Liun Frec

By Jessie Low Gan

Misty was on her way to becoming the leader of the greatest army of all time created by Tetris, until she discovered their nefarious plans and chose to escape and do the right thing.
Adaeze was just a young African village girl and the princess of her tribe, before she met Misty and was shown that she could be more.
Toren was an intelligent youth who got in trouble and left school before he joined Misty, and conceived something worth fighting for.
Find out how Misty, Adaeze, and Toren have to gain trust with each other and weave their way through trouble as they run from Tetris, make unexpected allies, and join forces with the mysterious Testudines. Would they get to Liun Frec in time to warn the Testudines, and succeed in stopping the imminent war against Tetris?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514421178

Jessie Low Gan

Jessie Low Gan is a San Diego native, and an avid reader of fiction of different genres. From King Arthur to Legend to Da Vinci Code, she reads profusely for inspiration to express her imagination on paper. Liun Frec is the sequel to Jessie’s first book, Misty. When Jessie is not at school, she is busy creating art, losing herself in her flute playing, or trying to convince her swim coach to get the team to do a whole day of butterfly.

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Copyright © 2015 by Jessie Low Gan.

ISBN:      Softcover      978-1-5144-2116-1

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Rev. date: 11/03/2015

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Contents

Chapter 1 Home Base

Chapter 2 Fighter Flight

Chapter 3 Lord Juro

Chapter 4 Captured

Chapter 5 The Maps

Chapter 6 Voices in my Head. Am I Crazy?

Chapter 7 Toren

Chapter 8 Discovery

Chapter 9 Tour the Concha

Chapter 10 Back Stories

Chapter 11 Worries

Chapter 12 Crash on Liun Frec

Chapter 13 Struggle for Memories

Chapter 14 Meet the Testudines

Chapter 15 Increased Security

Chapter 16 The Capital: Myrian

Chapter 17 Tricky Spots

Chapter 18 The Council

Chapter 19 More Mind Peeking

Chapter 20 Exploring Myrian

Chapter 21 Training Begins

Chapter 22 The Rescue

Chapter 23 Relocate

Chapter 24 Illusions

Chapter 25 Sahara

Chapter 26 Re-group

Chapter 27 The Program

Chapter 28 Hidden Coordinates

Chapter 29 Liun Frec Sim

Epilogue

For my little sister Kelly,

Mum and Dad,

Grandmas and Grandpas

In memory of my loving Grandpa,

C.C. Low

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I would like to thank my mom for helping me edit and encouraging me to explore my imagination as I wrote my novel. I would also like to thank my Auntie Elsa for reviewing my novel and giving me guidance. Lastly, I want to thank Ms Yana for giving me advice on my cover art.

CHAPTER 1

Home Base

Adaeze

I WAITED PATIENTLY at the controls, watching for any sign of Misty. We were in a target town, in one of the secret cities located all around the galaxy for refugees and black market trading. I supposed not all of it is exactly legal, but you could find everything here. We were just adding up to our cache of food and fuel. Misty said that we would not be able to hide forever, and that we needed to get to Liun Frec, the Testudine’s main planet to warn them about Tetris.

My name is Adaeze. I had escaped my tribe a few weeks ago, on the verge of being killed by Tetris, a government organization. Misty sneaked into their laboratory and stole cures for my tribe, the Ashanti. Misty had undergone a program where they altered her to control water. She was being trained along with the rest of her alpha group to defeat the evil, also known as the Testudines. When she found out that the Testudines weren’t actually evil, she escaped her group. I am her friend; we met a few weeks before she was going to graduate. I actually had liver and specific brain lobes transplants, from a Testudine. It still made me sick to know that one kind being sacrificed its life unwillingly for my own. So Misty and I ran away right before Tetris planned to kill off my tribe with a targeted virus. Fortunately, we had the Ashanti’s inoculated with the antidote serum before we left.

I leaned over the controls, squinting my eyes. Misty was carrying two bulky bags and facing someone that I couldn’t see. She paid the person in units and turned to face me. Her hazel-brown hair and blue-green eyes glowed warmly the dim light. Misty was wearing a leather jacket and boots, with blue camilac pants and a sash around her neck, tied loosely on her collar. I also saw the pendant of a lion with a parrot carved into its heart peeking out from her sash along with a string of pearls. She also changed her hairstyle; before she always tied it in a high ponytail, now she wore it in a simple braid.

I was wearing a long black trench coat with cargo pants, jeo sneakers, and a maroon shirt. Misty insisted that I wore the lightweight chest plate, shoulder, knee, and elbow pads, as well as shin guards. As much as they were foreign and strange to me, I felt more mature and safe with them. We dressed differently because Tetris would be on the lookout for us.

I quickly lowered the ramp and jumped out of the chair, running to the back of the ship.

Who was that? I asked hoisting a bag over my shoulder.

He wouldn’t say his name, but he got the job done and for the lowest units. Misty replied.

Put the food in the kitchen, I’ll take the fuel to the Carisian.

