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Jazz: Monster Collector In: Dogfight (Season 1, Episode 14)
Jazz: Monster Collector In: Dogfight (Season 1, Episode 14)
Jazz: Monster Collector In: Dogfight (Season 1, Episode 14)
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Jazz: Monster Collector In: Dogfight (Season 1, Episode 14)

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Jazz: Monster Collector, the serialized adventures of Mirth’s only deferred species bond collector. Stories just the right size for your commute, lunch break, or anytime you want a fast, exciting read. Want more? Follow episode by episode as Jazz seeks to uncover the secret force behind the inter-dimensional takeover of the planet she loved, a little place once called Earth.

Episode 14- Dogfight:

Jazz has just a few hours left to live, but she refuses to check out and leave her arch nemesis still flying the Mirthen sky, so she pilots Ship into the heart of Crank territory, looking to pick a fight. And a fight is what she gets--she just didn’t expect Toerang, leader of the Cranks elite fighter squadron, the Krisskrossa, to bring so many friends along. And all Jazz has is her sentient flycraft, who happens to hate her.

Jazz, Monster Collector, Season One: Earth’s Lament:

Jazz is a deferred species bond collector, which is a polite way of saying, Monster Hunter. She hunts them and whenever she can she destroys them. Her hatred for the bvorcs, goblins, trolls, and fairies that live side by side with humans on the magically conjoined planets called Mirth runs deep. But only Jazz knows why, how deep, and what she’s willing to do to express it. But Jazz’s greatest enemy is the invisible power behind the hostile takeover that destroyed the Earth that she remembers. And that’s one enemy Jazz probably won’t live to face.

A fast paced futuristic serial with a touch of noir and a lot of trouble.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 13, 2014
ISBN9781310684012
Jazz: Monster Collector In: Dogfight (Season 1, Episode 14)
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RyFT Brand

RyFT Brand is one of the pen names of writer Robert F Thompson. He lives, writes, wonders, and wanders from Bucks County, Pennsylvania. His first novel, A Book of Beginnings was published in 2001. he's just so weird.

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    Jazz - RyFT Brand

    Jazz, Monster Collector in:

    Dogfight

    season one, episode fourteen

    RyFT Brand

    Tricorner Publishing’s Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2014

    This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to

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    Thank you for downloading this free ebook. You are welcome to share it. This book may be reproduced, copied, and distributed for non-commercial purposes, provided the book remains in its complete original form. If you enjoy this book, please return to smashwords.com to discover other works by RyFT Brand. I thank you for your support.

    JAZZ, Monster Collector

    Season One: Earth’s Lament

    RyFT Brand

    Episode-14: Dogfight

    Three hours to backlash.

    Spin! I yelled through a throat sore from swallowing a prickly caterpillar, getting choked by a tree, and lots and lots of screaming. Spin! Do it now!

    Fine, but if I vomit it’s your fault, Ship said as he slammed us into a series of fast corkscrews and a steep accent. A half dozen charged plasma bolts whizzed by. Ship’s stubby wings cut through the passing bolt’s smoke trials. One or two white-hot missiles came close enough to bubble a bit of Ship’s black and yellow striped paint. And frankly, although Ship actually couldn’t, I nearly did puke.

    I glanced at the imager. Three grey triangular shapes were in formation, close behind the square in the center of the screen that represented us, Ship and me. Actually the little shapes that represented enemy flycraft weren’t grey; I had no idea what color they were as I hadn’t seen colors in a very long time. A dotted line departed one of the triangles and made a bee-line for the center square. Dive! Dive now!

    Spin, dive, shut up—you’ve gotten extra bossy lately, Ship said. His lilting, affected voice came out fuzzy though the torn voice modulator speaker. And would a please kill you?

    I know it made no sense but I punched the cabin camera lens, it’s the closest thing Ship had to an eye. Dive you hollow metal dork!

    Ouch! Ship’s cry of pain made even less sense than my punch, but I’d gotten him obeying as the yokes pushed forward and Ship dropped into a belly forgetting decent.

    Easy! I shouted though it shot spikes of pain. It felt like a porcupine had crawled down my throat then backed out again. The G force had my head pressed into the seat and my stomach still hadn’t caught up to my gut. My broken ribs ached. An alarm sounded and a light blinked. We’re crossing control surface speed threshold.

    Please, Ship said and leveled us off before we crossed his mechanical terminal velocity. Please go easy, sheesh.

    The plasma bolt passed overhead, tailing a line of white vapor, then was followed by the three Crank Connor fifty-seven, stub-wing fighters. The fighters soared into a loop and rolled over, maintaining perfect formation. These jerks knew what they

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