Space Refugees: Star Warriors

By Mikey Robert Simpson

Space Refugees is book 3 of the Star Warriors Sci-Fi adventure book series. Mars Magellan finds himself and his companions at the end of rough tactics that are designed to eliminate any evidence of his existence on the space-station Maverick. As a result of this unwanted attention, they leave behind their past careers in space exploration and find themselves looking for a new world to call home.
Read the full instalment of the novel in these gripping ebooks: Book 1 - Spaceboy Mars, Book 2 - Space Recall, Book 3 - Space Refugees, Book 4 - New World, Book 5 - The Uprising

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wingback Books
• Release date: Oct 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301662425

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Star Warriors

Space Refugees

Book Three

By Mikey Robert Simpson

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Copyright 2013 Mikey Robert Simpson

Space Refugees

Mars had the strangest feeling. He was light and floating with his feet off the floor, he was being carried along in someone’s arms. He felt uncertain but content. He felt safe and secure, and recognised his surroundings. The familiar, sweet smell of pine tree’s drifted on the air. They made their way along a sheltered path through a small clump of trees. He could see patches of sunlight dancing on the dusty dirt floor. A few more steps and the shade of the trees was replaced with a wave of warmth as the sun pounded down on them from a cloudless sky.

In front of him Mars could see gigantic boulders scattered amongst the hills, he could see a panoramic view below him, which looked across a landscape that had a mountain range and in the distance a tropical rainforest.

Mars recognised the pebble like boulders, and as they approached along a winding path, he entered a place of happiness where he had memories of playing in maize of rooms, days out in the forest and swimming in nearby lakes. He had memories of people protecting him and safeguarding the exact land he was walking through. It was a place he knew well, a world of familiar phrases and customs a place he could feel at home.

It was his first vivid memory from his past; it was a glimpse of his childhood of which he knew remarkably little about. Just as the boy began to understand his thoughts, the dreams began to fade until he regained consciousness.

Mars woke with a dizzy head. He felt sick and had a cold sweat on the brow of his forehead. He looked around but could not get his bearings; the objects in front of him appeared fuzzy. He rubbed his eyes and his vision improved slightly to reveal the grey and white interior of the space ship. Everything looked familiar, the feel of the seat the smell of the cabin and the sound of the engines powering the craft through space. He realised he had a strong connection to his surroundings, the familiarities brought flashback’s of the day Wolfe had found him clinging onto life in this very compartment. He sighed and thought how lucky he was to be alive. He felt at his scar above his left eye, and ran his index finger along it. Tears formed in his eyes. Why did he struggle to remember his life before those fateful moments?

He had recovered physically from his wounds and time had helped him to forget the feelings of loneliness, through bonds with his adopted family the Magellan's, but could he ever make a full emotional recovery so that he would remember his true past? He sat and composed himself and noticed over the noise of the engines a beeping from the cockpit. He looked over to Cappella, and his mother who were still unconscious as was Sheriff Marshall who lay by their feet, his bleeding leg had stopped.

The beeping continued in the background and Mars now feeling rather inquisitive sat up in his seat, quickly unlocked his belt and walked slowly toward the cockpit to look inside. Wolfe was slumped forward held in his seat by straps. Mars could not tell if it were exhaustion or the shock of the crafts acceleration that had put Wolfe into such an uncomfortable position.

Mars saw the illuminated controls; he looked for the speed, direction and energy reserve gauges hidden between points of data, all were greyed out. He noticed there was also a small compact laptop with a blank screen lodged in between two monitors. The boy wondered what it could be for? Should it be switched off? He dare not touch it. The craft seemed to be flying all right so he knelt down at the side of Wolfe to marvel the delightful view of space in front of them. Stars were zipping by, and the colours were of an every changing spectrum of black shades. To his left he could see a cluster of stars in an orange outburst. To his right he could see patches of vivid cyan, and in front of the craft he could see an object way off in the distance that shone the brightest of them all. It was a sun, which outshone any other space object around it. Rays streamed toward and then past the cockpit like an optic cable lighting the way into the future. Mars was excited he had never seen anything like this before! ‘He could not remembered being in space, and he certainly had not travelled at this speed before or had he?’

A few moments past as he checked on Wolfe who’s hand moved a little before, the man groaned in pain, suddenly Wolfe’s eyes opened slightly as he looked at his son with a weak smile. The man’s head was bruised, his lip swollen. He rubbed his face in a clockwise motion as if to wipe the cobwebs of his sleep away. Tears formed in his eyes. He lay back in the seat and wearily checked the controls, he pointed with his right index finger at the monitors and closed one eye to concentrate on the lack