Puppets and Masters: An Agent of The Emperor Science Fiction Short Story: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories, #5

By Connor Whiteley

An overpaid diplomat. A secret meeting. A fight for survival.

In the galaxy, sacrifices must be made.

Zalaman meets with aliens. He hates his mission. Zalaman knows the mission is doomed. Can he complete his duty?

Does Zalaman succeed and complete his duty? Or will he become another sacrifice in a game of cat and mouse?

If you love tense, page turning, gripping science fiction short stories. You will love this story!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jul 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201040314

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

PUPPETS AND MASTERS

Hissing greeted Zalaman as he walked.

His heavily armoured feet banged against the smooth black marble floor.

Raising his head slightly, Zalaman noticed the immense size of this chamber.

He thought he could probably fit a three-storey building in here.

Zalaman shook his head at the size and kept walking.

The shiny black marble walls and ceiling of the chamber created a dark chilling atmosphere.

Zalaman shook his head again.

He didn’t want to be here.

He was a member of the Departmento Doplomaticus, an overpaid diplomat. He wasn’t cut out for dangerous missions.

Zalaman bit his lip.

It was typical of the higher ups in the Human Empire to dish out suicidal missions.

Had Zalaman done something wrong?

He didn’t think so.

For the past twenty years, he had served the Departmento with great pride.

He had ended wars and negotiated treaties with all sorts of aliens.

But this was too far, even for him. 

As Zalaman kept walking, he frowned at the smell of something.

He wasn’t sure if it was urine or flowers.

Was it a mixture of both?

Hissing filled the air once more.

The entire chamber was filled with deafening hissing like a snake of ancient Earth.

Zalaman covered his ears.

He had heard snakes