Star Force: Zealot (SF87) (Star Force Origin Series) Read Online Free PDF

range and all hell broke loose as they plunged into the now very thick drone blockade line. “Although you can stand by to pick up survivors if you want to help.”
    “Pick up or finish off,” the Jonstar muttered.
    “How dare you degrade our longtime allies,” the Sety all but cursed. “They have done more to forestall the Hamoriti than any of us.”
    “That is no excuse for their actions now,” the Bpret weighed in as they all watched the carnage occurring with more and more Star Force drones flying in to add to the blockade force even as the Trinx tried to punch through it and now had two of their three prongs fully engulfed in the sea of blocky black ships.
    “The Hamoriti is stabilizing,” the Chamra noted with relief, getting the updates directly through his implants and was therefore one step ahead of the others as usual.
    “Thank you,” the Dati echoed as three of the Trinx ships broke through and into the empty gap between blockade and the command ship. They fired on it immediately, launching huge balls of energy that were a mix of orange and black and had little glow to them, more like a maelstrom of distorted space than an energy weapon, but when the pheeron converters hit the command ship’s shields their normal penetrating capacity was neutralized by the shield matrix entirely .
    “So you can counter their weapons,” the Jonstar said with curiosity.
    “Told you so,” Riley said calmly.
    “Yes you did,” the Sety said with a mixture of disgust and respect as those three ships, already damaged, took the brunt of two bloon launchers and were covered in what looked like glowing purple goo. It soaked into the hull and disappeared, leaving all three ships inoperable as more Trinx vessels broke through behind them in various degrees of functionality.
    “What did you hit them with?” the Dati ask humbly.
    “Those crews are stunned and unable to operate their ships. You should be able to pull some survivors off afterwards…so long as their other ships don’t ram into them,” he said as several almost did that, but were caught firm by the dampening fields as other weaponry from the command ship tagged them, dropping shields and cutting off chunks of ships while a few more goo bloons flew in and disabled others.
    “The Trinx are protecting a Uriti, correct?”
    “Yes,” the Chamra said evenly. That hadn’t been officially revealed, but it had been stated earlier.
    “They will not be allowed to maintain guardianship of it. They are irresponsible and dangerous. Do you conquer?”
    “They won’t relinquish it to you,” the Sety warned.
    “I didn’t imagine they would,” Riley scoffed.
    “You plan to conquer them as you have done the Li’vorkrachnika?”
    “Doing,” the Archon corrected. “We’re only through half of half of their empire, no thanks to you.”
    “Is it worth killing Trinx to recover?” the Chamra asked.
    “They chose to attack us.”
    “I mean civilians. Would you awake a Hamoriti if it were on a populated world?”
    “The civilians can be moved first.”
    “The one the Trinx guard is beneath their capitol,” the Chamra said, drawing annoyed looks from the others. “They have devoted everything to protecting it. Will you destroy them to free it?”
    “No.”
    “So you agree that they will retain possession?” the Sety asked.
    “Also no,” Riley pointed out as an extra large explosion blipped on the battlemap as a Trinx ship detonated, taking several drones with it while also damaging another of its sister ships. “They have suicide devices on their ships?”
    “They are committed to the cause,” the Sety answered.
    The Chamra glared at him with his one natural eye. “They are dying needlessly.”
    “Shared control is the only solution.”
    “One we cannot force! And after seeing this, I do not wish to put the fate of the galaxy in the hands of the Trinx.”
    “Nor do we,” the Dati said. “Their paranoia had transitioned into zealotry.”
    “Far