by Mark Wandrey
Revelations Cycle Book One
Heir to one of the leading “Four Horsemen” mercenary companies, Jim Cartwright is having a bad year. Having failed his high school VOWS tests, he's just learned his mother bankrupted the family company before disappearing, robbing him of his Cavalier birthright.
But the Horsemen of eras past were smart—they left a legacy of equipment Jim can use to complete the next contract and resurrect the company. It’s up to Jim to find the people he needs to operate the machinery of war, train them, and lead them to victory. If he’s good enough, the company can still be salvaged.
But then again, he’s never been good enough.
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Content/Theme(s): Mercenaries, Aliens, Military, Futuristic
Release Date: December 20, 2016
Publisher: Seventh Seal Press
Excerpt & More
Jim stole a quick glance at his status board. Less than two minutes of power remaining, missiles gone (that had been a fuck-up), and flamethrowers were down to ten percent fuel. The endgame was here. He triggered the flame units and twisted his right arm, raking it up and down his own body. The left he swept back and forth as he turned the mecha into a whirling dervish of flaming spider death. Hundreds of Tortantula were set ablaze as the burning gel dripped from his armor. He felt the heat rising up through the internal structure and a warning light came on. The translation computer said there was a fire in the lower legs.
“No shit?” he asked as he felt the balance begin to deteriorate. No, there was a fire inside the thing. “Oh, that’s not good.”
“Yes, try and stop it!” Jim said as he brushed a dozen arachnids off his mecha’s waist. Splunk jumped down and through a hatch just behind him. Jim felt a wash of heat as she opened it, and smelled burning plastics. His balance was deteriorating fast. Then something hit him with a resounding “BOOM!” and he was knocked back to land on the Raknar’s mechanical ass with a crash, crushing still more Tortantula. He scanned the screens and saw a tank. He didn’t even know the spiders used tanks.
“BOOM!” the behemoth’s gun spoke again, hitting Jim in the left shoulder. The status board screamed and he heard the scrape of rending metal. Immediately the entire machine shifted to the right. He glanced at the left view screen. The Raknar’s left arm was lying on the ground, and the tank was closing in for the kill.
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