Cain's Crusaders

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T.R. Harris & Harris Publications

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The Human Chronicles Saga:
Part One
–
5 Books

 
 
Book 1 –
The Fringe Worlds

 
 
Book 2
–
Alien Assassin

 
 
Book 3 –
The War of Pawns

 
 
Book 4 –
The Tactics of Revenge

 
 
Book 5 –
The Legend of Earth

The Human Chronicles Saga:
Part Two

 
Book 1 –
Cain’s Crusaders

Let the adventure continue…!

Welcome to Part 2 of the best-selling science fiction series The Human Chronicles Saga.

What sets
The Human Chronicles
apart from all the other science fiction books out today is the unique central theme that
Humans are the Supermen
in the alien universe, with superior strength, speed, coordination and so much more. Unlike other stories where an alien spore lands on the Earth and nearly kills us all, in this series it’s the Humans who all the aliens fear. We’re the bad-asses of the galaxy, and the message of the day is:
Don’t Mess With The Humans!

For new readers of the series – strap-in and prepare for the greatest space opera adventure you can imagine, full of fantastic space battles, exotic aliens, mystical worlds, old-West shoot-outs, as well as a sense of humor that will leave you laughing and fist-pumping all the way to the very last page. Be prepared to feel good about being a Human: You should, after all, you’re the baddest, the toughest, the meanest creatures in the whole damn galaxy!

For returning fans, in
Cain’s Crusaders
you’ll find all the regular cast members you’ve come to know and love, including
Adam Cain, Sherri Valentine, Riyad Tarazi
… and even the evil
Nigel McCarthy
… along with some new and frankly, very erotic newcomers, including the alluring
Arieel Bol
– simply the most-beautiful alien in the galaxy.

Adam Cain
, leader of
Cain’s Crusaders
, a special force of Humans with a License to Kill –
  
aliens – is sent on a desperate mission to rescue the alluring
Arieel
, a supreme religious figure with supernatural powers. If he fails in his mission, there will be war and the entire New Expansion could collapse. While running a gauntlet of over 2,000 spaceships bent on stopping him from returning Arieel to her homeworld, Adam soon learns the secret of Arieel’s powers – and he wants them for himself. Already a Superman in his own right, with the powers Arieel commands, Adam would simply be the most-powerful being in the galaxy and even a greater force for good … or so we think.

And don’t forget about the
Klin
and the
Kracori
, two alien races whose insane obsession is the complete destruction of the Human race. They’re still around … and still plotting.

Cain’s Crusaders
is a whirlwind adventure, complete with everything you’ve come to expect from
The Human Chronicles
. This is science fiction at its
take-your-breath-away
best.

And if you haven’t read
Part One of The Human Chronicles
, be sure to pick up your books at Amazon.com. The five-book Part One will introduce you to all the rich detail, lively characters and just good old-fashion action-adventure of the series, and all reminiscent of the Golden Age of Science Fiction.

Prologue

T
he large, geodesic dome stood out prominently against the stark, uniform greyness of the moon’s airless surface. It sat conspicuously in the center of a deep crater created a billion years earlier as the host planet formed, drawing in countless meteorites from the surrounding space and impacting the surface of the moon with devastating ferocity. The moon rotated slowly on its axis, and the high, jagged prominence lining the walls of the crater cast long, black shadows into its bowl, shadows that were just now beginning to kiss the artificial lines of the lighted dome.

Wesselian Velsum stood next to the three-inch thick glass wall of the dome, observing the cloud of dust rising from the base of the crater, disturbed by the shuttle that was just now touching down a hundred yards away. A small transport cart had been waiting near the landing zone and once it began to bounce its way across the bleak surface and back towards the shelter, Velsum turned from his vantage point and walked the short distance to the dome’s solitary airlock.

As he waited for the arrival of the dignitary, Velsum scanned along the high crest of mountains lining the crater once again, and even though he could not see the seven mounted-flash cannon that lay hidden there, he knew they would now be aimed directly at the shuttle … just in case. The Klin were not ones to easily forget.

Velsum did his best to control his emotions for the upcoming meeting, but it was very difficult and much to ask.

