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Continuum: Enemy Within
Continuum: Enemy Within
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The year is 2333. Deep below the surface of Mars an ancient alien secret awaits discovery...
An insidious enemy will finally be revealed...
And Bouron Futch will risk all to bring this enemy and new knowledge to light...
Even if means pitting the entire human race against the rest the of the galaxy in all out war...


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Release dateDec 21, 2012
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Continuum: Enemy Within
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La Ron K. Jenkins

La Ron Kinyarda Jenkins is a lifelong fan of all things sci-fi. He was originally inspired to write his own science fiction novel after reading Steve Perry’s Matador series in high school. During his sophomore year at Clemson University, he took the first steps drafting the outline and creating the characters that occupy the universe of Continuum. Over ten years later, the final epic adventure is now ready to be enjoyed by the masses. La Ron lives in Lake Wylie, South Carolina, with his wonderful wife Charisse, and their two children, Kendrall and Benjamin. La Ron holds a Bachelor of Science degree in Industrial Engineering from Clemson University, and has built a very successful career as an IT Consultant since graduating from college. He has authored two books with a third on the way! He can be contacted via the internet… Find “Continuum SciFi Book” on Facebook, Twitter and YouTube www.authorhouse.com www.mysciencefictionbook.com

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    Continuum - La Ron K. Jenkins

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    Published by AuthorHouse 12/18/2012

    ISBN: 978-1-4772-9643-1 (sc)

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    CONTENTS

    Prologue

    Part One

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Part Two

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Chapter 14

    Chapter 15

    Chapter 16

    Chapter 17

    Chapter 18

    Chapter 19

    Chapter 20

    Chapter 21

    Chapter 22

    Chapter 23

    Chapter 24

    Chapter 25

    Chapter 26

    Acknowledgements

    About The Author

    This book is dedicated to Connie and Aaron,

    the best parents in the whole universe.

    DRAMATIS PERSONAE

    HISTORIAN’S NOTE

    This story takes place on the eve of October 25, 2333, immediately following the tumultuous events of Continuum. The Zeta Reticuli have just arrived at UEC space station Steel Haven and Commander Bouron Futch has absconded with a mysterious female prisoner accused of murdering the alien ambassador Prelate Sol Beta.

    PROLOGUE

    UEC starship Ronald E. McNair

    Gliese System, 20 light-years from Earth

    The mission was going well until the new helm officer, a tall young woman whose name Captain Andrew Hansen could not immediately recall, shouted, Perimeter alert! Unidentified ship entering the system!

    Wonderful, that’s what I get for taking the night shift, Hansen thought sarcastically as he jumped to his feet and ordered condition yellow. Give me a tactical overlay and full sensor analysis of that ship.

    Aye, sir! snapped Phommany and Cato, seated at the science and tactical stations respectively. Hansen stared at the large forward view screen as the watery globe of Gliese IV vanished and was instantly replaced with a monochrome grid of pale green lines divided into four quadrants. The large immobile sphere in the center of the grid represented the McNair and the small blinking green blip that was quickly approaching from the southeastern quadrant was the unidentified ship heading straight towards them.

    A scowl of frustration and disbelief creased Phommany’s delicate Asian features as she turned to face the captain. It’s a Tikal warship!

    That’s impossible, Lieutenant Cato said as if personally offended by the lieutenant commander’s announcement. The closest Tikal world is over a thousand light-years from here.

    Phommany stood and spoke directly to the captain, deliberately ignoring the tactical officer’s statement. It is a Tikal heavy battle cruiser. They are scanning us and the planet. She gave Cato an admonishing glance, chiding him for disputing her so blatantly, before turning back to the captain. Confirmed, sir.

    They’ve got no business here, Lieutenant Cato said unperturbed. This is human-controlled space. They’re going to have to lay their damn eggs elsewhere.

    That’s enough, Lieutenant, Hansen said by way of warning. Any attempt to hail us? Or signs that they are in some type of distress?

    Phommany shook her head. None, she said as the conn panel issued a series of warbling alert tones and urgent beeps. She glanced at the poor, inexperienced ensign clumsily falling all over the controls to silence them. They’re locking weapons!

    Confirmed, said the ensign somewhat nervously. Orders, Captain?

    Although the ensign’s back was to him, Hansen gave the ensign’s effort to put up a brave front a respectful grunt. Raise shields, bring all weapons online, Hansen said to Cato as he retook his seat, Phommany following his lead. He pointed theatrically to the forward viewscreen the way he always did before ordering a course heading. Ensign, he began, and stopped, quickly looking over at Phommany for a save.

    She slowly mouthed the name Miller at him, barely suppressing a wry grin.

    Ensign Miller, assume a high orbit, best speed. Sling shot us around to the far side of the planet. I want some distance between us. The planet’s gravity will also retard their maneuverability, giving us the advantage of a fair fight.

    Aye, sir! snapped Miller. Course set and engaged.

    Shields up, weapons ready, announced Cato as he stood up, adjusting the control interface on his console for use while standing, his preference for combat situations. Tall, fit, skin the color of chocolate—not unlike the new ensign at the helm, except she was born and raised on Earth—Thomas Cato was Mars-born, sixth generation, and all two hundred centimeters of him was itching for a fight. Particle cannons locked. EMAG torpedoes standing by, full yield.

    The oldest member of the bridge crew, next to Hansen that is, finally turned from her console to address the captain. I’ve made several attempts to establish communications with them, Captain. They either can’t respond or won’t respond. My money’s on the latter.

    Thanks, Libby, Hansen said with an appreciative nod to the middle-aged officer. Issue a general alert and call for assistance to any UEC ships in range, he ordered, and then turned back to the tactical display. Also, let the Tikal know we are here on a survey mission and more than capable of defending ourselves, if need be, but we will not allow any of their drop ships to land on the planet’s surface. If they attempt to do so it will be considered an act of war, and we will respond in kind as outlined in the Libra Constellation Treaty. Invite them to withdraw in peace.

    Aye, sir.

    Incoming! Cato and Miller shouted.

    So much for peace, Phommany said under her breath, and tapped the intercom control. All hands, battle stations! Condition Red! Repeat, Condition Red!

    With her duties as first officer complete, Phommany leaned back into her chair and braced for impact… and watched the show. She spared a quick glance around the bridge as the controlled chaos unfolded.

    Lieutenant Cato did his job admirably as the ship rocked to and fro from the impact of the alien weapons against the shields… just as expected. He returned fire at will, anticipating the captain’s needs a half-second before he actually barked the order.

    Ensign Miller cycled through various evasive maneuvers as the warship drew closer and closer towards them. Not bad, for her first real taste of combat piloting. Lieutenant Elizabeth Libby Crockett made repeated attempts to communicate with the attacking vessel to no avail.

    Phommany rattled off changes in the enemy’s position, power readings, weaponry characteristics, and offered counter-attack suggestions—just as a good first officer/science officer should—as the battle dragged on. Of course she knew that the operations and helm officers were the only real variables here, but as they were preoccupied with doing their jobs and praying that they would survive this, she figured they would

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