Firehawk Squadron series (#1-3) by Jonathan Schlosser
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Overview: I love reading Cormac McCarthy, Stephen King, Ernest Hemingway, and Michael A. Stackpole. Am an NFL sportswriter by day. Enjoy traveling and bourbon. Live in Michigan with my wife, my son, and the dog who has completely destroyed my yard.
Genre: Fiction; Sci-fi/Fantasy
The Dead Ship – Episode One
The destroyer fell into realspace, venting and burning in the blackness, a hull of twisted metal and raging fire. Those flames ripping through the steel plating as ammunition and atmosphere burned, only to be snuffed out almost instantly by the harsh cold of vacuum. Behind the crippled warship nothing at all but the fading blue flare of the faster-than-light drive, then a hanging void where even the nearest stars looked an impossible distance away. Below the white sphere of Riccana encrusted in snow and ice. Dark ridges of mountains and the great sweeping whiteness of the ice sea. All in sharp counterpoint to the brief inferno above as the starship died.
Reid Colson was moving before the FTL flare faded, reaching above to lock in his shields and feeling the engines shift on the outside of the strike fighter as the ship switched from the cruising configuration to combat. The heavy click as the wings flexed forward and locked. The flashing of the yellow HUD display lighting up on his visor, washing his helmet and the white shell of the fighter in a sickly light. The burning destroyer lit up on the display and his viewscreen alike.
The Dead Ship – Episode Two
Kiena pushed the scout mech hard over the snowswept plain, the view of Riccana’s dead surface jolting sickly in her helmet, the scream of the servomotors as the metal skeleton tore through the ice with each step and then wrenched itself free like some outcast god furiously trying to outrun its fate in this cursed world that sought only to pull it down and devour. The teeth of the planet itself. That ice shell and below the unstable and violent heart of fire.
The wind roaring across the plains ripped through the mech’s mics. Here in the metal shell, everything was enclosed. A mech built for war, even a small scout mech just twice the size of its pilot, had no need for an open hatch or even a face shield. Everything was fed in by sensors, splashed back out across her helmet’s visor.
But the mech was still humanoid. At this size, it was essentially a metal exoskeleton in its headlong flight, her legs and arms actually moving within the appendages. In the true war mechs, hulking behemoths a dozen meters tall, the pilot did move, but she was contained within a stable compartment – a casket, they often called it – in the mech’s chest.
Those mechs, they didn’t have here.
Kiena turned her head, looking back over her shoulder without slowing. All in front of her was empty for another five hundred meters, until a spire of black stone thrust its way through the snow’s crust. A single dark finger grasping from the grave. Behind her, she could see the long spine of the mountains rising into the thin clouds. The darkness falling all around them as the planet spun, but the moons rising bright and washing this twilight hemisphere in silver.
High above her and wheeling in the sky, the skelt with its light cannons still spinning from its last attack run. Projectile cannons mounted for this run, hammering out their thunder as the 25mm shells buried themselves in sprays of snow and ice.
“Four,” she gasped into the comm. “Aimes, you alive?”
The Dead Ship – Episode Three
Colson leads the new squadron to the wreck of the destroyer, buried in the ice. They drill down in search of answers, the dead girl haunting their every step.
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