It had been ten years since the Klin last had any contact with the Kracori, and within that time many things had changed throughout the galaxy, none to the advantage of either race. What this meeting could do to remedy that situation – if anything – would soon be revealed. And if the Kracori had nothing to offer the Klin, then it would be here that the first small measure of revenge against their former allies would be exacted.

The reason the new
Langril
of the Kracori – a creature named Nomar Polimic – had reached out to Velsum for this meeting had been cryptic at best, and many of his advisors had cautioned against it. Yet Velsum was also new at his position as
Pleabaen
of the Klin and was anxious to make his mark. If that meant a potential violent confrontation with the Kracori leader, then that would be a legacy he would carry with him throughout his term. In the eyes of many, that would not be a negative, but rather a badge of honor.

Soon the airlock door swung inward, and the tall, gray, angular figure of the Kracori Langril entered the vast central chamber. The habitat had only recently been erected, and exclusively for this meeting. The moon on which it rested was in a remote star system near the upper reaches of the galaxy, and in a region of space that was now officially claimed as Human Territory. The irony of the location, as it related to the participants to the meeting, was inescapable, and something Velsum had designed himself. He was sure the significance was not lost on the Kracori.

With a practiced and confident countenance, Nomar Polimic approached Velsum and stopped, offering not a bow or greeting of any kind. The Klin, as a habit, would perform a small bow when greeting others of their kind or dignities of other races. The Kracori, however, had never developed such mundane habits. He chose to let this slight go by without penalty, at least until he determined the tone of the meeting.

“
Langril
Nomar Polimic, it is an honor to greet you,” Velsum said with his cursory bow, sure that his insincere timbre would be lost on the gray alien. The Klin had always been more diplomatic than the Kracori, who chose intimidation and bravado over more subtle forms of interaction. “It has been a long while since our two races have met personally.”

Polimic nodded curtly. “Yes it has been, Velsum—”

The lack of acknowledgement of Velsum’s title and full name caused the Klin to tense.
This meeting will indeed try my patience.

Even though Velsum was new to his role as Pleabaen, he was not new to interaction with the Kracori; the two races had been intertwined in purpose for nearly fifteen hundred years. Yet it was only now, in his role as Pleabaen, that the Kracori lack of manners and protocol affected him personally. This meeting was not getting off to a good start.

“Please follow me to the meeting table – I assume a table will be acceptable, and not a sitting area of sorts?”

“A table will be fine,” the Kracori grunted.

He followed Velsum to the center area of the dome where a smallish conference table had been set-up. The surrounding area lining the glass wall of the dome was filled with atmosphere modules, a food preparation center and half a dozen small sleeping quarters. The Klin had arrived on the moon a week before and constructed the shelter, providing a neutral location for the meeting. Now a small contingent of Klin occupied the settlement – not counting the twenty representatives of the Corrum race who manned the flash cannon. Those creatures were housed in a separate underground bunker unseen from orbit and undetectable to scans. If this meeting was a ruse of any kind, the Kracori would not leave unscathed….

Once both the Pleabaen of the Klin and The Langril of the Kracori were seated, ushers brought drinks and small plates of appropriate appetizers for each. Velsum sampled the drink, while the Kracori sat straight-backed and stone-face staring at the Klin leader.

Finally, Velsum had had enough. Even though the Klin race was not known for fits of temper, the condescending and arrogant demeanor of the Kracori was too much for him to bear.

“What is the reason for this meeting, Polimic?” he asked, now dispensing with any official decorum. “It has been ten years since your people betrayed the Klin race and murdered several thousand of our kind. I have to tell you, the scars from that betrayal still show. Since there are so few of us, and our breeding takes longer than most other races, the loss of even those few thousand Klin has had a catastrophic impact on us as a people.” Velsum took two quick breaths to calm his nerves before continuing. “Agreeing to meet with you has been a risky proposition on my part as the new Pleabaen of the Klin. Since my predecessor succumbed to his long suffering injuries caused by the Humans, we have been very cautious to trust anyone but ourselves.”

Velsum was surprised to see the Kracori blink rapidly several times – a break in his stoic defiance? And when he began to speak, the Pleabaen was shocked at the words he heard.