Misty named the small docking craft Carisian for no apparent reason. When I asked her why she named the ship Concha and the craft Carisian, she said that concha meant seashell in Latin, and Carisian was just a name that made her think of the tides.

I hastily put the food packets into the cabinets and scurried to the cockpit. My eyes were glued to the screen as I watched Misty fuelled the Concha and the Carisian. I was most wary at this time when she fuelled the ships. At all other times, when I was with her, she was always tense and watching her back. But fueling took the person’s full attention, and if someone opened fire, she could get hit. I reminded myself that Misty was too fast to get hit and two smart to not be looking out for herself. Again, not only was she ingrained with a special power to manipulate water, but she also was installed with super senses.

I exhaled as she turned back around and headed up the ramp, closing it on her way in.

Adaeze, I need to give you this. Misty showed me a bean-shaped rubbery thing, with one side looking like soft skin, like the type you find on your face about the size of my thumbnail.

What is it? I said with both curiosity and disgust, holding it away from me.

It’s a state-of-the-art earpiece that you and I will use to communicate. She showed me hers, similar, but a bit bigger than mine.

It comes with a mouthpiece too, she motioned to the small metal dots in her hand that I hadn’t noticed earlier.

You put them in like this, she demonstrated how to fit in the earpiece so it didn’t come out, and how to attach the mouthpiece on the inside of your cheek. She also taught me how to communicate back and forth by clicking your tongue to turn on the mouthpiece and pressing down on the earpiece to receive and send calls.

I think I’ve got it, I said, placing the earpiece in my right ear, and inserting the mouthpiece in my mouth. The microphone tasted metallic, but soon the aftertaste faded away. I positioned the earpiece at the edge of my ear and held it down until it stuck.

Adaeze, you know we can’t hold this out for forever. We can’t keep running. They will find us. She knelt down to my eye level.

I nodded, knowing the stakes that Misty took by escaping.

If we ever get caught, I need you to take the Carisian and get out. Someway, somehow, you have to get this information to the world. And to the rest of the galaxy.

I just nodded, reluctantly this time. We both knew that this had to get out so others could fight too. Even if one of us didn’t make it to tell.

Misty casually relaxed as she sat down at the controls and prepared the Concha for takeoff. Soon we were off the ground and heading toward a refuge hide out. I had no idea how she got it, but it was fascinating. A big building loomed ahead. It looked just like a rich officer’s headquarters’, but it was much more. We could easily hide the Concha behind the house, and it was a very exclusive high-class home. Misty was very good at hacking firewalls and finding what she needed. We were the daughters of Officer Dewing, a respected officer in Tetris’s army that Misty configured. Actually, Officer Dewing was a fake cover. Misty was also good at making fake identities. I wondered if she learned that in battle school.

Misty strode out of the Concha and into the house. A plush living room and an elegant kitchen awaited us. I bounced onto the couch, falling sideways as I tried to bring my knees up. Misty merely smiled as she opened a unseen closet, taking off all her arsenal; belts of ammunition and knives, her leather satchel, a pistol or two, and her bow and quiver and arrows, tossing them about with wisps of magical fog, or as I liked to call it, organizing and hanging them in the right places. She turned around, kicking up her foot to shut the hatch as I followed her into the kitchen.

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There she handed me a slice of bread. I ate it gratefully. For some reason, Misty’s assembly and great interest in weaponry and martial arts did not terrify me. But then again, I was raised in a village whose culture revolved around war and learning to fight. I guess I was used to it.

Okay, time to go to your room. We have to go to Yurin tomorrow.

Why? I questioned, chomping into the moist bread.

I’ve picked up some intel by listening around all of the pubs around here. They say that an entrepreneur in Yurin is in ownership of some maps of the galaxy and will willingly sell them. For a price. Misty grimaced.

Ah. I see. We are going to try to buy the maps from him, and then we take the Concha away to the home planet of the Testudines, right?

Yes, Liun Frec. Misty corrected.

Yeah, anyway, we have to get ready for tomorrow. We’ll probably trade the maps for some weaponry and technology that we have from this mansion. Maybe pay him in creds and notes if we need to. She eyed me carefully.

I’m worried Misty. What if we don’t get there in time? What if the man in Yurin won’t give us the maps? What if the Testudines won’t listen to us? What if the world runs out of chocolate?! I recently discovered chocolate when Misty took us here and I found some in the fridge. I think that was also Misty’s first time tasting chocolate.

Misty frowned at the last one.

What? Wouldn’t that be pretty devastating?

Misty just put her head in her hand as I giggled spontaneously, then laughing loudly. She finally smiled and laughed, but softly. Misty was just different. She was not used to laughing whenever she wanted, much less laughing at all. She didn’t grow up with a loving family, and even though we were both technically orphans, Misty got the not-so-wonderful family. Well, Misty was considered an orphan, but we were still discussing whether she was a test-tube baby, or actually had real parents. I got loving Gatura who took care of me, elder of the Ashanti, and Misty got Master Dalia, in charge of making Aliters’ days working and making sure they had the hardest time of their lives.

She sighed and took out some ingredients, pouring them into a pot and stirring. I knew that Misty got survival training, but I didn’t know that