FREEDOM Legends

By Stephen Arseneault

The exciting first book of the FREEDOM series. For 500 generations Humans have been addicted to a drug called Shackle. We are slaves to the alien species of the galaxy. Bought, traded, sold, and hunted for sport. Our value is measured only in credits. But a virus is sweeping through the Human population, altering a gut bacteria and making Humans immune to Shackle's addiction. As we become aware of our condition, we begin to yearn for freedom. Will the legends of our past be enough to show us the way?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stephen Arseneault
• Release date: Sep 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370789566

Stephen Arseneault

Welcome...I came to this planet fifty some odd years ago. After exiting my mother's portal, the doctor slapped me around until I started breathing the oxygen. I'll admit, at the time, I had no idea what I was doing or where I was. Being an infant Human, I was completely reliant on the responsible actions of others. It was a time that I have largely forgotten.I reside in Central Florida with the wife and children. After thirty years in engineering, my time is now spent chronicling the adventures of fictitious heroes. They are off-world, fighting the good fight. For me? I'm stuck here on this planet in this feeble existence that we Humans are all forced to endure.So, I ask you this... do you wish to escape the bonds of this surly planet we call Earth? Are you looking for a bit more adventure than what the grocery store has to offer? Do you worry about being enslaved by alien androids or six-eyed alien goats with lasers? Pew, pew, pew!Yeah, that's what I thought. Asking yourself those questions and getting back an answer is the first hurdle to cross in the race to get off this world. Sounds like you are ready to venture out, to put this place behind you.So crack open one of my books. Take to the heavens and let me shout this out to those who remain: "Watch out universe! Another Human is on the loose!"Take care and I hope you have a great day!StephenI sometimes discount an ebook the first few days after a release. Join the email list to find out when! Also, for a free copy of the ebook 'THE SQUAD', along with notifications and release dates, join the notification list [e-mail] also enjoy reader feedback!

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FREEDOM

(Vol. 1)

Legends

By

Stephen Arseneault

Published By:

Stephen Arseneault

Copyright © 2017-2018 Stephen Arseneault

"Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally."

—Abraham Lincoln

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Novels written by Stephen Arseneault

SODIUM Series (six novels)

A six-book series that takes Man from his first encounter with aliens all the way to a fight for our all-out survival. Do we have what it takes to rule the galaxy?

AMP Series (eight novels)

Cast a thousand years into the future beyond SODIUM. This eight-book series chronicles the struggles of Don Grange, a simple package deliveryman, who is thrust into an unimaginable role in the fight against our enemies. Can we win peace and freedom after a thousand years of war?

OMEGA Series (eight novels)

Cast two thousand years into the future beyond AMP. The Alliance is crumbling. When corruption and politics threaten to throw the allied galaxies into chaos, Knog Beutcher gets caught in the middle. Follow along as our hero is thrust into roles that he never expected nor sought. Espionage, intrigue, political assassinations, rebellions and full-on revolutions, they are all coming to Knog Beutcher's world!

HADRON Series (eight novels)

HADRON is a modern day story unrelated to the SODIUM-AMP-OMEGA trilogy series. After scientists using the Large Hadron Collider discover dark matter, the world is plunged into chaos. Massive waves of electromagnetic interference take out all grid power and forms of communication the world over. Cities go dark, food and water supplies are quickly used up, and marauders rule the highways. Months after the mayhem begins, and after mass starvation has taken its toll, a benevolent alien species arrives from the stars. Only, are they really so benevolent? Find out in HADRON as Man faces his first real challenge to his dominance of Earth!

ARMS Series (eight novels)

ARMS is cast in one possible future, where Earth was nearing an apocalyptic event. Two competing colony ships were built, taking five million inhabitants each through a wormhole to a pair of newly discovered planets. The planets were settled and not long after the colonies looked to the surrounding star systems for ownership and expansion, which led to a centuries-long war between them. A truce was declared after the aggressor side began to lose ground.

Tawnish Freely and Harris Gruberg are genetically engineered Biomarines. Their lives have been dedicated to fighting the war. With a truce declared, they find themselves struggling to find work among a population that fears them. Work is found only by delving into the delivery of illegal arms to the outer colonies. Things go awry when they discover their illicit dealings may just be the catalyst that brings back the Great War. They are determined to prevent that from happening.

