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Christmas With EXOTROOPERS!
Christmas With EXOTROOPERS!
Christmas With EXOTROOPERS!
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Christmas With EXOTROOPERS!

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When the finbacks receive an order to cancel Christmas and a visit from an evil Santa, holiday blues are the least of their problems!

LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 5, 2011
ISBN9781301206520
Christmas With EXOTROOPERS!
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David N. Brown

David N. Brown is a nearly lifelong Resident of Mesa, Arizona, with longstanding interests in science and technology,folklore and disability issues. He earned a bachelor's degree in paleontology from Northern Arizona University in 2005 and a Master's degree in Christian Studies from Denver Seminary in 2013. His first books, Worlds of Naughtenny Moore and Walking Dead, were originally published in 2006 and 2007 by Open Page Publishing, a venture with Brandon Willey, Kara Willey Warren and syndicated cartoonist Tony Carillo. In 2009, he began self-publishing through Amazon, and also created the autism resource site www.evilpossum.weebly.com. He has contributed to sites including fanfiction.net, ravendays.org, and leftbrainrightbrain.co.uk.

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    Christmas With EXOTROOPERS! - David N. Brown

    Prologue

    Though the principles of the combat exoskeleton were well-known, there was a persistent belief that the angled-slab armor of the exotrooper corps of Serbia, known to the Serbs as hercegs. lords of blood to their enemies, and to the wider world as finbacks, did not cover human beings but robots, or at least some unwholesome combination of the two. And the most feared of the exotroopers, a neo-Nazi ex-convict known as Zaratustra or Zed, had discoursed that there might be some truth to it. Yes, the exotroopers were men, wholly separate from their mechanized armor. But on another level, the human and the armor were in symbiosis. Each of them customized the armor to his personality and preferred tactics, in Zed's own case welding a crown of rebar rods to his helmet to mark his status as commander. Over time, the exotroopers had spent more and more time in their armor. And for Zed in particular, the armor was a part of him even in his dreams.

    Zed finds himself standing in the frame of a door knocked halfway off its hinges, with a festive Christmas wreath still hanging askew upon it. At his feet is a fat man with a long, white beard in an unmistakeable red suit, still feebly clutching at his spilled intestines. Beyond a short hallway, he could see a living room, decorated for Christmas and now smeared with blood and semi-solid fecal matter. A man's decapitated corpse slumped on the hearth, and what remained of a woman was mixed with crushed gifts and the splintered ruin of a Christmas tree. From behind the counter of an adjoining kitchen came the steady crunching of bone.

    Zaratustra crouched to look Santa Claus in the eye. Let me guess, he said. A little girl wanted a hippopotamus for Christmas...

    He snapped the dying man's neck, and drew a 12-gauge sidearm as he stood up. In the kitchen, a huge, half-seen shape splintered cabinets as it wheeled about. An enormous head reared momentarily into view, tossing blood-stained shreds of a frilly pink dress into a bowl of egg nog. As Zed took aim, hindquarters the size of whole turkeys pushed into view, and then ejected a literally staggering spray of excrement straight at his helmet. He fired twice, virtually blind, at the hulking yet low-slung shape that smashed through one corner of the counter as it burst out of the kitchen. Then he kicked, and his lashing foot met the ivory and bone of the bull hippo's swinging jaw...

    ***

    Zed! Lieutenant Zed! The voice that drew Zed out of sleep was Zotgjakt, aka the Albanak, the only Albanian in Serbia's exotrooper corps and the only finback whom Zed might consider a close friend. The Lieutenant is here for a briefing! And Zed lowered his foot, which he used to prop himself up in the closet while he slept, and replaced his outer helmet, which was crowned with pieces of rebar. Within seconds, he was battle-ready.

    Banning Christmas

    It happened on the eleventh day of the December of 2044 that 8 hercegs and as many squires were stationed in the town of Krzjnabor in the municipality of Ulcinj, in the country of Montenegro. Because there were no specialized facilities for servicing combat exoskeletons in the small garrison post near the town, the finbacks were put in the town fire department's garage.

    It was the end of 2044, two and a half years since the latest Balkan war had

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