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    2: No-Deal Depaulo and the Core Pirates
    2: No-Deal Depaulo and the Core Pirates
    2: No-Deal Depaulo and the Core Pirates
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    2: No-Deal Depaulo and the Core Pirates

    By Dante D'Anthony

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    They were waiting for us when we dropped out of hyperspace, I could sense them then, a dirty little swarm, and sickeningly the most frightening thing was they had once been human.
    Klaxons hammered my ears and my empathic senses were then overwhelmed-the strange Marauders minds, with their ugly snake eye stares hammering my mind, then the sudden tussle of twenty hard core air men their adrenaline and training kicking in with a slam.
    "This is not a drill!" Coco-butter Parsons howled but the air men's boots were already banging steel, half of them at their guns.
    We were sitting ducks and there were a dozen Marauder ships, easy. Particle beam fire slashed away at our ship, the KanaaFutura. The Marauders doubtless had never seen a Caldris Royal Navy warship here at the Galactic Core, even through their snake infected minds I could sense a huge wave of surprise come back as we took their fire and the mighty KanaaFutura rose through the maelstrom of ionized particles and maligned atomic clouds her guns announcing payback.
    Nobody missed and the Marauder shielding, magnetized ore layered over their giant ramjets, began to strip away in a fireworks show such that the demonic, snaky victimizers were revealed for the devil they were, squealing and riding fire with the hellish super-massive black hole and its light-years of swirling accretion disk as their background.
    Still, no one stopped firing on either side and we rode the streams in a twirling death volley of destruction. Hammerstein, impossibly, was cursing and longing for a gun port...

    Three weeks earlier:

    Hammerstein was now about to break protocol with the Royal police confidentiality.
    At length the platoon of Rangers took up a nervous formation in the hold. Coco, Tokushima, and I stood to his side-none of us any more informed than the platoon at that moment. Something in Hammerstein's bearing changed; memories were flooding his mind and body now. Stances: attention, at ease, parade rest. His mind swept back through the years to a sun burnt lot and he was a ridiculously young recruit keeping his fingers and thumbs-just so-his heels and toes-just so-his knees bent in the slightest.
    He walked up to the platoon, getting right in their faces, "Are you ASHAMED to be under the command of an old fart retiree like me who isn't even Navy any more? I'll give you a shot, right now, every last one of you city sissies, one after the other, and I'll injure your sorry selves before we go on the mission. Go ahead. The cameras are off."
    There were no takers. He couldn't know, but I could. They all somehow knew he could take them, by force of personality, if not by sheer strength.
    "Okay, good. You're smarter than you look. Now, since the cameras are off-and yes, I learned that trick in basic training, or I wouldn't have gotten my blue cord, I'm going to fill you in on the mission. In full, for real, and no cards in my pocket. You break faith with me, and you break faith with your platoon because what you are about to hear is not supposed to be told to you, according to my superiors. However, I am not about to fly in to harm's way with my superiors, but with you.
    We are going to the Core. There are no recognized governments in the Core, only Warlords, Marauders, ghosts, and bones. We are The Law, the arm of the Royal family, Justice and Honor, and we now ride into the belly of The Devil."
    The rush of pride that swept the platoon was like a wave of metallic hydrogen deep in a gas giants dark seas, lit with a million square miles of lightning; death before dishonor. Duty. Joy. Purpose.
    "Now, I'm going to tell you why."
    They barely breathed.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDante D'Anthony
    Release dateJul 19, 2013
    ISBN9781301051540
    2: No-Deal Depaulo and the Core Pirates
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    Dante D'Anthony

    From South Buffalo New York. Producer, writer, artist. http://www.imdb.com/name/nm4873327/Currently heading up the launch of the “Pandoran Age Chronicles” franchise and the “Magnificent Raiders of Dimension War 1” feature film. D’Anthony has worked in Finance, NYSE Licensed broker with AG Edwards. He has worked in Commercial finance and project development in Miami with $70M in assets under management as the personal assistant to the owners at DCA International Real Estate and several high end Design, Architectural, and Development firms working on numbers of projects from conception through all aspects of Design Development, Financing, and Project management. In 2003 he won the Florida Communities Trust Grant ($6M) with his designs for parks in Southwest Ranches Florida. He has owned and managed two art publishing companies that have published art on clothing with national retailer accounts while maintaining ongoing bricks and mortar galleries. His current venture (a full animated studio launch) with a major Hollywood Producer involved includes a complete matrix of a feature film and merchandising franchise and a full console video game. Education: Undergraduate work at SUNY Buffalo, across from the venerable Albright Knox, Bachelor of Science in Design 1985 with a Concentration in Urban & Environmental Design. Included were seminars in Urban Planning and Design, and studios Interior Des, minor in Art History. At FIU in Miami graduate level Coursework in Fine Art & Special Education (continuing certification for Florida Department of Education) included figure drawing studies under the noted Richard Duncan. Additional Graduate Work in Architecture, Florida Atlantic University School of Architecture. NYSE Series 7 broker License, A.G. Edwards And Associates. U.S. Army reserves Corporal.