FREEDOM Series (six novels)

After a period of domination over the lesser alien species of the galaxy, humanity finds itself enslaved for nearly five hundred generations. A highly addictive drug called Shackle has made Humans little more than worker drones. They are abused, sold, traded, and hunted, valued only in credits. But a mysterious virus is sweeping through the Human population, altering gut bacteria, making them immune to the drug that subjugates them. Humans are becoming aware of their condition. They will fight for their freedom.

QUANTUM Series (eleven novels)

A lifetime lived in under a minute...

Impossible, everyone thought.

Until now.

An Opamari scientist has found a way. By cloning a subject and sending the clone back in time, the subject can live the clone's entire life in less than a minute of sleep.

But all actions have consequences. Playing with the past can be disastrous for the present.

When a ruthless tycoon steals the technology, the future of the galaxy is at risk. Will humans, after being slaughtered by the Opamari more than 50,000 years before, be resurrected by the tycoon's actions?

If you love science fiction intertwined with time travel and historical fiction, the Quantum saga will keep you burning through the pages late into the night!

Find them all at www.arsenex.com

Chapter 1

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Planet Caloran A.D. 12,416...

Never met an alien I liked, Jamus Turnbull said as he spat on the dry earth. Fly 'em all straight into a star for all I care. The hoe he swung tossed off a swirl of dust before cutting deep under another piece of parched sod.

As the ground began to shake and a rumble was heard, Jamus and the others briefly stopped and raised up. They watched as a distant freighter lifted off. With hoppers no doubt filled with last season's grain from the silos, it was heading toward the heavens and the rest of the Empire.

Jamus removed his Gilligan-style hat, the same hat worn in the fields by all the workers, its rim stained yellow and brown from sweat, the same sweat he now wiped from his brow. The harsh sun glistened off the top of his balding head, his sand-colored hair now only covered its sides and back. The developing lines on his face gave him jowls and showed his age. He was fifty-seven. An age when many Humans were sent to the games because of lower productivity. Jamus always made certain he wouldn't be one of them.

Master Hallik hasn't been all bad, Daniel Pike, the worker standing next to him replied. We've had worse.

Jamus scoffed. You back on the Smudge or what?

The dirt-faced youth scratched the tip of his nose with his sleeve before taking another swing. No. Been two seasons now. You know I don't need it.

A dry clod of dirt was pulled up and flipped over. Why would you like Hallik? Jamus questioned with a scowl. He's just another watcher like the rest of 'em. They all think they're superior to us. Well, I've got news for 'em, we ain't half-awake anymore. And mark my words... we're gonna make 'em pay one day. Humans will rise up. Jamus spat again. The sandy-brown, ultra-dry soil eagerly soaked up the spittle. One day Humans will be running this cesspool of a galaxy and all the high-and-mighty will be swinging these tools instead of us.

Daniel glanced around with concern. If you gotta be saying that, whisper. Everyone else here is still hooked.

On the midsize agri-planet they worked, their farm was one of thousands just like it. Twelve million Human slaves toiled in the fields under the supervision of Hallik, the overseer of Caloran and parts of two other colonies of Betuaon. The Betuaon State, a collection of fourteen inhabited worlds, boasted more than a half billion Human workers... all addicted to the drug called Shackle.

Known as Smudge to Humans for its obvious side effects, Shackle was a highly addictive substance that had turned all of humanity, both young and old, into little more than drone workers. Aside from a basic education that was given to all, ending at the age of ten empire-standard years, their lives were nothing but work.

For five hundred generations, Humans had been considered the lowest form of sentient life in the Realm of the Markux Empire. That had been the circumstance since the Human fleet had been betrayed and seized at the battle of Galos IV. It was an event that moved Man into abject slavery and eventually Shackle dependence.

Five hundred generations had been born into an existence where their lives were traded for a handful of credits or the odd favor. They were hunted for sport and often worked to death. Shackle was cheap and plentiful, not affecting the other species of the Realm. The cravings that came from being on the Smudge had been more than enough to keep the slaves in line and working. And as a bonus, it left all Humans with muted emotional responses, they just didn't seem to care.

