Agents of The Emperor Short Story Collection Volume 5: 5 Science Fiction Short Stories: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories

By Connor Whiteley

5 action-paced gripping scifi short stories to enjoy!

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Knowledge is Power:

A Strange World. One Woman To Save It. Knowledge is Power.

Corruption breeds necessity.

Alizabeth wants to learn. She wants suffering to end. She hides her true mission.

Can Alizabeth complete her true mission? Or will disaster strike?

Climate of Death:

A Dead World. A Storm Coming. A Single Chance For Redemption.

The climate kills us before the aliens or diseases.

 I lose my world. My search for answer leads me back. My punishment comes.

Can I learn from my mistakes? Or will the storm consume me?

If you want enthralling suspenseful science fiction short stories, you'll love this one!

Killer of Polluters:

A Polluted Planet. A Corporate Boss. An Assassin Who Hates Him.

Frandressia kills. Simple and plain.

Frandressia stalks a corporate boss corrupting a planet. She hates him. Frandressia lusts for his death.

Can she kill him? Or will Frandressia fall to darker powers?

If you love action packed, page turning assassin science fiction shorts stories with a dark twist, you will love this!

One Way Choice:

A Scared Assassin. An Uncertain Future. An Impossible Choice.

Could you leave your home forever?

Kylic trains as an assassin. He wants to fight for humanity. He fears leaving his home forever.

Can he make the ultimate choice?

System of Wonder:

A Trader. A Crew. A System Of Wonder.

Space is wonderous but deadly too.

Trader Mistress Idryia prepares to enter a new solar system. She feels the ship vibrate, hum and pop. Idryia wants to get rich.

Idryia feels danger comes for her and her crew.

If you enjoy wonderous, enthralling scifi short stories filled with wonder and awe. You will love this one!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Jun 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201575281

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

KNOWLEDGE IS POWER

Corruption breeds necessity. Knowledge is power.

-Unknown Philosopher

Alizabeth's dirty leather boots echoed as she walked in the grand Palace corridor. As much as she hated the people within they were amazing builders. The utterly stunning walls were grown from amazing synthetic marble. That in itself was a breath-taking miracle. 

Alizabeth could only begin to imagine the pain staking process of forcing the bright pink, red and orange marble to grow perfectly to form this immense corridor. 

In fact the entire Palace was grown from technological masterpieces. This was where Alizabeth wanted to be. Or needed to be for her true mission.

Of course, all the artificial growth and machinery gave the Palace an unnatural lemony smell. Which made the taste of lemon cheesecake form on her tongue as she remembered her Mother baking them every week. 

With her eyes wided Alizabeth kept studying this simple but utterly amazing corridor, the artwork of space battles in far away systems looked to be moulded and implanted seamlessly into the wall. Impressive. A part of her wondered if this place could burn.

Yet her favourite feature of the corridor had to be the stunning glass chandelier with billions upon billions of multicoloured bioluminescent bacteria growing inside. A great weapon to use. Bathing the corridor in a wonderful array of blues and whites and even violets. 

Unlike most people Alizabeth knew the truth about this place. The Nobles and Governors pretended they made this Palace because they were the best and most intelligent. But in reality Alizabeth knew these so-called Nobles only got here by torturing and exploiting her people.

Which was why she was here today. Alizabeth wanted to persuade whoever was in charge to accept her application to study here amongst other things.

Naturally, the idea of anyone of a lower class wanting to learn and go to university was stupid. Alizabeth could almost still feel the beatings she got from other people about her ambitions. 

But she applied anyway. She really thought all of those stories about poor people getting rejected were myths. Turned out they were truth. Even despite her getting the best grades in the district.

The smell of lemon cheesecake made her focus back on the corridor. She needed to find someone or the Director of the University. He had agreed to meet with her but were was he.

Alizabeth supposed she could go back to the reception area to ask for directions. But that woman hardly seemed interested in talking to a person like Alizabeth. 

The sound of footsteps made Alizabeth look up to see a tall healthy looking man. Wearing long beautiful white robes with a slim black dataslate in his hand. Focusing on his face Alizabeth noticed his youthful, smooth features. And the closer he got to her the more she could smell some nutty aftershave. It was actually a rather pleasant contrast to the lemon smell.

Although what made Alizabeth smile was probably the fact that he looked so well and healthy. The normal boys Alizabeth saw were extremely thin and poor. Their bodies weak and malnourished. Their faces thin and their features dull.

But this man- was healthy and his sharp smooth features were honestly beautiful. With his movements being elegant and amazing compared to the staggered, twisted movements of people back home. 

For a moment she just focused on his stunning longish black hair that moved gently as he moved.

Alizabeth's hands started to sweat.

Forcing herself to focus on her mission, Alizabeth forced herself away from his wonderful features. She stared him dead in the eye.

You are not the Director? Alizabeth said.

She wasn’t going to be kind and sugar coat her words. For decades these posh, stuck up people had ruled over the lower classes and no one had ever stood up to