Outpost: The Human Singularity Series

By Mike Lees

The Human Singularity Series, spanning the Galaxy and delving into our inner-selves and what the Human being represents in the Cosmos.

 

Prequel to this exciting new series: Outpost.

 

Gar, an alien, at home in the distant Core of Systems at the centre of the Galaxy, has become a 'Terrorist' by necessity. Caught up within a corrupt system of power struggles and deceit, he must find his path to redemption and revenge. But when he is caught in an act of thievery, with two other complices, Gar is banished to a far Outpost. He spends his time collating information on Humans and their society and values. Resigned to years of outcast life, an opportunity arises when an exploration vessel from Earth visits the Outpost...

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mike Lees Books
• Release date: Apr 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201385767

Mike Lees

From London, England, Mike lives in Switzerland. He enjoys the marvellous scenery and the multi-cultural community that country has to offer. That involves speaking at least two languages and dealing with the mosaic that Switzerland has become over the centuries. He is a Professional NLP counsellor and favours personal development in his life to guide him through the journey. Painting and writing have become an important vector for him to express his inner-self and share his experiences. As you know reviews are an important part of how an author gets known which in turn allows him to continue to write. Please consider leaving a review. Many thanks. Feel free to contact me: [e-mail]

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Chapter 1

Sneak, Sneak

Gar fretted as he wiled away the time in his meagre living quarters. Another two hours to go. He glanced over to Hatch, who was fiendishly swiping at his slate. Latia was busy in the kitchen preparing a snack. She too was biding her time. It was hanging on them like rain on a freezing day.

Are you sure this plan is ok? said Gar.

Hatch looked up from his slate, You talking to me?

Well, you’re the brains. I imagine you’ve got everything nailed down, eh?

Like a coffin, my friend. Can’t go wrong. Just do your part, we’ll do ours and it’ll be sunny skies all the way.

Yeah, all the way to prison if it was anything like last time. Fortunate for us, my superior intelligence saved the day. 

Listen Ugar’Philde, those are the risks of being a terrorist. Who would have guessed the Princess was in bed with her servant? She was supposed to be alone, sleeping. And what happens? Her lover took a fire pick to us. Lucky he didn’t want to be caught either. I don’t see where your ‘superior intelligence’ came into it, said Hatch, fumbling with his slate.

I recognized the gameplay and the problems he would get into and negotiated a deal. As for the Princess, well, she was hardly in a position to do much, he finished chuckling.

Yeah, that was mega.

What are you two boys sniggering about, Latia said, shuffling in with a plate of sugar-coated mumfs.

Oh, good, grub.

Not for you, she said, then turned to Hatch, Nor you. These are merit only. No mess-ups tonight ok?

Calm down, lovely, I have it under control. My plan is par excellence.

Par excellence? What does that mean? she said.

It means you can relax. I have the plans of the Ambassadors’ premises in here, he said, tapping his head.

That’s what’s worrying me. You know you don’t function at the best of times.

All three spent the wait, each one to their ways. Hatch, deep into his slate. Latia, scoffing away at her mumfs and Gar, getting lost in his thoughts.

He’d become a terrorist two sun cycles ago when his brother was killed by two corrupt policemen who, after killing him in cold blood, had planted incriminating evidence. They were neck deep in a drug traffic, along with the Chief of police and two local politicians. Despite publically condemning the destruction the drugs were doing among the youth, they were secretly part of the chain of command behind the scenes. The justice found his brother guilty and condemned posthumously. This was often the practice; putting the burden on the families and companions of such individuals. This allowed the police to harass them. The slightest misdemeanour and they would be up for trial for drug trafficking. All the while, politicians and members of the police force were creaming off the proceeds for their own personal gain.

In fact, many departments of Government were corrupt and took bribes, allowing the gangs to freewheel. A few brave journalists tried to bring the corruption to light, but were often accused of hyped up charges that would either get them killed or put in prison for many years. The entire system was working for itself, leaving the population to suffer and lose hope.

Yes, a terrorist. It was his vocation. He was sure.

The Ambassador represented a drug producing country and facilitated their transport via his diplomatic pouch. A pouch, that more often than not, comprised five or six pallets rather than a small bag of goods. The ‘pouch’ swam through customs like a Swan on a summer’s day. He had documents in his safe that would prove the corruption, and that is what they were after.

Time crept by, but like anything else, it made its way to when they had to go.

Right, everybody, let’s go. Gar, got your stuff for the service door? asked Hatch.

Of course. I’ll get us in, no worries.

Hatch stared at him an instant, Right. Latia, get that robe on and some makeup. You need to be seductive, darling. Like I know you can be, he added with a wink.

Shut up, you shitbag. You wouldn’t know seductive even if it slapped you in the face. I’m doing this for the job, ok?

Yeah, yeah, I know. Get ready anyway.

Ten minutes later, they all piled into their car. Gar drove to within a mile of the premises. "Right, it’s eleven