CHAPTER 1
It was March 2, 3457; five years after the Federation of Planets hadreorganized to form the Unified Galactic State following the defeatof the Neptunian threat. General Saigon Alexander, a hero in hisown right sat in his chamber aboard the ESS Sphinx, reflecting onwhat had been a tumultuous career that had seen him go throughboot camp and single-handedly defeat the Neptunian leader and anarmy of 15,000 Neptunian foot soldiers. The decorated championof the Galactic Police got very little sleep, partly due to chronicinsomnia, which had plagued his family for generations, but also dueto a feeling of unrest. He and his crew were flying out in search of themost notorious criminal in the galaxy, a Mercurian by the name ofTsu'lakti. Over the span of eleven years, Tsu'lakti had orchestratedattacks on the hotel on Olympus Mons in which dignitaries fromseveral planets were staying, destroyed a Gliesian moon, and orderedthe mass slaughter and cleansing of the entire Beta-Cancrean system.When Unified Galactic State President O'rrrrah, the Libraean, sawthe danger such a criminal posed to galactic safety, he sent theGalactic Police's best team to find him and bring him to justice.
Saigon wasn't restless because of a fear of inadequacy. Heknew his crew, composed of friends from his youth, was up forthe challenge. They had all achieved incredible rank for their agesand their battle résumés were far more impressive than those oftheir peers. Rather, something didn't sit right with him and hecouldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Realizing that he wasaccomplishing nothing all alone with his thoughts, Saigon exited hischamber and headed to the war room, where his crew awaited him."General," began Giovanna Milan, the Sphinx's Navigator, "I thinkwe have intel on the whereabouts of Tsu'lakti. He appears to be inhiding on SWEEPS-04."
"Good job, Vice Admiral," He started to thank her, "keep a safedistance from the planet."
She smiled, revealing two perfect rows of white teeth. She admiredSaigon, she always had, but due to their professional relationship, shenever thought to tell him. They had been friends since they were sixand now, nearly twenty years later, they were still inseparable. Sheplaced the craft in a test pattern just far enough from the planet toremain unseen in the clear skies of the SWEEPS night. She stoodup and stretched her toned legs, which poked out from under bluefatigue Capri pants. Her long black hair rested in a ponytail atopher head. Her golden-hued, olive skin glowed in the light of the warroom. Her wheat-colored almond-shaped eyes squinted shut as shelooked away from her screen. Her abs were visible, unconcealed bythe belly shirt she wore to show off her curvaceous figure. Light fromthe ship's interior glinted off the badge she placed on her shirt. Sheturned. "Take a picture, Sergeant, it'll last longer."
"Yeah but I'm enjoying the view," replied their friend Zoser Rice,the weapons specialist. He had been the mastermind behind thethermal melee weapons the Galactic Police had become accustomedto using, yet instead of having business savvy, his passion was for thebattle field, on which he was a fierce warrior. "Madame Vice Admiral,forgive me for being blunt but your body does look incredible in thatoutfit."
"Focus on the task at hand," Giovanna said.
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," Zoser said in a slightly perverted tone as heturned away to help equip Saigon and the rest of their compatriots.
"We do this by the book," Saigon said in his deep, somewhatraspy voice that pointed out his seasoned hardness, even at the tenderage of 25. He had enlisted just under eight years ago and after asix week boot camp, joined the Galactic Police. His commitmentinspired his friends, causing many of them to enlist and join hiscrew, especially after his triumph over the Neptunians on the water-coveredplanet. Beside him as they prepared to embark stood hisLieutenant, Admiral Konan Muldrow. Konan was a hot head, buthe was in many ways one of Saigon's closest friends. The two wouldnever admit it to anyone, not even each other, but they secretlyneeded each other to balance them out. Saigon acted as a voice ofreason whenever Konan became too quick to rush into battle, whichoften saved all of their lives due to Konan's incessant recklessness.When Saigon took too long or was thinking too hard, Konan oftenquickly made the decision for him, which saved their lives becausewhen pulled into battle, Saigon was unmatched. On Saigon's otherside stood Sergeant Groucho Horne. He stood second-tallest behindZoser and he fell into his role entirely by accident. He had signed upand enlisted just so he could enjoy the benefits that Galactic Policeofficers had, but fell in love with the idea of serving the very republiche held dear and stayed on. He was adept in repairing ships, and thisskill was often used after a brash and near-fatal rush-in perpetratedby Konan. Far off, in the corner, sat Corporal J'Quon Rah'Khalil,known throughout the galaxy as "JJ". He was the oldest by far of thecrew and acted as a big brother to everyone aboard. He had savedSaigon from what would surely have been a life of crime and put himon the right track, a feat for which Saigon was eternally grateful. Histhick braids covered his shiny copper head and he looked on with alook of indifference with a hint of despair.
"Something wrong, JJ?" inquired Saigon, leery of his friend'scountenance, which bore an all-too-familiar look that was often aharbinger of bad things to come.
JJ shook his head "It's nothing, sir, just getting a bad feeling isall."
"Well alright, you stay here and keep Giovanna and Chinemelucompany, you've earned some rest. That's an order, soldier."
"Sir, yes, sir".
Chinemelu Onyeji, the on-craft medic, strapped a miniaturefirst aid kit onto each man before they left. His partially sunkenfeatures and large flowing scrubs hid an Adonis-like physique withthe heart of a lion. While he was a relative stranger to combat, hewas still known to bring the pain when necessary. The men suitedup for ship-to-planet travel and set out. As they entered the SWEEPSatmosphere, Saigon felt an immediate wave of dread wash overhim. SWEEPS-04 was desolate and was a home to dozens of races,including a vast Mercurian population. Mercurians were notoriousfor their open refusal to extradite one of their own, no matter what.Through the visor of his Ship-to-Planet suit, known as an STP, hesaw his friends' faces as they began their descent to the coordinatesof Tsu'lakti's hideout.
"General, I've got a visual on the building," reported Zoser.
"Roger that. Sergeant Horne, send a probe so we know we're noton a wild goose chase," ordered Saigon.
"Sir, yes, sir," replied Groucho as they all switched their STPsuits to hover. He released a small silver ball that floated lightlylike snow into an open crack in the ceiling and used its panoramiccamera to scan its surroundings. Sure enough, inside was Tsu'laktisurrounded by an army of Mercurians. The notorious villain wasdistinguishable only through his immense size and the seven-inchwound in his chest that he sustained from a Galactic Police footsoldier's tomahawk a year ago. The soldier in question lost his life,but he remained in Tsu'lakti's head.
"Commander," he motioned to the Mercurian guard directly athis side, "I sense a plot to destroy me. Tell those of your men not onduty to join those that are."
"Yes, master," the guard replied in an identical, wheezy Mercurianaccent. As he walked away,...