Vigilante Series 2: Nebula Vigilante Read Online Free PDF

angled off to the four corners of their course inward, past the star’s fifth planet, a Jupiter-like analogue of green and pink cyclonic clouds. The Defense torps followed, putting out massive amounts of electronic white noise, three decoy images of Dreadnought Mata Hari similar to the decoy Remote that lay a thousand kilometers ahead of them and toward which the battleglobe had been headed, and finally a cloud of gaseous mercury to absorb any return laser fire. The cloud was embedded with nanoBit computers that would magnetically open holes for his return fire on a pattern known only to him and Mata Hari. He did not think it necessary to activate the flat Alcubierre space-time shields that would absorb any incoming weapon.
    Nine hundred milliseconds.
    Acting on impulse, Matt swiveled the fusion pulse system drive sideways to push Mata Hari off the line of its initial Translation appearance.
    A blac k beam of antimatter counterfire came at them two seconds after his “surprise” attack had begun, running directly along their Translation arrival point. While the mercury cloud soaked up some of the beam, its three centimeter width was far too much to be absorbed by Matt’s decoys and the mercury cloud. And now he had his answer.
    The Anarchate commander had indeed set his StratTac CPU on automatic Defense mode, with the ability to fire any weapon upon detection of what the CPU considered a threat.  Matt smiled. Perhaps he would have a chance to see this commander. Before he annihilated the battleglobe.
    Two seconds, five hundred and thirty-two milliseconds , murmured his nanoBit time tracker.
    The forward holo stars were replaced by a tachyon vidimage from the original decoy Remote and from passive nanoSensors that had been seeded in the pathway of the Nova.
    “Matt!” called Eliana. “ It’s wounded badly!”
    Her voice sounded slow and disjointed to his ocean-time filled mind. Mentally he smiled. For he had already perceived via PET imagery from Mata Hari what was now appearing in the front holo.
    “Yes,” he mind-imaged his reply to a speaker that would broadcast at normal human speech speed.
    In his mind, where his two AM beams struck, mini-stars blossomed.
    The Anarchate battleglobe spouted a white gout of pure matter-to-energy conversion on its southern hemisphere and at its equatorial right side limb. Red clouds of vaporized metal were pushed out by the gamma rays created by the blast. Into the three kilometer deep holes in the battleglobe there now struck neutral particle beam lasers that were unaffected by the globe’s magnetic deflection fields. Proton, excimer and HF beams struck against the thick armor of the battleglobe, digging deep into the armor, but not harming the inner habitat zone. So far. Elsewhere on the globe its adaptive optics coating deflected back much of Matt’s incoming laser fire, even as debris and gases exited from the two AM craters on its hull. The northern hemisphere still had plenty of power. It fired antimatter beams at each of Matt’s four decoy Remotes, vaporizing them before they could dodge away. The four thermonuke bomb Remotes died from multiple laser hits. The battleglobe began to tilt its northern hemisphere toward Matt and Dreadnought Mata Hari . He mentally activated a recording he had made earlier, choosing not to leave ocean-time and thereby lose his cyborg time-lag advantage.
    “Anarchate Nova battleglobe, do you surrender?”
    Five hundred milliseconds passed between the tachspeed emission and the FTL reply from the battleglobe.
    A black icon took form in the forward holosphere, bearing the dreaded Anarchate symbol of the galaxy split by a lightning bolt. A bell-like tone sounded. Concurrent with the holo and bell-tone, an alien replaced the official emblem.
    “Cease all hostilities immediately, or face annihilation by Anarchate warship Pursuer ,” intoned the tachspeed voice of a brown feathered, griffin-like alien whose species Matt knew all too well. A Mican!