Warzone: Nemesis: A Novel of Mars
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Authors: Morris Graham
PRESENTING
WARZONE: NEMESIS
A Novel of Mars
By Morris E. Graham
Copyright© Morris E. Graham 2008. All rights reserved, Copyright Revised 02/16/2011, previously under the title Warzone: Operation Wolf Hunt. Warzone: Nemesis is part one of a trilogy and Warzone: Operation Wolf Hunt is now going to be book two of the trilogy.
First Printing August 4, 2013; revised September 2, 2013. This is the second edition from a revision completed March 22, 2014.
Dedicated to the men and women around the world in our military, who serve this country and who fight for freedom and democracy, for both the USA and the world.
PREFACE
The space race was a lie, and the cold war wasn’t as cold as you thought. While we were playing spy versus spy, conducting an arms race and a space race on Earth, things were heating up in the solar system.
In 1959, an alien vessel crashed on the Navajo reservation ushering forth a colonial space race in the solar system between the two superpowers. The prize is the mysterious metal known only as alloy-x and the alien technology that promises to make one nation or the other the dominant superpower in the arms race. The American commander finds himself fighting with the toughest antagonist of his career. He had finally met his nemesis. The stakes are high. Losing the struggle could tip the balance of power on the Earth, giving the Soviets the advantage in Earth’s cold war.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
There are three glossaries in the back, Navajo terms, military and other terms, and boxing terms.
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UFO CRASH—NAVAJO NATIONS
July 5, 1959
The explosion in the engine room rocked the alien vessel orbiting Earth. The three engineers standing closest to the engine were killed instantly. Chief engineer Ba-Torah threw up a containment field to seal off the engine and prevent it from continuing to leak poisonous gas into the engineering bay. He was able to vent out enough of the poison gas to give enough time for the crew to put on their oxygen masks. The engine failure was just the beginning; they were now experiencing cascading failure to multiple systems. The chief engineer telepathically relayed the news of their troubles to Captain Ik-tah.
“Status report!” the captain barked telepathically to his first officer.
“Multiple system failures, life support fifty percent and dropping, complete primary engine failure, impulse power thirty percent and falling. We’ve broken orbit and are losing altitude.”
“Impulse drive, reverse full,” the captain ordered.
“Sir, impulse drive, reverse full,” repeated his helmsman.
The lines on his face hardened as he prepared for the loss of his ship and the deaths of his crew. It was times like this the discipline the Ktahrthians used to keep telepathic
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down was dissolving. He could “hear” the fear and confusion from his crew. “Discipline! Control your thoughts, all of you! Lieutenant Ak-beiha, start the vessel’s self-destruct sequence to engage if no life signs from the crew are detected.”
“Sorry sir, that system is offline.”
“Start the wipe of the entire computer system in the event all hands are lost!”
“Sorry sir, that system is down, too.”
Unable to control his thoughts, the captain cursed telepathically, then composed himself and braced for impact. The alien vessel tore through the tops of the juniper trees on the Navajo Nation’s Chuska mountain range, forcefully hitting the ground in a grassy clearing. What was left of the impulse engines on full reverse was the only thing that kept the vessel from being destroyed.
First officer Rik-Bar couldn’t feel his legs due to a broken back. He knew he also had multiple internal injuries. Bluish-green blood gurgled in his throat and trickled down his face from his mouth. His first thoughts were of the vessel and his mate Lo-Bin, the communications officer. He could “hear” various crew members crying and moaning telepathically from their own injuries. “Status report!” he urgently commanded.