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      2 - Dante D'Anthony

      For Athena

      Copyright Dante D’Anthony 2013

      All rights reserved

      Illustrated by Steve Moore, Steve Allman, Francis Taylor, Eliane CK, Kai Boguschewski

      and Roy Rudder.

      CONTENTS

      A covert op

      Langley Stay, Void’s End

      The Core Marauders

      The Domes of Tangeonprioc

      A spiral apogee and on to Empire

      …They were waiting for us when we dropped out of hyperspace, I could sense them then, a dirty little swarm, sickening. The most frightening thing was they had once been human.

      Klaxons hammered my ears, and my empathic senses were then overwhelmed—the strange Marauders minds, with their ugly snake eye stares hammering my mind. Then, the sudden tussle of twenty hard-core air-men, their adrenaline and training kicking in with a slam.

      This is not a drill! Coco-butter Parsons howled but the air men’s boots were already banging steel, half of them at their guns.

      We were sitting ducks and there were a dozen Marauder ships, easy. Particle beam fire slashed away at our ship, the KanaaFutura. The Marauders doubtless had never seen a Caldris Royal Navy warship here at the Galactic Core, even through their snake infected minds I could sense a huge wave of surprise come back as we took their fire and the mighty KanaaFutura rose through the maelstrom of ionized particles and maligned atomic clouds her guns announcing payback.

      Nobody missed and the Marauder shielding, magnetized ore layered over their giant ramjets, began to strip away in a fireworks show such that the demonic, snaky victimizers were revealed for the devil they were, squealing and riding fire with the hellish super-massive black hole and its light-years of swirling accretion disk as their background.

      Still, no one stopped firing on either side and we rode the streams in a twirling death volley of destruction. Hammerstein, impossibly, was cursing and longing for a gun port…

      Three weeks earlier…

      Steve Allman

      A covert op

      My name is Winteroud Sole and I am twelve standard Caldris years old. It is that I am an Empath, registered, certified, and bonafide psychic that the Royal Detectives—officer Hammerstein, a huge manly and deadly old ex-Naval man, and Officer Tokushima, soft and lovely beyond words—and also deadly, both ex-Royal Navy, well, it is that I am an Empath that they have brought me in on a case of which I will relate many details in this journal.

      I am also, now I am told—an Archaeologist Aristocrat adventurer, many things for a young man you say? You shall see, the proof was in the pudding, as they say. The detectives came to family’s estate, I was taken to the royal palace library and I sensed a great number of things, most importantly that the young princess of Caldris had been kidnapped: A great evil as well.

      We were attacked by assassin bots while our aircars made across the Tangerine Sea—importantly I sensed them ahead of time; awaken from a dream as I slept in the cool confines of the Detectives craft. This was my first use of my empathic gift that saved us.

      CSI has not been able to provide any clues as to the source of the bots but their class and technologies indicate most probably corporations or governments involved in the absconding of the princess—you see she had discovered an intact ancient warship whose technologies have been secreted by the Transhumans at the Imperial Capitol at Deneb IV and kept out of the mainstream of use by various other governments in the galaxy.

      We set out to a Naval outpost in the Oort clouds, unimaginatively and ingloriously named Fort Oort where Officer Hammerstein felt we would be safer, and where he had an old friend Candy (a CSI and Forensic expert of some repute…yes, yes—I know Candy not very impressive a title, but college nick names sometimes haunt us a lifetime).

      Steve Allman

      We were, in fact, attacked again—this time a devious, dastardly, and rare use of wormholing—which, again, I was able to sense their intent moments before their evil act and our pilot—a young buck by the name of Justin Parsons, who goes by the name of Coco-butter—saved the day. His enormously annoying gunner, a true piece of rabble, well, he turned out to be a rather competent shot and slammed them with a gravity bomb right down the center of the centrifugal storm as they readied a second wormhole attack.

      Their use of the wormholing, which I had sensed with my ESP, they felt quite gleeful and devious about (before Coco-butter’s gunner dispatched them into oblivion), well, the worm-holing proved their undoing. Hammerstein was a veteran of many years and personally knew the naval master of wormholing combat.

      The dreaded Herbivore. Herb had retired to a lawless little corner of the Galaxy and thus, once again, our investigation of the Kidnapping of Princess Maggio of Caldris made its way across the void between the Orion and Sagittarius Galactic Spiral Arms to Langley Stay.

      Langley Stay, Void's End

      Tokushima was at the helm when the KanaaFutura signaled Langley Stay system. At the edges of the Sagittarius Spiral Arm of the galaxy, the world was an anomaly among the Outwords in a number of

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