Planet X91 Unwelcome Visitor

By Mark Stewart

While the colony vote on who will be on the council Florian and Reltso are stunt flying a shuttle. They have to bail out when the craft is hit by five sonic waves. The shuttle explodes. Will Florian and Reltso survive? A battle cruiser appears. The Supreme Ruler of the Cynga species wants information. When he attacks Kelsey the alien is informed he has out stayed his welcome. Trying to get him to leave by the conventional method proves impossible. Josh must revert to another idea if they never want to see the alien again. Going back in time to save their enemy, Evelina, just to give the alien what he wants is not an option.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Stewart
• Release date: Oct 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311379573

Mark Stewart

Mark Stewart is an acclaimed author. He loves to write fiction right across the board from romance adventure to crime and onwards to science fiction. His fast paced novels will keep you on the edge of your seat from the first word to the last.Mark lives in Melbourne Australia and tries to keep to the Aussie lingo and customs. His only gripe is he never has enough time to feed the writing enthusiasm inside him.Mark lives in the picturesque region of the Mornington Peninsula, a full one hour drive from Melbourne.He has been married to his wonderful patient wife for over thirty years. He has four adult children and two grand children. Everywhere he looks there is a story waiting to be told.Contact Mark to leave a comment about one of his books or just to say gidday, (hi) he would love to hear from you.email: [e-mail] reviews are gratefully accepted.To all the readers who follow Mark's work. Thank you.

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PLANET X91

UNWELCOME VISITOR

Book 12

Mark Stewart

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ISBN: 9781311379573

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Cover design: Joe Hart

By Mark Stewart

The Kendal chronicles

Fire games

Heart of a spider

I know your secret

Kiss on the bridge

Kiss on the bridge two

Kiss on the bridge three

Kiss on the bridge trilogy

The perfect gift

Blood red rose

Blood red rose two

Blood red rose three

Blood red rose trilogy

Legendary Blue Diamond

Legendary blue diamond two

Legendary blue diamond three

Legendary blue diamond trilogy

Don’t Tell My Secret (series)

201 May Street

The girl from Emerald Hill

Ladies’ Club

Book of secrets

Mistress

Kiss on the bridge

Kiss on the bridge two

Kiss on the bridge three

Timeless Sayings

In this series

Planet X91 the beginning

Planet X91 the new home

Planet X91 the underwater cave

Planet X91 the storm

Planet X91 the drought

Planet X91 the fire

Planet X91 the plague

Planet X91 the doorway to time

Planet X91 the new earth

Planet X91 alien amongst us

Planet X91 wayward asteroid

Planet X91 the unwelcome visitor

Planet X91 the Derelict

Planet X91 the hidden catacombs

Planet X91 descending into ID

Planet X91Pre-Beginning

Planet X91 sleeping disease

Planet X91 black hole

Planet X91 Decadence

Planet X91 Evelina is reborn

Planet X91 Clay gets a girlfriend

Planet X91 Lochabar returns

Planet X91 The finale

PLANET X91

UNWELCOME VISITOR

Book 12

CHAPTER ONE

FOR THE third time in as many minutes Reltso slowly brought the shuttle out of the three-hundred and sixty-degree loop. Before Florian could catch her breath, the shuttle barrel rolled. Inwardly Reltso counted the rolls. After completing the seventh, he noted how Florian was enjoying the stunt flying. By the look on her face, Reltso could tell she loved every minute. After all, she did confess she wanted to have some fun. For what it was worth, Florian Fawkes deserved it.

The weather seemed perfect for stunt flying. No wind blew across the desert sand dunes. The clouds were infrequent. The next storm front wasn’t due to arrive for at least a week.

Reltso’s next series of anti-clockwise corkscrew tumbles followed by a vertical climb to the stratosphere didn’t last long. At the height of forty-one thousand feet above sea level, the shuttle was violently buffeted by what he thought might have been a strong gust of wind. The console lights dimmed and went out. Sparks rained down from the many switches built into the roof of the passenger shuttle. The forward motion of the shuttle slowed. The engines stalled and fell mute. For a few moments, the shuttle hovered. In complete silence, the shuttle began plummeting toward the desert landscape far below. Reltso’s military training instantly kicked in. He reached up, pushing the parachute activation button.

The chute failed to leave the long narrow compartment.

Florian reached up to re-push the switch.

A bright flash illuminated the nose section of the shuttle. Reltso and Florian looked behind them at the same time. They saw Josh’s image staring at them.

Forget about trying to deploy the chute. The electronics have been fried. Make a move, Josh yelled.

What have you done? Florian rasped.

There’s no time to explain. Get to the hatch and bail out, spoke Josh’s transparent holographic image.

Florian unlatched her harness. Reltso mirrored her move. He grabbed the teenager by the arm and yanked her out of the seat.

It’s time to leave. The shuttle is a falling block of metal.

How and why could this happen? she probed.

I have no idea, and there’s no time to figure it out. If we don’t bail out, we won’t be walking away from the crash.

While more electronics shorted out over the entire shuttle, Reltso half dragged Florian to the hatch. Hundreds of sparks fell about their feet. For a few short moments, the shuttle remained level before slowly tilting nose first at the sand covered ground.

Reltso opened a small compartment next to the main hatch. He snatched up the only parachute. Florian began winding the handle to open the hatch. She watched Reltso reach out and clip the belt around her waist. The wind created by the falling shuttle started screaming through the gap in the opening hatch.

At the speed we’re falling, one chute won’t be large enough to stop two people from falling to their death, screamed Florian.

Reltso boasted a knowing expression. The cold air pouring through the gap froze Florian’s tears.

I know, yelled Reltso.

He finished securing the belt around her waist. Pulling her hand away from the manual handle he clasped it and wound the handle at speed. The hatch opened faster.

I’m not going to jump alone, yelled Florian.

Yes, you will.

I’m not going to argue. We’ll do this together and hope for the best.

I’m staying. You’re going. If I have to throw you out through the open hatch, I’ll do it, said Reltso. We have about five seconds before we are level with the only cloud in the sky. Florian, it’s time to grow up. Get set to bail out. If it’s any consolation, I think you’ve done a great service to the colony. After you jump, I’ll get back into the nose section and try to restart at least one of the engines.

Josh reported the electrics had rendered the engines incapable of restarting.

It’s okay, yelled Reltso.

Florian reached for the buckle on the waist belt. There was no way she was going to jump alone. They’d bail out together or not at all."

A bright light materialized behind them. Josh announced his presence for the second time.

Bail out now, he said in a ghostly calm.

The chute won’t save us both, warned Florian.

It doesn’t have to. Trust me on this one. Jump now. The shuttle is at ten thousand feet.

A few more turns of the small handle and