Fighting Chance Book 1: Fighting Chance Space Opera Series, #1

By S. H. Miah

A new space opera series from S. H. Miah. Fast action and tense moments wrap over a narrative spanning a galactic war for the ages.

 

Khaled Malik heads the line for The Hunters, New Earth's most elite task force. His mission: to end the decades long war plaguing New Earth and her worst enemies.

 

But the mission transforms in ways Khaled could have never foreseen. A routine infiltration uncovers hidden truths that shake the very foundations of the war.

 

Truths that destabilise everything Khaled has ever known and loved.

 

A brand new space opera series from S. H. Miah, each book designed to be read in a single sitting. If galactic warfare and tense action sound like your cup of tea, then Khaled's story is not one you wish to miss.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Muslim Fiction Project
• Release date: Aug 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223856306

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Fighting Chance Book 1

S. H. Miah

Muslim Fiction Project

Copyright © 2023 by S. H. Miah

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This publication is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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About S. H. Miah

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Commander Khaled Malik surveyed the troops aboard the HunterShip. They were each seated, deadly still, nerves wracking despite steely exteriors, the best fighters he knew, his men and women that had survived thick and thin and the downright dangerous.

And now they were here for a final mission. To end the entire war. To end the fighting. To end the bloodshed and heartbreak and pain of twenty years.

Each agent dressed in a primasuit—highly protective suits made from carbon fibre and solid steel, tempered to make them lighter and easier to walk around and, more importantly, fight in. Strapped to holsters on their belts were different arrays of plasma weapons, grenades, and the odd knife in case it was needed.

The suit extended from neck to toe, with an extra helmet added when out in the field. For now, though, it wasn’t needed, and everyone sought the space to breathe in preparation for what they were about to accomplish.

Khaled looked around the boardroom of the HunterShip, saw faces of those he’d almost died with, and, in his mind’s eye, the faces of those who'd perished in the war. Fighting for humanity, fighting to protect those they’d sworn to serve.

Scottie Jenson sat on the far side, his thousand yard stare almost tearing a hole in the spaceship’s hull. His gaze was set, jaw clenched harder than a shotgun’s trigger. His blue eyes were dull from years of fighting, years of seeing horrors in the field.

Adil Rahman was beside him, glancing around but meeting no one’s eye. A fierce warrior who was soft around the edges, like a heart with a steel core. And a fellow Muslim like Khaled. They both prayed that Allah allowed their mission to succeed.

Two spaces down from him was Veronica Beasly, or Very as the rest of the squad opted to call her. A system’s extraordinaire with laser focus, yet in the field she had an x-ray like awareness that couldn’t be matched by anyone else on the squad.

The rest of the troops were newer to the squad, yet each was an elite warrior, hardened over hundreds of battles that would end today if Khaled had anything to do about it.

From Habiba to Andy to Rafe to Horus, they all had a part to play. Khaled may have been the leader, but he was far from a lone wolf.

They were all special forces after all, called The Hunters—the best of the best, the cream of the crop. Specially sanctioned by New Earth to fight those who posed a threat outside, and protect the people of earth from invaders.

The HunterShip’s walls were sleek, made from fine grey metal that shone like a second sun and absorbed bullets as a sponge absorbed water. Khaled breathed in the antiseptic smell that had taken to floating through the ship’s halls over the last few days of