Twenty-Five Days Of Christmas: The Daniel Hargiss Series, Book 2

By Jaysen True Blood

After his rebel army's Thanksgiving victory, Daniel Hargis is back for another chapter of his war against the corporate lords that rule his future.This time, he is out to bring back Christmas. BUt will he succeed? or will he get caught and be forced to surrender this time?

 

Join Daniel, Margot, and the rest of the rebellion as they attempt another magnificent win against those who would enslave the world. watch as they take on an all new group of villains and are joined by new allies. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jaysen True Blood
• Release date: Jul 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201778378

Jaysen True Blood

Jaysen True Blood was born and raised in the Midwest where he currently resides. His first taste of writing came early in grade school with a class assignment. a few years later, his love for writing would return as he found himself with another class assignment, this time a poetry unit. through junior high, he would write a series of novels, many poems, and begin his long interest in writing song lyrics as well. In high school, he would learn the value of tall tales, myths and other kinds of stories as he continued to build his store of stories. upon graduation, he went for a semester at a university, where he would write two stories, one of which would become a serial online for about six months. Returning home, he worked at just about anything he could find, but never strayed far from his love of the story. After his first marriage, he signed on with Keep It Coming, an e-zine, where he wrote two serials, "Tales From The Renge" and "Breed's Command" (the same characters appear with Fancy Marsh in several subsequent westerns. The serial was taken from a manuscript written for a class assignment while in high school). H also wrote writing and music related articles for the print version of KIC that came out for just three issues. When KIC went under, Jay was once again forced to work at different jobs just to make ends meet. between 2007 and 2010, Jay would release "Seven By Jay: Seven Short Stories", "The Price Of Lust: Book One Of Faces In The Crowd" and "So Here's To Twilight And Other Poems".

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A Novella By Jaysen True Blood

All rights reserved. No part of this novella can be used without express permission from the author. Violators will be prosecuted. All people, places and events are fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidence.

Dedication:

This series is for all those, past and present, who have encouraged my writing. It is also in memory of those who inspired me, shared their stories, helped me form a vivid imagination, and showed me how not to be or how I should be.

To the memories of those authors who came before and had a great influence on me. I would name you all, but the list would be too long. And finally, to those authors still alive who also influence me though their perseverance and integrity. Thank you all.

Jay; Dec.2, 2014

1

G et down! Get down ! My commanders were so calm, so collected. So cool under pressure. The less of a target you are, the fewer casualties we will have!

It was amazing! I had correctly judged my most capable lieutenants. And I was along for the ride, to observe and to help fight this war. My troops were just as capable, handling every obstacle with ease.

Since our first offensive, we had taken a fourth of the city back. Now, we were striking Athern & Hannesy. Not to mention the rest of the corporations in that ring of power. It was the corporate Hospitals and the pharma-lords, as I liked to call them. Pharmaceuticals had become big business in the late twentieth century. These companies, and their paid doctors, were able to manufacture illnesses for totally unnecessary drugs. This had created a drug reliant society that wanted something to take care of everything, even if it was an imaginary illness.

The hospitals first went to for-profit status, then were slowly gobbled up by the pharmaceutical companies. Becoming dens of crime in the name of research. Their mistakes, they murdered. Their ‘successes’, they released upon an unsuspecting public.

Now, it was some of these ‘successes’ we were having to fight. Mutated beyond human recognition, they were little more than simple-minded monstrosities. No, not monstrosities. Rather, pitiful gen-alt doppelgangers of humanity.

I only prayed that death comes quick for them as we cut through them. God! What a waste! And to think that this was their plan for all of mankind!

I wondered how many of these had been homeless or poor before becoming...whatever those things were. All I knew was that they were no longer human. And I pitied them. More than anything else.

But pity was no reason to stop fighting them. Even though they did not know what they were doing, they were still the enemy. And this was a horrible, horrible nightmare.

Get down! the order came again. This time, it was followed by the searing sound of a plasma bolt. Damn! I just hoped that no one was struck. Otherwise, they had been disintegrated on impact. Stay down!

I lobbed an ion grenade. Hit the deck!!! Everyone flattened out as it remained in the air. I looked up to see it land at the gen-alt’s feet. It looked down. I put my head down.

A sudden sizzling sound, followed by a ‘Fwip’ sound, let me know that it went off. Poor creature. Didn’t have a chance in hell. And neither did anything immediately in front of its position.

The acrid smell of burnt flesh filled the air. The high pitched screams of a dozen more gen-alts whose limbs had been disintegrated in the blast. The main target, though, was completely gone. Weapon and all.

My commander looked at me. Thanks, Private, for taking out the plasma weapon. You just opened up the way for us.

I saluted. After all, I was just another soldier. That had been my rule. As long as they were still alive to command, I was to be addressed as a Private. I fully trusted my Lieutenants. My commanding officers.

We moved forward. My offensive move really had opened up a way into the next sector. In fact, it had removed half the gen-alt army that stood in our way. I shook my head. What a waste.

As we went into the next sector, we passed a corpse with the whole front burned away. The stench was horrendous. Had I not been a soldier who’d had previous combat experience, I would have retched. And many of those behind me did.

Our demolition expert set the charges as we went. Room by room, we readied the building for the biggest implosion yet. We had finally cleared away all the gen-alts and were now running into cyborg and mech-tech soldiers. And the sec-bots. Always with the sec-bots.

Sec-bots. Better known as security androids, sec-droids, mechanical security, and other less repeatable names. Mech-techs. These were the precursor to the cyborgs. Humans with mechanical additions. More human than robotics. I think they once called these bionics.

Basically, they were simply human soldiers enhanced with either a cybernetic armor, or with added mechanical appendages, such as additional arms, legs, or even weapons grafted into their bodies through bio-cybernetics. Freaks by any other name were still freaks. I could tell that most of these were, or had been, mercenaries. They knew how to fight.

A cyborg noticed that I was also a cyborg. Or, at least, I was in his book. And the mech-techs also noticed that I seemed to be like them. Both stopped fighting. The first to notice inspected me. What is your name? his voice, no longer human, had a metallic sound. And serial number?

I smiled. Private Daniel Hargis. And you?

He remained emotionless. You are no private, Sir. You are Colonel Daniel Hargis. Serial number 00010009212. I am Lieutenant Jim Fielding. Serial Number 11121314450001. He saluted. I served under you in the last war. Permission to join your cause.

I saluted him back, respectfully. You are correct. But at the moment, I am a simple private. I placed my hand on his shoulder. I will confer with my commanding officer about you joining.

He relaxed and smiled, somewhat...if you could call it a smile. If you agree, the mech-techs will also join. No need for any more bloodshed.

My lieutenant walked by. "Any who want to join our ranks are welcome, as long as your programming is not set to infiltrate and