Sneak Preview of Child of Stone
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For me, things have always been simple: achieve the objective. Cost is irrelevant. That’s the drill of training. Pounding your head so full of general orders, combat maneuvers, and weapons basic that you’re quarter-decked nine times out of ten. Without fail, your life becomes the mission. So many ops I lost count by the time I reached 26 DST (Designated Stellar Time). Strikes, raids, and drops. It’s what GAEL VICs live for, why we were bred in the first place.
Few soldiers have what it takes to become a GAEL. Only first generation blendeds even have a chance, and then only a fraction meet the genetic requirement for bonding. The Round took me as an infant—I tested positive on the BCB. My parents’ names are classified. Was my mother a Sulevian and my father human? Or had it been the other way around? I’ll never know.
Blending is responsible for the state of the system worlds—the MetaGalactic War has poisoned the races for almost 1500 years DST. It was the Sulevians who first mastered the technique. Up until then, Morrigans had baby Morrigans, Danaans had Danaans, and humans had humans. Interspecies unions were physically incapable of generating children. But the Sulevian scientists shoved their pointy ears into the universe’s genetic limitations, creating the tech that circumvented the laws of natural biology.
And then all hell broke loose.
Extremist cultures like the Sylph and the Vartal believed the new tech went against the dogma of their goddess, that bringing people like me into existence was a sin against nature. The Danaan System crashed into civil war, and the Sulevian homeworld was obliterated. The survivors fled to the human sectors. Soon, religious fanatics across the galaxy merged into the Agrona-Morrigan Concord—we soldiers call them the Agromors—and pushed their military into the free planets of the Blended Coalition, demanding the cessation of interracial marriage and the destruction of all “tainted” offspring.
Knowing the Agromors would never surrender, the Round created a top military soldier, the GraEL Attached Elite Level Vanguard Infiltration Commando. The GAEL VICs were the Coalition’s answer to the gromm crap infesting the extremists’ genocidal campaign. Two hundred years of combat skirmishes and we finally jacked them back into their own space. For once, the right side is winning the MetaGalactic War. Peace teeters on the brink, though I wonder if anyone still remembers the meaning of the word.
My training shaped me into an expert warrior, a soldier who could waste anyone or anything my commander set me against. But nothing since the Bang could have prepared me for her. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
And I hated her.