Dreamscape Saga Part 1: Project Falcon Read Online Free Page B

yourself.”
    Frost left the command post and ran as quick as he could to the shaft. He was so nervous that he kept stumbling over his own feet. He didn’t know what to expect down there. The men hadn’t called for backup, so if nothing else, he took that as a good sign. Even so, despite the many wonderful things it could be, it could also be a thousand horrible things.
    At the entrance, six men stood waiting with their guns at the ready.
    “Let’s go.”
    No sooner had he given the command than the door opened, revealing an unexpectedly large and poorly lit elevator cabin. Traversing down the shaft proved to be nearly as nerve wracking as landing on the planet in a shuttle. Every bump and bruise was reiterated a hundred times by the echo in the shaft. Time stood still for a while as the lights blacked out and came back on in an undetermined pattern. When the journey ended with a flat thud on the ground, all of the men rushed to get out.
    The team he first ordered down the shaft stood in front of him with their guns held as if they were expecting an attack at any time.
    “Lieutenant, off to your right you’ll see a landing bay. There are a good hundred fighters in there at least. They look like the same type that was attacking us earlier.”
    “Are they Confederate?”
    “Yes, sir, it appears so.”
    “A prototype?”
    “No, we don’t believe it is. Keep in mind of course that all of our technology is dated from a good thirty years ago. However, there was something in there we found that may be of even further interest that hasn’t even reached the prototype phase.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “It’s a weapon sir, a turret to be exact. We haven’t looked too far into it, but we believe it to be incredibly powerful.”
    Frost’s curiosity was more than piqued. “Just how powerful are we talking about? Is it like a new version of the heavy turrets on cruisers?”
    There was a brief pause. “No sir. A cruiser couldn’t carry it. Even if it had the physical capability, which even that would take considerable modifications, it wouldn’t come close to the energy requirements.”
    “What were they planning to put it on?”
    “We don’t know sir. It may be set up for planetary defense. That’s the nearest we can figure.” The man allowed Frost a moment to digest the information before continuing. “We have an incredible opportunity here. From what we can tell, they haven’t sent the design to anyone else.”
    “Are you telling me that--?”
    “Yes, sir. If we take people out of this facility as prisoner and then take them off the influence of the serum, there is a slight chance they would remember what they’ve learned here.”
    The greatest thing about Sykes’ leadership was his ability to persuade. In so short a time, he convinced everyone that the reason they fought was more than justified. “A man that does not live in freedom never really lives!” he had proclaimed over and over. He used that same logic to justify killing anyone who stood in their way because, ultimately, even most civilians were under at least some form of control.
    Even so, the Lieutenant understood that the only way they could ever dream of a victory against the billions of people under the control of the Confederacy was to take prisoners. Odd as it seemed, Frost held onto a quiet belief that, ultimately, the Order controlled these people in much the same way as the Confederacy. They may not use injections and brainwashing, but they still used propaganda and mob logic. If that was the only way to obtain victory, could it be justified? Maybe only time would tell. That was his only hope.
    “Soldier, was there something else down here?”
    “Yes, sir. We found a facility off to the other side here. We don’t know what it is exactly. Inside there are a bunch of men lying on the dreamscape beds. Most are dead. From what we could see, there was only one alive in there. In the next room, there are several hundred computers in what