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    Dark Station
    Dark Station
    Dark Station
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    Dark Station

    By Brett P. S.

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    An orbital station goes dark and desperate hands enlist the aid of Gebbley and his mates before thieves or worse can lay claim to its secrets. As the crew enters empty halls, they wonder what grim fate befell those who came before.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBrett P. S.
    Release dateDec 18, 2013
    ISBN9781311448156
    Dark Station
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    Brett P. S.

    Brett Sawyer (1986), born in Old Saybrook, Connecticut, is an indie author who writes short stories & novellas, from science fiction to heroes. He graduated from Eastern Illinois University in 2015 with a Bachelor’s in education and currently teaches game design at Lake Land College.Short Change arrived at retailers in November of 2014, the start of a hero series where ordinary people gained powers over oddly specific domains, following the story of a shorter than average hero who can telekinetically manipulate small units of currency.Short Change is free on “smashwords.com/profile/view/BrettPS” and Barnes & Noble along with other samples and short fiction.Brett’s popular releases in science fiction include “Dark Station” and “Tales from the Colony: An Interstellar Saga.” Dark Station is a deep space thriller set aboard an abandoned orbital science station where Ben Gebbley and his crew secretly investigate the disappearance of the original staff before others come to claim the lost assets.

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      Dark Station - Brett P. S.

      DARK STATION

      Brett P. S.

      Copyright © 2014 Brett P. S.

      Smashwords Edition

      All rights reserved.

      Brett P. S.

      808 Lafayette Ave

      Mattoon, IL 61938

      No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Prologue – Deaf Ears

      Chapter I – Losing Hand

      Chapter II – General’s Order

      Chapter III – Raw Nerves

      Chapter IV – Frayed Wires

      Chapter V – Highly Unethical

      Chapter VI – Lock Down

      Chapter VII – Pressing Orders

      Chapter VIII – Blind Rage

      Chapter IX – The Fallen

      Chapter X – System Limitations

      Chapter XI – New Data

      Chapter XII - Prognosis

      Chapter XIII – Idle Threats

      Chapter XIV – Sweet Dreams

      PROLOGUE – DEAF EARS

      He stared back, across the dim chamber, waiting for something of a shrill cry. The old man sat there, crouched in a corner for the better part of the last five hours, his bony fingers tightly wrapped around the comm mic. Desperately, and with a slurred voice, he struggled to articulate the words that meant help. Help us. Somebody ... please. All that came out was a fine drool off his lips.

      There were a few others here as well. A young woman and two other middle-aged men. The old man noted a few gnarled grunts gushing from their mouths in a coarse display. One of the men had been scratching for several minutes, clawing at his bruises, the same bruises that plagued the old man, but he dared not scratch, or else succumb to the same fate. He looked over to see flopping arms desperately knawing at skin, peeling off heaps of soft flesh like scooping up ice cream.

      The old man stared at his own soft red and purple marks, which covered his arms and his chest. How easily would they come off? His curiosity peaked, he placed his hand across his chest, but ... yes, the mic. He remembered the mic. Somebody had to get help. Somebody had to send out a warning. But the monsters lurked outside the bolted doors. It was all he could do to keep the few sane ones safe, tucked away in this chamber with only a single mic. He had no way of knowing whether or not any communication of any kind was reaching anyone, but even still, some effort was better than doing nothing at all.

      Glancing across once more, he saw the young woman pressed away into another corner. The dying man, clawing at his own flesh, sat right close to the exit. The other man did not make even

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