But a mysterious virus was showing up in the Human populations, and though painful, and sometimes deadly, a byproduct of the infection was the alteration of a bacteria in the Human digestive tract. Once the infection had subsided, the altered bacteria served to neutralize the addictive effects of Shackle, leaving the workers aware of their prior condition. With that awareness came intelligent thought, and a yearning to once again be masters of themselves.

A flock of har-crows scattered as the shift-horn blew. Jamus, Daniel, and the others turned for the mud, stick, and thatch shanty village they called home. Jamus again wiped his brow and took a swig from his canteen, swishing it in his mouth as they walked.

He spat it on the dusty ground. Rains are ten days overdue now. If they don't start soon, this planting will fail.

Daniel glanced around at the horizon. I overheard it's the same on all eight continents. I still don't get why they don't let us dam up that river and irrigate from it.

Jamus grabbed his arm and whispered. First off, we're not supposed to be smart enough to think of that. Second, they fear it will somehow affect fish stocks or something. Hallik was discussing that with one of his toadies last time they were here. Regardless, this season goes bad, they'll move us. Not that this is any paradise, but the farms are a much better option than the mines. They put you in on a new pay-streak and you aren't likely to ever see daylight again.

You ever been in a mine?

Once. Jamus scowled. Was on a crew that came in to finish out a run of coal on Gatumon II. Half the current crew of eight thousand were dead from an explosion and cave-in. Our farm was under-performing, so they took us. We had to dig the dead free and haul out the bodies. A quarter of the new crew perished by the time we finished that vein. Didn't much matter to those miners though. They were all smudgers. They just did as they were told and moved on.

Other than us, how many others have you come across who were immune?

Two. Jamus sighed and looked at the ground as he walked. I could tell they were aware, but neither one would admit it. Both lived in fear of being noticed by a watcher. I think Martin may be with us. He had that black virus. He's been acting strange lately.

As the group walked the two kilometers across the fields in a southerly direction, a hover drone circled in from the east. The low-frequency vibration from its gravity-wave generator reverberated through their bodies as it took position just above them. The workers continued to trudge across the dusty soil toward their huts, as if unknowing or uncaring about the alien craft. Several minutes of observance with nothing unusual saw the drone speeding off toward a village to the west.

In the distance, the shift-horn from the next farm could be heard, sounding five minutes behind the horn of their Caloran farm, designated DOA2456.

*****

Jamus stood over a wooden sink as Daniel cranked up and down on a pump handle. The cool water from eighty meters below splashed over his head and rinsed through his hair, the waste water and dirt of the day spiraled down the drain to be captured in a gray-water cistern outside. The water would be used to hydrate the handful of gerrus-pigs Hallik had bestowed on his workers after the prior season's harvest had gone well.

Since conquering the addiction, Jamus had also become aware of how filthy the Humans surrounding him in the fields were. Every surface and crevice of his body was now scrubbed as well as could be done. He donned a set of hut-clothes once the wash was complete. Daniel followed, as Jamus returned the favor of working the pump.

After dressing, they left the wash-hut and returned to their hovel. As Daniel sat on a chair at their meager, two-person table, Jamus turned to see a scowling Martin Gecka standing in the doorway.

Jamus, the more seasoned farmer, moved closer, peering out the door behind the visitor before gesturing with his head for him to come inside. You don't have the cravings anymore. I can see it in your eyes.

Martin was a big man, standing a full head above Jamus. The hard muscles on his arms jutted from the tattered shirt he had worn out in the fields. His well-tanned, dust-covered skin looked tougher than leather, giving him both an intimidating and ultra-rugged appearance.

I've been noticing things lately.

Things? Jamus tilted his head to the side as he asked.

The two of you talk as you work. The rest are quiet.

We can all talk. Our parents talked. Everyone in this village talks.

Martin slowly shook his head. Not like the two of you. The monster of a man glanced over his shoulder toward the dining hut. The rest of them are lining up at the barrel full of pills for their daily allotment of Smudge. You two don't seem interested. Neither am I. And I suspect you know something as to why.

