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were, they simply didn’t have the firepower to win an extended war with Cardax and his cohorts.   The enemy had the option to win the war simply through attrition.
    Buttoning her pants and pulling her shirt over her head, Keryn turned toward her two patriots.   “Knowing Cardax, he’ll be near the spaceport, so we’ll start our search there.   My worry is that even though we’ve looked at the map so many times my eyes feel like they’re going to bleed, we don’t know the city.   Cardax does.   We don’t know how many enemies we will face.   Cardax does.   We don’t even know where he’s hiding inside the city, even though we know where to start.   What I do know is that the course of the war with the Terran Empire hangs in the balance.   If we succeed, we can defeat the Terrans once and for all.   If we fail, it will be more than just our lives lost.   If that isn’t enough to motivate you, than ask yourself one important question.”
    She paused, smiling wickedly.   “If you’re dead, how are you going to be able to take your revenge on Cardax, one broken bone at a time?”
    Adam and Penchant both laughed maliciously, knowing what she was referring to.   Both had gone through the same special operations training that Keryn had, to include interrogation techniques.   Clipped to the belts of all three of them was a small pouch, which contained a small rock hammer and a pair of serrated scalpels.   When it came time to gather information from Cardax, it would not be a pleasant experience for the Oterian smuggler.
    Keryn latched her belt around her waist, adjusting her sidearm on her hip, and pulled on her coat.   Adam strapped his tinted goggles onto his forehead, his blond hair jutting over the top of the round glasses, and tucked his modified rifle firmly against his side, allowing it to virtually disappear beneath his loose jacket.
    “Alright you two, let’s get going,” she said, turning toward the humid jungle.   “We’re burning daylight.”

CHAPTER 3:
     
    As Doctor Solomon’s pre-programmed speech played, the gears and hydraulics controlling the dozens of satellite dishes whirred to life as his computer program ran though its start up protocols.   Each dish moved independent of one another, each finding a programmed target in Earth’s orbit.   As they clicked into place, one after another, they began broadcasting the same signal.  
    The data bursts leapt from the Earth, striking seemingly dormant satellites in Earth’s atmosphere.   The long-range telemetry satellites, finally glowing with previously latent power, fired small maneuvering rockets, realigning toward their remote targets.   Firing massive bursts of energy and encoded data, the signal launched into the void of space.
    The signals traveled, unhindered, through the vacuum of space.   Invisible to the naked eye, the signals passed within mere meters of traveling ships and crossed over heavily trafficked trade routes.
    For some signals, the journey lasted mere hours before reaching their targets.   For others, the journey would take months of near light-speed travel before it would reach the receptors that remained angled toward the distant Earth.
    The signals with the shortest distance reached their targets before anyone knew of the danger.   They struck their target with such speed that warning sirens were never raised.   Silently, their untimely death traveled through the void, intent on their demise.
    The first signal struck a small heat-shielded ship, which hung in a low orbit around the sun of the Protagon Galaxy, which was inhabited by a race of amphibians that had supplied minor military support to the Interstellar Alliance.   Though unmanned, the ship received the signal and altered its course.   Dipping its wings, it began a haphazard decent onto the surface of the sun.   The metal plating on the ship began to bubble as it entered the sun’s atmosphere.   The damage to the ship increased as friction