“I admit that the actions taken by the Kracori at the conclusion of the Juirean war were inappropriate, at least in hindsight. But the Klin are not without responsibility for the circumstances both our races must now endure. We are outlaw races, as decreed by the bastard Humans, unable to show ourselves anywhere in the galaxy for fear of immediate reprisal.”

Velsum nodded. “I agree, hindsight is a valuable tool in analyzing past behavior. I’m sure a history lesson is not required for the two of us, yet sometimes just to speak the words aloud can help bring perspective to prior events.

“Yes, the Klin underestimated the Humans during our plan for revenge against the Juireans. We may have been naïve to assume we could control such a violent and conniving race such as them. It appears now –
in hindsight
– as if the Humans may be the personification of treachery, so our strategy to use them as bait against the Juireans was more transparent to them than it would have been to a more civilized race. And of course, the introduction of the rogue element to the equation – that of Adam Cain and his activities – only hastened the Human’s discovery of our ultimate plan.

“And yet, the revolt by the Kracori against the Klin had an even more deleterious impact on our ultimate strategy. How can you justify that, Nomar Polimic? You betrayed us, and squandered the generations of trust that had developed between our two races.”

Through the expression on the Kracori’s face, Velsum could see that the grey alien was attempting to control his own temper. He did not care. The Klin had never had the opportunity to vent their true feelings to the Kracori since the events of ten years prior. Velsum’s tirade was a culmination of those emotions, conveyed on behalf of his people.

Finally the Kracori spoke: “It is regrettable that the Klin plans for galactic domination did not come to fruition, yet maybe you should have been more careful, both in your selection of the Human race as your surrogates and in your cavalier treatment of the Kracori. Why were you not able to detect that my people might take issue with our predetermined role as your seconds? You just assumed that we would accept direction from the Klin – to be lower to you in the hierarchy of your new Expansion – once the Juireans were vanquished, even though it was to be
our
blood that would be spilled, not yours. Yet your ultimate mistake was not realizing that the
Legend
of the Kracori people is stronger than your own. We were meant to rule, not to be second to anyone.”

“Polimic, it was the Klin who provided all the means for your race to even be considered part of the ruling class of the galaxy. Even though you apparently cannot see it, we bestowed a great honor upon the Kracori. For thousands of years, the Klin had searched the galaxy for races who could partner with us against the Juireans. Your race rose to the top. As I said, it was an honor to be selected.”

The veins in the Kracori’s neck began to pulsate. “Even now, the arrogance of the Klin still amazes me. You
selected
us, and therefore we would naturally feel
honored?
Legend
is of paramount importance to the Kracori, and our Legend does not allow us to be
selected
, to be judged and analyzed by others. It is
we
who do the selecting. This is what you failed to see through the blindness of your own overinflated sense of superiority.”

Velsum glanced to his right and caught the eye of another Klin standing a discrete distance away. This was his security officer, and a simple nod on Velsum’s part would cause a level-one flash bolt to be sent into the back of the Kracori.
This savage must realize he’s in a vulnerable position, having arrived here alone, unarmed and without escort. What is his purpose?

“Polimic, all that you say may be true, as are my words as well. It has been ten years since the events occurred that we both appear to be obsessed with. The past cannot be changed. So why have you sought this audience? It could not have been just so the two of us could express our frustrations with one another.”

Velsum could see the Kracori regain his calm. That was something that had always been vaguely obscene about the Kracori; since their emotions were always on display their thoughts were easy to read.

“That is true, Pleabaen. The past cannot be changed, and I have requested this meeting so we can discuss our
future
.”

Polimic stopped speaking to let the impact of what he’d just said sink in. It apparently was significant, at least to the Kracori.

“Go on, but I was not aware our two races still had a future together.”

“That is yet to be determined,” said the Kracori. “Velsum, you must realize that our destinies are now equally governed by the whims of the bastard Humans? Our races share in the same fate that of outcasts from the affairs of the galaxy, and all thanks to the tiny pink beings.”

“Agreed, Polimic,” Velsum said. “But the Klin have been a renegade race for four thousand years, hiding first from the Juireans and now from the Humans. We are accustomed to this existence, and as always, we have long-range plans underway which will eventually remedy this situation. Such planning gives the Klin hope; it is our way.”