Jamus pointed to the empty chair as he took a seat on the end of his single bed. Have a seat. You're like us now, Martin. We're immune to the effects of that drug. We can see and understand where we are and what we're doing. And you can't reveal this to anyone else. The Betuaons will hurry us off for dissection and study.

And how would you know this?

Hallik and his staff talk freely when they're around us. How long have you been aware?

Most of this past season. It happened after an illness. You?

Yes. The gut virus. For me it's been twelve seasons now. Daniel has been aware for two. And as I said, we must keep this secret. Our lives depend on it. Have you noticed the different behavior in anyone else?

The Bachran girl, Greta. And her sister. And Dester Marr has gone strangely silent around the dinner fire of late. After his Smudge, he has always been one to run his mouth.

Jamus nodded. He was sick a few weeks ago. He may just now be turning. Don't trust him. Old habits die hard, and in his confused state he may be eager to trade knowledge of us for favors. It would of course mean his own death as well, but he wouldn't be of mind to realize that.

You seem to know a lot. Maybe too much.

Twelve seasons of watching and listening. How long have the Bachran girls displayed these symptoms?

All this season, just like me.

Jamus sighed. "We must be extremely careful, but we need to bring them into this group. We need to bring everyone who is now seeing into this group. We can't risk a single discovery, or nosing around by the Betuaons will follow. Do you feel confident enough to approach them? The girls? They're both of breeding age, and you have yet to take a wife."

Daniel volunteered. I could talk to them.

Jamus smirked. You're too young. The others might find that request strange. The younger Bachran, Kerena, is three cycles your senior. Martin is of the right age for either.

The thatch and mud hut shook as gravity waves from a dozen converging drones pushed down on it. The constant hum of the overseer's ship followed as it settled on the ground outside. A swirl of dust came through the hut doorway. Jamus, Daniel, and Martin moved to the opening just in time to see Hallik calmly walking down a ramp with a wry smile on his alien face.

*****

The three Humans stood in the opening with nervous stares. Was this it? Had they been caught? What behavior had given them away? Had the master come to take them for dissection? Morbid thoughts screamed through their heads.

Hallik walked up to Jamus, looking directly at the chest of the much taller Human for several seconds before raising his eyes with a grin. Hmm. You... Jamus Turnbull... you will come with me, as will your two friends here.

What have we done, Master?

Hallik turned, looking over his shoulder as he walked back to the ramp, two armed guards at his sides. You may drop the charade, Mr. Turnbull. I know you're immune. I've been watching you for some time. Klatic, bring the Bachran girls and that oaf Dester Marr.

Jamus stopped as he stepped onto the ramp, the urge in his head was to run, but there was nowhere he could go and not be found. Where are you taking us?

Hallik smiled. Ah, the magic question. A question only the aware would ask. You will have to practice your... smudginess, Mr. Turnbull. If one knows the signs, you are not difficult to detect. Since you seem compelled to be noticed, perhaps you should all wear red shirts so you will stand out more from the others.

I've done well enough concealing it. How long have you known? About me that is?

Your behavior came to my attention six years ago in the mines of Gatumon. You placed a cloth over your mouth while working. An action that is encouraged in every mine, but rarely seen. Since that time I've noted your obsession with hygiene. The other Humans rarely bathe. You and Mr. Pike bathe on a daily basis."

Jamus smacked his own forehead. Baths... can't sleep when I'm dirty. And I didn't want that dust from the mines in my lungs. So why is it you waited until now to grab me?

That caring about your health and cleanliness, that intelligent thought, it's what first drew my attention. I must commend you, for other than those transgressions I would not have been able to distinguish your work or efforts from the others. You are indeed good at hiding it. As is Mr. Pike here, since you've taken him under your wing. With the others I was able to spot them through their recent behavior. As to the wait... I was in need of time to find a use for each of you. I now have one.

Hallik followed the threesome up the ramp before opening a door and gesturing for them to enter a room. Padded benches lined three walls.

Please, have a seat. When the others arrive, we will have much to discuss.

Hallik and his armed assistants exited the room.

Martin Gecka looked at Jamus. What have you done to us?

