Sample of an adult Sci-Fi audio book
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the first to die was a midshipman named koth Barrick, One of his fellow crew members on the New Republic ****** cruiser. Adamant in, found him slumped across the table in the deck nine break room where he'd repaired half an hour previous for a cup of coffee in 20 minutes after Barrick should have been back to post gunnery sergeant galley was over, went looking for him, exasperatingly certain that he had clicked into the info log banks just to see if anybody mentions the mission. Of course nobody was going to mention the mission though, accompanied by the adamant teen Chief Estate. Leia Organa Solo's journey to the Meridian sector was an entirely unofficial one. The rights of sentience party would have argued quite correctly that ct Ash God, the man she was to meet at the rendezvous point just outside the Corio system held no official position on his homeworld of Namco Oreos. To arrange an official conference would be to give tacit approval of his and the rationalists parties demands, which was when it came down to it. The reason for the talks. When she entered the deck. Nine Break room. Sergeant Wolfers first sight was of the paley flickering blue on blue of the info log screen blasted cough. I told you then she saw the young man stretched unmoving on the far side of the screen, head on the break table, eyes shut Even at a distance of three m over. Didter't like the way he was breathing. She rounded the table in two strides, sending other chairs clattering into a corner. She thought his eyelids moved a little when she yelled his name over, hit the emergency call almost without conscious decision. In a few moments before the maid droids arrived, she sniffed the coffin in the gray plastic cup a few centimeters from his limp fingers. It wasn't even cold. A thin film of it adhered to the peach fuzz, beginnings of what cough optimistically referred to as his mustache. The stuff in the cup smelled okay. At least as okay as fleet coffee never smelled. And there was no question of alcohol or drugs. Not on a Republic ******. Not where coach was concerned, he was a good kid. Whoa! Over was an engine room regular who'd done 15 years in merchant planet hoppers rather than stay in the regular fleet after palpatine is goons gained power. She looked after her midshipman as if they were the sons she had lost to the rebellion. She would have known if there had been trouble with booze or spice or giggle dust disease. It was any longtime spacers nightmare. But the good faith team that had come on board yesterday from cT ash Gods, small vessel had passed through the medical scan and in any ease. The planet Namco Oreos had been on the books for four centuries without any mention of an endemic planetary virus. Anyone on the light of reason had come straight from the planet still Overpeck. The commander's code on the wall planner, sir! Over here, one of the midshipmen's down. The meds. Haven't gotten here yet, but behind her the break room door swished open. She glanced over her shoulder to see a couple of 21 bees enter with a table which was already unfurling scanners and life support lines like a monster in a bad holo vid. It looks serious. No, sir, I I don't know what it is, but you might want to check with her excellency's flagship and the light and let them know. Okay, okay, she added, turning as a to one B posted itself politely in front of her. My heart is yours, she declared jocularly. And the droid paused for a moment. Data bytes cascading with a faint Clickety click as it laboriously assembled. The 85% probability that the remark was suggest many things. Sergeant. Over it said politely. But the organ itself will not be necessary. A function. Reading will suffice. The next instant were overturned. Aghast as the remaining 21 B shifted barrick onto the table and hooked him up. Every line of the readouts plunged and soft. Tiny alarms began to sound festering groats over, yanked free of her examiner to stride to the boy's side. What in the name of daylight? Barracks face had gone a waxy gray. The table was already pumping stimulants and anti shock into the boy's vein, and the 21 be plugged into the other side had the blank eyed look of a droid transmitting to the other stations within the ship. Over could see the initial diagnostic lines on the screen that ring the anti graft personnel transport unit sides, no virus, no bacteria, no poison, no foreign material in Coach Barrett's body at all. The lines dipped steadily toward zero, then went flat.