Aggression Factor

By Daniel Dickinson

The Horde sweeps across the Earth, an unstoppable force with advanced technology. The desperate human nations fight a losing battle, facing destruction as the best defenses they can muster fall before the relentless advance of the enemy. They must find a way to defeat the invaders or face destruction.
 
Experience the strife and sacrifice, the fear and heroism of the human race in their battle against the invading Horde, in four stories:
 
Fallen Iron – Seen as inferior and outdated, Mike and his squadron of A-10 pilots have one more trick up their sleeves.

 

Ellie – When the Horde strikes at the heart of the Arizona desert, Ellie and her father flee the last bastion of civilization.

 

Three of Spades – A routine scouting mission escalates into a fight for survival in the foothills of the Rockies as the Horde advances.

 

Losses – Ellie made a new home in Vegas, but when the Horde arrives at her doorstep, she's unprepared for what happens next. Can she pull the trigger and end the war?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daniel Dickinson
• Release date: Sep 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223648666

Daniel Dickinson

Daniel Dickinson is the author of “Escape from Ogre Island” and “Fallen Iron” published by Kyanite Publishing, in the annual Kyanite Press Journal. He also self-published the short story horror book, “Don’t Close Your Eyes: Two Thrilling Tales of Terror”. His writing is based upon a lifetime of creating a realistic realm in which his characters come to life, giving the reader the opportunity to become a part of that world. His hobbies include photography, world travel, and camping with his grandchildren. He lives in Arizona with his family. Daniel Dickinson joined a growing family of authors when a long-time friend of his, directed his stubborn attention to their submissions. Inspired to write a pirate story while on a cruise at the time, he began to write his first short story “Escape from Ogre Island”, which he submitted to Kyanite Publishing’s Kyanite Press Journal of Speculative Fiction, in Oct of 2019.

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to my daughter. Thank you for being the best child anyone could ever ask for. I loved you since the first moment I held you in my arms. You’re my best friend. As I watched you grow to be the woman you’ve become, I hoped and prayed (you know praying isn’t my thing) that I gave you all the tools you’d need to not only survive but grow with. At the same time, it was hard to watch you do your own thing and to give you the space you needed to become who you are. I hope that I was able to provide you with wisdom and knowledge, to be the best version of yourself you could be. I just hope you know how much you mean to me. I gave everything I could and hope enough of it stuck. Because whether you know it or not, learning is always going to be part of the journey, and don’t wait. Be hungry to learn more, experience things, see things, and meet new people. You need to experience everything. Because it’s what makes you, you. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for being my best friend. I love you daughter.

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F a l l e n   I r o n

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

of sun-split clouds,-and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. - High Flight by John G. Magee

Air rushed through his blond hair, whipping the strands into a frenzy like corn stalks in a tornado. A smile as large as the bright blue sky plastered his face.

Hang on! his dad called needlessly over the howl of the biplane’s large engine.

Laughter escaped Mike’s lips as his dad rolled the plane’s bright yellow wings. It was as if the world had been turned upside down by the hand of some child’s fancy.

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The Horde landed outside of New Washington. They have already pushed east toward the Potomac from Annandale. We need every available armor unit out on the front lines. We are the last line of defense, boys, General Mactavish growled. The line in the sand is the Potomac. They cannot cross it! Do I make myself clear?

Yes, sir! The room erupted.

Then get out there! he said.

The room of pilots dispersed. Many of them were new, younger airmen who hadn’t seen combat. Mike stood among them, gathering his notes and preflight plan. He peered sidelong at his wing, a group of men slightly older than his own forty years of age.

You scared? he asked his wingman Friday.

She glanced up from her own notes and then stood, gathering them up. Nope, you?

Shitless. he smiled.

Hey, flyboys, we’ll clean up this mess. Don’t you worry your feathered faces about it, a pilot Mike knew as Heath chided.

The Kid, which is what Mike referred to him as carried himself with confidence. He was top of his class and had more simulated kills than anyone else here.

Mike’s wingman growled and stomped toward Heath, but Mike put a hand on her shoulder. It’s not worth it.

The rest of Mike’s unit gathered around them, clearly irritated by Heath’s inflammatory words.

Yeah, you had your chance, old man. The Air Force couldn’t stop the invasion. Don’t worry, we’ll mop them up for you. Heath grinned.

The Marines must be lying about if they’re calling us in. One of the other pilots chuckled.

Heath laughed. Maybe they got distracted with all the pretty colors.

Is there a problem here? General Mactavish snapped as he approached the group of men.

Mike and the rest of the pilots snapped to attention. No, sir!

Good. I need all the men on the front line. That includes you. Mactavish looked at each man in turn, Is that understood? Report to your units now!

Yes, sir! The men replied and headed to the hanger.

Heath pushed past Mike and Friday, and the rest of the winged unit.

We did what we could, didn’t we? Friday asked. She watched the younger pilots disappear around the corner with cold blue eyes.

Mike peered over his shoulder to see the rest of the men he had flown with during the invasion. The first few hours, when the battle had taken place in the skies above, were brutal. The US Airforce did its best against the faster, sleek invaders. It was a shock to their sense of superior air power.

On the ground, the army was woefully outgunned when lumbering alien mechs stomped across the country toward their positions. Firing large shells that landed with thunderous explosions, wiping out tanks and men alike.

He sighed heavily, remembering all the losses they had sustained then. So many men and women died that morning. The Horde had pushed east after invading the heartland several weeks ago. It was theorized that they had met unexpected resistance in the West and turned their attention to the East.

That was beyond Mike’s pay grade, however. He turned his attention back to Friday. "We did all