Tyche's Fury: Tyche Origins, #4

By Richard Parry

Someone wants to hire October Kohl. First mistake.

Trypso's a trash rock full of wannabe Yakuza and people too slow to leave. Kohl wants out. Fast.

When the syndicate offers him a way off-planet—just deliver a sealed package and don't ask questions—Kohl jumps. Easy money. No strings. And enough credits to disappear.

But when a rival gang picks up his trail, Kohl's simple job turns into a planetary mess. Now he's stuck in a gunfight, guarding a package he doesn't understand, and hitching a ride with an irritatingly white-knite captain from the losing side of the war.

If they can work together, they might make it out.

If they can't, someone's getting spaced.

Tyche's Fury is the fourth story in Richard Parry's Tyche Origins hexalogy. If you like sharp dialogue, explosive action, and one man too angry to quit, grab your copy today—or pick up the full Tyche Origins collection now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richard Parry
• Release date: Dec 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9780995109032

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Tyche’s Fury

TYCHE’S FURY

A SPACE OPERA ADVENTURE STORY

TYCHE ORIGINS

BOOK 4

RICHARD PARRY

Richard Parry

CONTENTS

You’re Awesome

Roll for Narrative

A Saki Deal

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Tyche’s Grace

A War of the Mind

Grace Gushiken was supposed to stay locked away.

Glossary

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Also by Richard Parry

TYCHE’S FURY copyright © 2018 Richard Parry.

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TYCHE’S FURY

SOMEONE WANTS TO HIRE OCTOBER KOHL. FIRST MISTAKE.

Trypso’s a trash rock full of wannabe Yakuza and people too slow to leave. Kohl wants out. Fast.

When the syndicate offers him a way off-planet—just deliver a sealed package and don’t ask questions—Kohl jumps. Easy money. No strings. And enough credits to disappear.

But when a rival gang picks up his trail, Kohl’s simple job turns into a planetary mess. Now he’s stuck in a gunfight, guarding a package he doesn’t understand, and hitching a ride with an irritatingly white-knite captain from the losing side of the war.

If they can work together, they might make it out.

If they can’t, someone’s getting spaced.

Tyche’s Fury is the fourth story in Richard Parry’s Tyche Origins hexalogy. If you like sharp dialogue, explosive action, and one man too angry to quit, grab your copy today—or pick up the full Tyche Origins collection now.

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A SAKI DEAL

You’re saying some asshole wants to hire me, said Kohl. It came out as more of a shout than a whisper, drawing a few eyes. Kohl ignored those eyes. No law against self-expression, not here in the glorious new Republic. If they were keeping score, the people around him should be arrested for their clothing choices. Neon green jackets. Neon pink hair. Neon everywhere. Some fool was even drinking saki the color of coral not two tables back.

Shig looked at him over saki, eyes focusing about as well as expected on account of the bottle between them being two-thirds empty. No, he said. Kohl? You threw your net. This is what you dragged in. Shig had dressed down a little this evening, his usual five-thousand coin suit replaced by a silk shirt over white pants. The shirt was long enough to cover the tattoos on Shig’s arms. The man was covered in ‘em, but Kohl figured that was just par for the course when dealing with Yakuza. Kohl himself was dressed in relaxed cargo pants and a jacket that would take kinetic rounds as easy as rain. Wouldn’t do shit against blaster fire though, but they were drinking saki, not starting a gang war. Hell, Shig hadn’t even brought a weapon with him, which Kohl figured on being careless in his line of work, but whatever. His funeral.

The bar was about three meters wide and about twenty long. It was full of people drinking saki, it being a saki bar and all. Lavadome. Hell of a name, but Shig had said it was the second best bar on Trypso Beta, and with the best bar on the other side of the planet, here they were. Kohl didn’t much like saki, but it served a purpose, in this instance getting Shig drunk enough to share a detail or two that might help Kohl land a contract to get off this rock. Also, Shig was paying, and in Kohl’s short set of rules for navigating the clouded waters of his life, turning down free booze was up in the top five of shit not to do.

Kohl sighed, dropped another shot of saki back like it was free, and refilled his glass. The problem with drinking saki with Shig was that he wanted to go to asshole bars with asshole glasses the size of a thimble. It was like they wanted to set an additional expert-level challenge: get drunk a mouthful at a time! Fine. Challenge accepted. I know I threw my net. I hate this fucking planet. He pointed at Shig with his glass. It’s got people like you on it.

Shig blinked, like he was trying to work out whether that was an insult. What?

So, anyway, said Kohl. He pushed dreads out of his face. I need a ride out of here, and it so happens your boss wants to hire me. Your gang lord boss.

"Hayashi-san is an independent businessman," said Shig.

Independent businessmen need hired muscle? said Kohl.

I work in acquisitions, said Shig, slurring the last word. Aquisishionsss. The Demon Crocodile Company⁠—

The what now?

Demon Crocodile Company, said Shig.

You work for an asshole who named his gang the Demon Crocodile Company? said Kohl. "I thought you worked for the Yak. Hell,