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  An Uneasy Alliance Copyright © 2021 by Variant Publications

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  This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living, dead, or undead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Glossary

  Previously in Sentenced to War . . .

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Acknowledgments

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  About the Authors

  Glossary

  AGMS: Anti-G Straining Maneuvers

  AIW: Association of Independent Worlds

  ASAP: As Soon As Possible

  BC: the digital currency for most nations

  BOCT: Benevolent Order of Crystal Technicians

  Bronze Nova: the third-highest medal in the Union military

  CCR-32 Didactic Interface: the AI implanted into the Marines’ heads.

  Cerrocrete: a very strong futuristic concrete

  CG: Commanding General

  CO: Commanding Officer

  COH: Congress of Humanity, the highest authority of mankind

  CST: Combat Simulation Trainer

  D-5 Cord: an explosive-saturated cord

  DC/Direct Combat: Marines such as infantry, recon mech combat engineers, who will face the enemy in direct combat.

  DI: Drill Instructor

  Dykstra: a heavy sniper rifle

  E-Club: Enlisted Club where the lowest three ranks can hang out, drink, and eat.

  ECR: Effective Casualty Radius. The radius from a detonation within which will produce 50% casualties

  EMP: Electro-magnetic Pulse. Will shut down all electronics within range

  EOE: End of Enlistment

  EVA: Extravehicular Activity

  FTL: Faster Than Light, a starship drive

  Gold Nova: the second highest medal in the Union military forces

  G-Loc: G-force induced loss of consciousness

  Goundpounders: slang for infantry

  HE: High Explosive

  Host: the military arm of the Frisian Mantle, a sometime ally/enemy of the Perseus Union

  Karnan: Nickname for the hyper-augmented soldiers from the MDS

  KIA: Killed in Action

  Leaches: Military slang for civilians

  M49 Assault Rifle: the standard weapon of the Union Marines. It fires a 2mm high-velocity dart.

  M-102 Nellis: the Marine Corps’ main sniper rifle

  M-133: a heavy weapon fired by mech Marines

  MF-30: a standard issue handgun

  MDS: Manifest Destiny Sphere

  MilDes: Military Designator

  MilDes Ninety-nine/Ninety-nine: essentially indentured servants in uniform

  MMCS: Marine Mechanical Combat Suit

  MP: Military Police

  MPT: Military Placement Test

  NCO: Non-commissioned Officer. The middle two ranks of enlisted Marines

  NCOIC: Non-commissioned Officer in Charge

  NM: Neuro-mapping

  NVD: Night Vision Device

  Omega Division/OD: the secret police and spy agency of the Union

  Optisight: a flexible optical tube

  PAL-3: Personal Armor, Light 3: the standard body armor for an infantry Marine

  PAL-5: Personal Armor, Light 5. The standard body armor of recon Marines and Raiders.

  Paladin: a large Centaur heavy mech unit, similar to a light tank

  PFC: Private First Class

  Phoenix MG-3 Incendiary Mine: a small grenade that can burn through most substances

  Plastiderm: a synthetic skin that is used in medical procedures

  PN: Platinum Nova the highest military award in the Perseus Union military

  Poolee: someone who is committed to the Corps but who is not yet been sworn in as a recruit

  PQ: Personality Quotient. Used to determine the human characteristics of some AIs

  PUNS: Perseus Union Naval Ship

  Raider: part of Recon, but with more combat-focused missions instead of surveillance

  Recon: Reconnaissance Marine

  Riever: a smaller Centaur mech unit, similar to a Marine Raider or reconnaissance Marine.

  Secdrones: Security drones used by the police

  SFC: Sergeant First Class

  SNCO: Staff Non-commissioned Officer. The highest three ranks among enlisted Marines.

  SOP: Standard Operating Procedure

  Syksky: a deep-fried bread stuffed with spiced meat and vegetables

  VGW: Veterans of Galaxal Wars

  WIA: Wounded in Action

  XM-554: a more powerful missile designed to have more punch

  XO: Executive Officer, the #2 person in the unit.

  Yellowjacket: a shoulder-launched missile

  Yellowshirt: a Navy sailor charged with moving people and goods around a flight line.

  Previously in Sentenced to War . . .

