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First Contact II [Unification Chronicles #2] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Jeff Kirvin
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Colonel Jack Killian and a small contingent of Terran Republic Marines investigate a new colony world. When one of the Marines disappears, finding out what happened to him is just the beginning.
eBook Publisher: Solo Media, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2005
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [216 KB], eReader (PDB) [18 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [12 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [12 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [44 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [83 KB], hiebook (KML) [80 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [47 KB], iSilo (PDB) [10 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [14 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [36 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [21 KB]
Words: 3711
Reading time: 10-14 min.
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The first few hours of the search were uneventful, but that came as no surprise to anyone. The dropship landing made enough noise to scare off an army, much less any wildlife. As far as anyone could tell, the planet was every bit as benign as the probes said it was.
Then it happened.
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Even though the armor's power amplification wasn't supposed to make it any more stressful to wear than a normal uniform, Private Bartalo Rodas was tired. They'd been scouring the area for hours, and found nothing. Rodas trudged over to the nearest tree and leaned against it.
Although regulations stated that all components of the armor were to be worn until further notice, Rodas removed his helmet. Screw the regs, he thought. I'm not breathing this canned crap one more minute. They had all been breathing the air of the planet for a few hours, ever since Major Killian declared it safe to breathe, but by the time it passed through all the vents and filters, it smelled and tasted just like canned suit air.
Rodas wasn't thrilled about his assignment. Like most of the enlisted member's of Envoy's security team, he'd been randomly selected, volunteered for the job. TRHQ wanted to ensure there was no favoritism in the selection, so they ended up with a group that didn't care, or at least that's the way Rodas saw it. He had a nice little life going on back in Spain, and he had to uproot it all for this tromping around lightyears from home so some rich civilians could move out of the arcologies and screw up another planet the way humans had screwed up Earth.
So Rodas leaned against a tree, inhaling the moist and tangy air of an alien world, and he never knew what hit him.
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