the thing in order to take it down, he thought wryly. That would definitely help.
The O2 dropped to five percent, then down to one, and jumped back up to seven.
Landry scowled. Make up your mind—
There was a cracking, wrenching sound, and Landry raised his head again. He saw the Argoni lift the comms panel clear of the scout’s fuselage, hefting the chunk of metal as if it were lightweight plastic.
With that done, it turned back up the slope.
It looked right at Landry.
A chill went down his spine, and a fresh batch of sweat stained his arms and torso inside the EVA suit. The thing was fearsome, even at a distance of twenty paces. It was vaguely humanoid in shape, with two arms and two legs, but that was where the resemblance ended. In truth, it looked more like a cluster of rocks that had been glued together in the shape of a biped than an actual human.
The chitinous outer coating extended up its neck and across its face, like ridges of blackened, lumpy bone. From within stared eyes the color of ink, and around them Landry could see the softer flesh of its face, its reptilian skin, and a thick scar over its left eye. It did not appear to be wearing a breathing apparatus.
He had the Toad cornered, Landry realized. Further down the slope was a high rock wall, too steep to scale. It would have to come through him if it wanted to escape.
Right at that moment, Landry wasn’t sure if being between it and freedom was a good thing or a bad thing.
Summoning every bit...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Future House Publishing
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2017
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1944452567
• ISBN 13: 9781944452568
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 342
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