The Wereghost Menace

By Rod Spurgeon

When a wereghost invades an otherwise routine delivery mission aboard the Starcruiser Galaxy, the crew of the venerable craft must find a way to eliminate it. The task proves more complicated than expected when the true origin of the creature reveals a vile secret that a powerful government will stop at nothing to keep hidden from public knowledge.

Join the crew of the Galaxy on Halloween night as they encounter strange ghosts, combat powerful government battleships, struggle with past and present relationships, and contemplate which outfits to wear to the costume party.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rod Spurgeon
• Release date: May 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463372913

Rod Spurgeon

Rod Spurgeon is a full-time writer with a passion for testing the limits of the improbable. His desire to explore the unknown is born from a love of science fiction that began when he was but a mere seedling on another plane of existence. Whether that consists of transcendence or daydreaming behind a desk is still a matter of heated debate. Beyond a strong appetite for writing fiction, Rod also operates the fraud defense website ownyourdefense.net, blogs for several websites, and enjoys testing the tensile strength of gym equipment. When the construction of fantastic universes with his nifty Razor mechanical keyboard won’t satiate his burning desire to create, a heavy set of dumbbells or learning a new fraud prevention technique will do. “The universe is what you make of it... ...just be sure to bring enough StimCap with you for the journey home.” – Rod Spurgeon Visit starcruisergalaxy.com for the latest information on the Adventures of the Starcruiser Galaxy. Visit ownyourdefense.net for the latest tips on staying safe and secure against fraudsters.

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OWN THE ENTIRE STARCRUISER GALAXY COLLECTION

BY

ROD J. SPURGEON

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Who Blew Up My Ship?

The Wereghost Menace

A Very Goober Christmas

The Vampire Clones of Clegz

Galaxy Chronicles

Galaxy Diaries

Brakka’s Zombie Armada

THE WEREGHOST MENACE

By Rod J. Spurgeon

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Copyright © 2012 Rod J. Spurgeon

All Rights Reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any manner without the prior written consent of the publisher, except in the case of brief excerpts in critical reviews or articles.

A Tioran Publishing release.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

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I’m not wearing a costume for Halloween, Steve said. He waved his hand dismissively. That stuff is for kids.

There’ll be girls at the party, Goober said. A hopeful gleam of anticipation glinted in his eyes.

Steve raised his eyebrows. I’ll be there at seven. Now, where can I find a cowboy hat and spurs on short notice?

CHAPTER ONE

GIVE IT BACK!

No, I am not dressing up as a pirate, Captain Mintax said. He sat comfortably in his large command chair aboard the Starcruiser Galaxy reviewing a cargo manifest from their latest transport mission, barely noticing the familiar humming noises of the ship’s bridge.

Andre Goober Gu’ber, the ship’s communications specialist, peered at a star chart on the holographic display above his console. His eyebrows raised at the dismissive comment and he swiveled in his chair to face Mintax.

But, Captain, it’s Halloween. I thought you told me you were going to dress as a pirate for the scary holo-vid marathon and dance party tonight.

Mintax reluctantly tore his gaze away from the holographic display projected in front of him and turned to face the teen. What I said was ‘it would be just our luck to have pirates attempt to steal the ship while we’re on the planet’s surface.’ I didn’t say anything about dressing up as one of those bastards.

Goober looked at the green, contoured ceiling while recalling their earlier conversation over breakfast in the Stargazers Lounge, the ship’s formerly luxurious but now strictly utilitarian dining area. After a few seconds, his eyes opened wide in revelation. Oh, yeah. You’re right. Well, maybe you can dress up as a snorkel fish. I love the way they wiggle around when they swim, and they look so cute with that long tube sticking out of their heads.

Mintax frowned. "I am not dressing up as anything. It’s a costume optional festival. I don’t see the sense in dressing up like something I’m not."

Goober nodded slowly, paused, and then shook his head. I don’t get it. I dress up every year, and I always have a lot of fun. Didn’t you ever dress up when you were a kid?

Turing back to his display screen, Mintax opened his mouth to reply. Instead, he paused, stared blankly at the ship’s massive, curved main viewscreen nestled in the dark green wall, and sighed. You can dress up as whatever you want, Goober. It’s just not for me.

Mintax deactivated his command screen and stood. I’m going down to check the cargo. The Zentu chip count is off by one, and I won’t have the Gitora Fulcrum coming after me to pay for the missing chip. They hired us to transport 225 chips from their base on Kogligal to their Jut headquarters, and 225 is what they’re going to get.

It’s a good thing the company had a job for us, or we might not have made the festival this year on Jut. Isn’t it, Captain?

Yeah, good thing, Mintax replied in a monotone voice. He stepped into the transport chamber at the rear of the bridge and tapped the code for the cargo deck into the control screen. Snorkel fish, he scoffed aloud while shaking his head.

The chamber door swished shut, and the transport activated.

* * *

Mintax finished counting the collection of 224 thumbnail-sized, dark blue Zentu chips in their hard, gray case and mumbled something unintelligible out of frustration. Where the heck is that damn chip?

He began recounting the collection of chips for the third time when he heard a pained growl. He turned around and spotted a transparent figure that resembled a distorted werewolf with pointed ears, an elongated nose, and a coat of black and gray fur covering its body. The creature wore a turquoise medical gown and floated four inches off the ground. It stared at its own long, deadly claws with a furrowed brow and bared razor-sharp teeth.

Mintax blinked several times in disbelief at the apparition across the room. He narrowed his gaze at it. Who are you? How did you get aboard my ship?

"What happened