  The war with the Centaurs, the first intelligent race known to humanity, is not going well. Mortality rates among human fighters are high, and volunteers are not enough to replace those fallen. In the Perseus Union, where the draft is illegal, the government starts an alternative method to fill the ranks—those breaking the laws are conscripted into the Marines and Navy.

  Reverent Pelletier is convic
ted of a traffic violation, and three weeks later he’s sworn into the Corps. As a Marine Raider, Rev’s augmentations make him faster and stronger, and they provide enhanced senses. Included in the augmentation is an AI “battle buddy” named Punch, implanted into Rev’s brain to help him become a more capable fighter. Humanity is hesitant to accept human augmentation, which was essentially banned after two devastating wars with altered human beings, but with the fate of humanity at stake, a blind eye is turned to the process.

  The Marines on Safe Harbor serve in the regimental system, so Rev will serve in the same unit as those he went through boot camp with. He bonds with eight other recruits, and they form a posse, becoming lifelong friends. One of them, Tomiko Reiser, accompanies him to his first assignment as a Marine Raider.

  Rev is quickly thrust into combat. During his first engagement, by both luck and audacity, he manages to kill a Centaur paladin, which is comparable to a medium tank. The battle, however, is lost, and the regiment is decimated.

  More battles follow, some more successful than others. During one, Rev and Tomiko discover a Centaur body, a rarity as the enemy’s vehicles always self-destruct to avoid capture. This is an important discovery and could change the course of the war.

  Not all humans are behind the defense. The Children of Angels believe the Centaurs have arrived to elevate humanity to the next level of existence, and to fight them is to thwart God’s will. When they begin to actively cooperate with the Centaurs, the rest of humanity has to step in. During an operation against the cult, Rev loses an arm while saving the life of a child and is offered something other than a typical prosthesis. The Integrated Hoplological Bionic Unit (IBHU) is a powerful weapons system that he will operate as if it were his natural arm. It is cutting edge technology.

  Now considered a sentient weapons system, Rev is thrust back into combat. Because of his successes and efficiency, more Marines who’d lost arms in combat are recruited into the program. With the Children of Angels defeated, the tide of the war against the Centaurs is shifting.

  The Centaurs attempt a final major offensive. Safe Harbor is one of the planets invaded, and the Marines fight a desperate battle to save their home.

  The Centaurs are thrown off Safe Harbor, and while there are some heavy losses throughout the galaxy, the Centaurs perform a surgical strike on Earth. Anxious to limit damage to the Mother, the Congress of Humanity decides to send in elite teams from the Union and the Manifest Destiny Sphere, who have their own super soldier counterpart to the IBHU Marines.

  Across the Centaur landing sites, these human strike teams quickly take down the Centaurs. Rev, who is the point Marine at Machu Picchu, senses that something is off, and instead of killing the unresisting Centaurs there, discovers that they have set up devices that will destroy the Earth if all of their teams are eliminated. They are holding the planet hostage.

  But Rev and a Manifest Destiny lieutenant avert Earth’s destruction. The war is truly over, and as the situation starts to return to normal, the military forces are being reduced. Rev’s own commitment is over, but there is concern over what to do with the IBHU Marines. Rev decides that he doesn’t want to leave the Marines. He’s found his true calling and cannot imagine giving it up for civilian life again.

  But Rev won’t be spending the next three years on Safe Harbor. Along with almost all of the IBHU Marines, he is offered a position in the Home Guard, the Congress of Humanity’s military arm. The IBHU Marines will join the elite of the other militaries in the service of humanity at large.

  And so begins the next entry in the Sentenced to War Saga, An Uneasy Alliance.

  1

  The Centaur paladin crested the rise, its pedestal traversing to bring its cannon to bear.

  Staff Sergeant Reverent Pelletier, Perseus Union Marine Corps, darted forward and closed the distance. He raised Pashu, his IBHU, from where she hung from his left shoulder where once his organic arm was connected.

  He didn’t have to activate a mechanical trigger of any kind. He merely “thought” it to fire, exactly as if he were pointing. The braided meson beam shot downrange just as the paladin’s cannon zeroed in on Rev. There was a burst of blue as the beam hit the paladin, followed a moment later by a spectacular blast as the enemy armor self-detonated.

