Trapped in Time-Extinction Read Online Free
Author: Saxon Andrew
Tags: General, Science-Fiction, Military, Time travel, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Genetic engineering, Teen & Young Adult, alien invasion, Hard Science Fiction, first contact, Galactic Empire, Space Fleet
looked at Annelise, “How long will it take you to get a ship moving to meet it?”
Annelise looked at Johnathan, “Did you notice the skies to the West?”
“I did. There are some black clouds but they appear to be scattered. I didn’t see a long line of them like you see in an approaching storm.”
Annelise looked at Johnathan and nodded, “That gives us some time. Will you fly to the harbor and tell Paul and Ana to sail their ship here to pick up Admiral Zeck and me?”
Zeck looked at Annelise, “Hey, I’m no longer an Admiral.”
Annelise shook her head, “You are the most experienced ship commander we have. You’ve forgotten more than I know. I’d feel better if you’re with me when we meet this ship.”
Andy nodded, “I’ll have fliers in camosuits circling overhead if they do anything aggressive.”
Zeck nodded and said, “I’ll go with you.”
Andy looked at Johnathan, “Go and deliver the message.” Johnathan ran to his glider pack and buckled it on as he ran up to the top of the northern wall. He took a running start and leapt off the wall and released his glider. The wings caught the breeze and he rose quickly above the wall and headed north.
Andy looked at the group, “I think we should delay this meeting until we see what’s going on with this ship.”
Harvey nodded, “I agree. Are you going with them to meet it?”
Andy looked at Melody and she shook her head, “I know, I know. You won’t rest a minute if you stay here. Go and do your duty.” Andy hugged her and nodded to Harvey.
• • •
The Admiral looked up at the sky and wondered if another storm was coming. The last storm was not like any of the final storms he had seen in other Maelstroms. If there was a fifth storm…he shook his head. That would be a record breaker. His crew had kept their eyes out and had not seen any wreckage on their voyage. Sailing against the Westerly wind was slow going but his crew was good and kept the ship tacking smoothly. When they finally saw land, the tall cliff in front of the vessel told him they were north of the lands that had been attacked. He made a decision to sail north. They had never encountered this new enemy in the southern lands he had invaded. That meant they were probably north of the last attack.
He looked at the decks and was surprised they had survived the last storm. It had been violent and there were a number of times he thought the ship was going to flounder, but it didn’t. He lost one of the masts and everything below decks was in shambles, but order was slowly being restored. He knew this was a one-way trip but the loss of more than half of his food stores to the storm only added more confirmation. If he couldn’t locate this new enemy, they would be forced to go ashore and hunt for food. The ship felt good under his feet.
The fresh smell of the sea and the giant sea carnivores that would breach the surface of the rolling ocean made him feel at home. Most of the families that had been brought on board prior to their escape suffered a lot from seasickness, which was understandable. Even seasoned sailors suffered in the violent seas they had been trapped on. He closed his eyes and felt the breeze on his face. For the first time in his life, he felt free. He suddenly heard from the lookout on top of the remaining mast, “Sails approaching from the North!”
The Admiral opened his eyes and his second-in-command ran up to the rear quarterdeck, “Should we break out the cannon?”
“No, leave them undercover.”
“Are you sure about that, Sire? This could be one of the Commandant’s vessels.”
“And how would they know we are traitors? If it’s not one of the Empire’s ships, it belongs to that group that defeated us. Either way, cannons aren’t called for.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“Jeff, how can anyone know what’s right in this new world? I do know that none of our ships were able to use their cannons when they were taken by this new
Annelise looked at Johnathan, “Did you notice the skies to the West?”
“I did. There are some black clouds but they appear to be scattered. I didn’t see a long line of them like you see in an approaching storm.”
Annelise looked at Johnathan and nodded, “That gives us some time. Will you fly to the harbor and tell Paul and Ana to sail their ship here to pick up Admiral Zeck and me?”
Zeck looked at Annelise, “Hey, I’m no longer an Admiral.”
Annelise shook her head, “You are the most experienced ship commander we have. You’ve forgotten more than I know. I’d feel better if you’re with me when we meet this ship.”
Andy nodded, “I’ll have fliers in camosuits circling overhead if they do anything aggressive.”
Zeck nodded and said, “I’ll go with you.”
Andy looked at Johnathan, “Go and deliver the message.” Johnathan ran to his glider pack and buckled it on as he ran up to the top of the northern wall. He took a running start and leapt off the wall and released his glider. The wings caught the breeze and he rose quickly above the wall and headed north.
Andy looked at the group, “I think we should delay this meeting until we see what’s going on with this ship.”
Harvey nodded, “I agree. Are you going with them to meet it?”
Andy looked at Melody and she shook her head, “I know, I know. You won’t rest a minute if you stay here. Go and do your duty.” Andy hugged her and nodded to Harvey.
• • •
The Admiral looked up at the sky and wondered if another storm was coming. The last storm was not like any of the final storms he had seen in other Maelstroms. If there was a fifth storm…he shook his head. That would be a record breaker. His crew had kept their eyes out and had not seen any wreckage on their voyage. Sailing against the Westerly wind was slow going but his crew was good and kept the ship tacking smoothly. When they finally saw land, the tall cliff in front of the vessel told him they were north of the lands that had been attacked. He made a decision to sail north. They had never encountered this new enemy in the southern lands he had invaded. That meant they were probably north of the last attack.
He looked at the decks and was surprised they had survived the last storm. It had been violent and there were a number of times he thought the ship was going to flounder, but it didn’t. He lost one of the masts and everything below decks was in shambles, but order was slowly being restored. He knew this was a one-way trip but the loss of more than half of his food stores to the storm only added more confirmation. If he couldn’t locate this new enemy, they would be forced to go ashore and hunt for food. The ship felt good under his feet.
The fresh smell of the sea and the giant sea carnivores that would breach the surface of the rolling ocean made him feel at home. Most of the families that had been brought on board prior to their escape suffered a lot from seasickness, which was understandable. Even seasoned sailors suffered in the violent seas they had been trapped on. He closed his eyes and felt the breeze on his face. For the first time in his life, he felt free. He suddenly heard from the lookout on top of the remaining mast, “Sails approaching from the North!”
The Admiral opened his eyes and his second-in-command ran up to the rear quarterdeck, “Should we break out the cannon?”
“No, leave them undercover.”
“Are you sure about that, Sire? This could be one of the Commandant’s vessels.”
“And how would they know we are traitors? If it’s not one of the Empire’s ships, it belongs to that group that defeated us. Either way, cannons aren’t called for.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“Jeff, how can anyone know what’s right in this new world? I do know that none of our ships were able to use their cannons when they were taken by this new