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    Dangerous Space
    Dangerous Space
    Dangerous Space
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    Dangerous Space

    By Stefon Mears

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    Five tales of exciting space adventure! Hard-pressed heroes facing long odds. Exotic aliens -- some of them desperate allies, others sinister foes. And more, much more.

     

    Turn the pages and join these adventures!

     

    "The Final Survey of Andrei Kreutzmann" -- A retired scout forced out of retirement to save a fleet

    "My Dead Father's Signal" -- A strange signal, picked up around Pluto, hides a deadly secret

    "The Incident on Gamma Seven" -- The last mission of a deadly operative

    "Only Sheepdog on the Moon" -- A lone bartender stands between aliens and invasion

    "Black Phantom, Gray Op" -- A special operative faces sins of his past

     

    Dangerous Space, a thrilling collection of science fiction short stories. Come fly from Earth to the farthest reaches of the galaxy and back! From Stefon Mears, author of the Rise of Magic series, the space opera classic Stealing from Pirates.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThousand Faces Publishing
    Release dateMay 2, 2022
    ISBN9798201259631
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      DANGEROUS SPACE

      FIVE TALES OF WILD SPACE ADVENTURE

      STEFON MEARS

      Thousand Faces Publishing

      DANGEROUS SPACE

      CONTENTS

      The Final Survey of Andrei Kreutzmann

      My Dead Father’s Signal

      The Incident on Gamma 7

      Only Sheepdog on the Moon

      Black Phantom, Gray Op

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      THE FINAL SURVEY OF ANDREI KREUTZMANN

      Pilot's seats shouldn't be as comfortable as the second-hand, broken-in couch I had in flight school. But the whole cabin of my little pyramid of a ship is no more than twelve meters square. There's no room for a bunk. So I'm drowsing for the third time today when the sensor alert starts its incessant beeping, like a yappy dog who wakes you up at three hundred hours to go for a walk, and you know you have to get up or he'll piss all over your shoes again.

      Yeah, sometimes I'm glad Sheila and her dog are gone.

      At least with the survey ship I get to do what I never got to with the little yapper: I slap the big red button on the console hard enough to feel a satisfying sting reverberate through my fingers and wrist that lasts for seconds.

      I'm awake, I'm awake, I grumble through a yawn. What have we got?

      Viable asteroid, says the Drever in the pleasant tones of holovid star Monica Sellers, like every report is a seduction. Weird to hear her voice talking about mineral readouts, but the Monica Sellers dreams I've been having every night while I go through this asteroid field near Sirius are worth a little weirdness. Twenty-five point eight three three million tons of iron ore, purity sixty-two point nine nine three percent. Three point six seven seven million tons of ice, purity ninety-nine point nine nine eight percent...

      The Drever continues its breathy readout, but I wonder if it might be off this time. What are the chances of water that pure frozen on an asteroid with iron?

      I swing my feet down off of the console and my boots clang on the metal deck. I lean forward on the console, smooth as I imagine Monica Seller's skin must be, but not as yielding. About as unblemished, though. I call it a console, but it has only three buttons, all big and candy-like: cherry red for 'acknowledge,' midnight blue for 'countermand,' and off in one corner, a medical white button with its purpose labelled in black block letters: EMERGENCY. Anything else you want, you have to talk to the ship for.

      Hold up, I say, interrupting the Drever’s recitation of useful minerals at molybdenum. Back to the ice. Prove it. Give me a taste.

      The Drever’s sensors feed it the data, and its holoprojector manifests the image of a chunk of ice in the air above the console. The Drever’s holo is limited to the area above the console, but if that ice pans out I'll be able to afford a real ship, with an actual bunk so I don't need so comfortable a pilot's seat, and a galley that doesn't glitch its protein combinations and make every meal smell like lasagna with extra sausage.

      I feel my heart rate kick up a notch, pulse points squeezing a little harder in my elbows and wrists as I stick out my tongue and flick it through the hologram: the taste is pure mountain lake after a snow. It tastes like money.

      I'm going to be rich.

      Lock down the data, and triple-stamp the date, time and location, record safety protocol alpha, then--

      Incoming transmission.

      Take a message. We have work to do. While I have the Drever repeat the scan for increased precision, I'll need to sift through the data. Ice is the big discovery, but if the iron is that impure, there may be a secondary find in the impurities...

      Message response overridden, priority code three eight three seven.

      Cold sweeps over me like I'd dunked my whole face in the ice holo. That's my military override code. I'm three years into my five-year post service reserve period, and I haven't heard a peep on an official channel since I took off my fatigues. Figures that just as something really good is happening I get the call.

      Grace period expiring, says the Drever. Opening channel.

      Squad Leader Andrei Kreutzmann?

      No image yet, but the voice sounds as young as I was the first time I sat in a pilot's seat. No squad to lead these days, but the rest is right.

      Please confirm your service number?

      Red alpha three eight seven eight. The words snap out before I think about them. Guess that says something about how many times I've answered that request.

      Transferring you to Marshal Adler. The holo forms the spinning cube I've seen a thousand times, once face the Imperial logo of House Kuhn, the other five the symbols of the branches of the imperial military. Then the holo forms the dark cragged face I'd reported to since she was only a captain, Wilhelmina Adler. My hand salutes before I realize I've done it.

      Kreutzmann, she says as she returns the salute. I'm officially restoring you to active duty under general order thirty-two, subsection twenty-eight eff.

      Wait. Isn't that urgent need in a combat zone? Is that why I'm talking to a marshal instead of an adjutant? Um, Marshal? I don't exactly have a fighter out here.

      You have a Duncan-Kessler Two Eight Six Deep Space Scout. As of right now it's commandeered.

      But I have a find--

      So log it. We're not in touch with home so we can't submit it for you. She gives me a glare, as though daring me to argue, but her glares have always clamped my lips shut and made my back stretch straighter, which would feel fine if I were standing at attention, but sitting in my too-comfortable seat feels more than a little ridiculous. Once she decides I'm done debating, she continues, I need you to confirm conditions at our escape hatch, Coriolanus Three.

      I did the survey work on that one. It paid for the computer upgrade on the Drever and that house on Io that Sheila claimed was so important for us, then decided was too big when I had to be gone for weeks at a

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