  Punch, his battle buddy AI, said.

  Rev spun around, the first paladin forgotten. At 319 meters, this one was too far for Pashu’s cannon, but Rev was well within the enemy’s range, and he’d have to run too far while exposed to get within his firing envelope before being nailed himself.

  He knew his only option was his Morays. He started sprinting to his right as he fired three of his six missiles, each one a quarter-second apart. The paladin reacted, firing its self-defense belt, destroying the first missile and deflecting the second. But before it could fire a second belt, the third missile hit home.

  A Moray was never a sure kill against a paladin, but this time, the missile burned through the enemy armor, setting off a catastrophic explosion, the pedestal cartwheeling thirty meters into the air before it came down with a thud and a cloud of dust.

 

  Rev spun around again. Right in front of him, the cannon muzzle looking huge as Rev could almost look down it, the riever relentlessly closed the distance to him . . . and if he could see down the muzzle, he was within its sights. Rev dove to the ground as the blast fired where he’d been standing an instant before. Firing a Moray from the prone position was likely to drop the missile into the dirt before it could lock on and fly, so with a twitch of his shoulder, he switched Pashu to the 20mm cannon mounted beneath his main gun. Before the rieiver could reacquire him as a target, he fired fifteen jacketless rounds within a period of less than a second.

  With every five rounds a tracer, he watched them cross the intervening space and slam into the riever. The thing’s twelve legs collapsed, and the main body smacked into the ground.

  It didn’t self-detonate, but Rev knew it was dead. He stood up and brushed the dirt off of his front with his right hand as he surveyed the damage.

  “Cease fire, cease fire on Range four-zero-nine.”

  Rev turned back to where a door was opening from the underground range bunker. A smiling Daryll, the Sieben tech rep for the Camp Nguyen IBHUs, came jogging up to him.

  “How did it feel?”

  Rev rotated Pashu, trying to detect the same pulling sensation he’d experienced since the Centaur invasion. There wasn’t anything.

  “Pretty good. Feels like when she was brand new.”

  “Told you the new secondary harness was going to do the trick. The only thing better was going to be taking out the old and putting in the new model, but that would have taken another two months before you could start using it.”

  Which wasn’t going to work, not with Rev’s orders to the Home Guard, the combined force that protected the home system.

  “What about when you fired the twenty? How was the recoil?” Daryll asked as he took out his field scanner.

  Rev had been using a .50 cal coilgun as his projectile weapon, which packed a pretty good punch in its own right. But the modified 20 mm cannon was finally finished, and the brass thought it best if he showed up at the Home Guard maxed out in firepower. There had been some concern that with the degradation of his support harnesses, the recoil of the twenty would be too strong even with the neodymium suppression system installed.

  “Pretty good. Feels fine, in fact.”

  “You say the word, and we’ll put back the fifty. You leave in three weeks, right?”

  Rev nodded as he swung Pashu through her range of motion.

  “OK, then, we’ve still got time. So, what do you think?” Daryll asked.

  Having a 20 mm cannon instead of a .50 cal was pretty impressive, and every Marine in history loved things that made a bigger bang. The only downside was that he’d be sacrificing over a hund
red rounds in his combat load.

  But I sure don’t need to use as many, he told himself as he looked over to the dead riever.

  “No, I’ll keep it.”

  “I told Doctor C you’d say that, even if your shoulder was screaming at you to go back to the fifty.”

  “You’re beginning to understand the Marine mind well, Daryll.”

  “Is your shoulder screaming at you, though? Between you and me?”

  “No, it really does feel OK.”

  Which was a relief. He’d been suffering during the entire fight for Safe Harbor. His original harness had started to break free, and the connection to his shoulder stub hadn’t been designed correctly to take the constant beating and stress he was putting on it. Right now, though, he almost felt human again.

  “What about Lieutenant Macek and the other two? They getting these mods, too?”

  “All four of you are. Six of you, if you count everyone. You’re going to be a long way from home, so we don’t want anyone to start breaking down like you guys did. We just needed you to test the mods first.”

  “So, I’m the guinea pig?”

  “Hell, Rev. You’re IBHU Number 1. You’ve always been the guinea pig.”