The veteran farmer scowled. Me? I haven't done anything. This is all new to me too. I've worked hard at keeping my head down. And all for what, so I could grind out a few more years of hard life as a farmer? I'm thinking now maybe I should have volunteered for the dissection years ago.

Daniel said, You don't mean that. If you don't have hope, who of us does? Or should?

Jamus Turnbull set his forehead in his hand, his elbow propped on his leg. The door opened and the other three aware farmers were pushed inside.

Wait here. The master will be with you in a moment.

The girls sat as Dester Marr paced. What is this? What is happening?

Martin stood directly in his path with a scowl. Sit and shut your mouth.

Dester returned a scowl of his own, sitting on a bench by himself. The Bachran girls took a seat next to Daniel, the least intimidating figure in the room.

Daniel nodded and smiled. Hello.

The girls remained silent.

Hallik reentered the room, a grin on his face. Jamus let out a sigh as his mind envisioned a half dozen Empire doctors cutting into his body with blades. Martin raised a chin in defiance. Dester Marr scowled. The Bachran girls and Daniel returned worried looks.

Perfect! Hallik clasped his hands together. My new team of Human conspirators.

Jamus raised his head. What?

The six of you, you are now my intelligent and cunning Human team. I have big plans for the lot of you. You cooperate and there will be perks. You cause trouble or disobey and there will be death, or torture, or torture and death. Now that you're aware, I'll let you decide. Hallik's expression turned into a coy smile.

What exactly are you expecting of us?

The overseer's smile turned into a wide grin, wider than normal for a Brekan. You will be my spies! The eyes and ears of Hallik!

Spies?

Yes. Have any of you ever worked in a factory?

Dester slowly raised a hand. Been twenty cycles, but I done it way back. Ran a machine stamping metal plates. Got replaced by a machine and was sold off to you for farming.

Perfect. You will be my factory worker. An associate of mine, Pilor, owns a mill that is in competition with one I operate. His product is superior even though it appears we use the same suppliers, and the same contents with the same proportions. You will be rented to Pilor—through a third party of course—for work in his factory. You will be my eyes and ears. The rest of you will be Mr. Marr's planners. You will question the information he returns daily and will determine what exactly Pilor's advantage is.

You want us to report on another master? Jamus asked. And why so many of us?

If this venture proves successful, I foresee this group taking on more tasks. Hallik leaned in with a stern expression. And it will be successful, right, Mr. Turnbull? His expression again turned to a smile.

Hallik began to pace the room with his hands clasped behind his back. Future assignments may require a young girl or boy, or perhaps muscle like our friend Martin here. You see, I have many competitors in a variety of industries and trades. You will be my great equalizers, as I said, my eyes and ears. And the more successful you are, the greater autonomy you will acquire, and the more perks you will receive.

Dester said, We don't know the first thing about being spies.

Hallik nodded. Not to worry. You will soon be meeting with my newest employee, Bersa. She's an individual who, let's say, is on the outs with the Betuaon government. Intelligence was her tradecraft for many years. An unfortunate incident lost her favor. She will be your teacher and you her willing and eager students.

Jamus said, I don't get why you're doing this. I thought the Realm was all divided up and you masters had it easy. Don't you personally run several colonies?

Parts of, yes, and those colonies compete in trade with other colonies. The same happens between States. Bersa was previously employed by Betuaon State. The Markux Empire is a very competitive place, Mr. Turnbull. It is also very political. Spies are usually limited to managers who are of other alien persuasions, primarily the Girda. They are also very easy to detect and to turn, always giving in to the highest bidder. Humans, however… no one would suspect Humans who are addicted to Shackle of being spies. I'm almost giddy with excitement over the thought.

Bersa entered the room. A sinister looking alien of the Girda species, she was a thin biped of modest height. The Girda had ultra-white skin, greasy black hair, and dark eyes. She cleared her throat before speaking in a raspy voice. Good evening. Her beady eyes surveyed the room. You look like an average group of Humans. This will do nicely, Master Hallik. Very nicely. When can we begin training?

Hallik smiled. Who's the eager one? You will have them soon enough, Bersa. They have yet to even accept my offer.

Jamus asked, Do we have a choice?

Hallik tilted his head to one side in jest. "I said you did. Join and live a much better quality of life than you were…