Authors: Ethan Day
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Life in fusion
The Sequel to Sno Ho
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Life in fusion
The Sequel to Sno Ho
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and
incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or
persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2010 by Ethan Day
All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole
or in part in any form.
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ISBN# 978-1-60820-237-9 Issued 2010
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Buck Caldera methodically inched his way
across the thin ledge, grasping at any bump or
crevice in the steaming cliff rock wall he could find
to help maintain his balance. He took in a tense
breath, knowing one misstep and he’d plummet to
his death. The intense heat would have been more
than most could handle. Even for him, born on the
volcanic planet of Voldaire, the blistering dry wind
that ripped through the vast chasms of Pluternica
were nearly enough to make him lose hold of his
senses. It required total concentration to maintain
his balance and stave off disorientation.
The shrill shriek from the Darten Beasts living
among the caves throughout the canyon whisked
by, as if riding on the wind, and serving as a
reminder he was in constant danger. Even the light
from the three suns that kept this wretched planet
drenched in constant daylight was severely diffused
by the dense fog, which whizzed past him, trapped
in the straight-line winds.
He tightened his grip, his fingers burning as
another large stone bounced down the side of the
cliff, missing his head by mere inches.
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“Fucking dung beasts!” Buck growled. Dirt
and rock particles rained down upon his head and
shoulders, shaken loose by the larger stone. He
carefully continued making his way closer to the
large vent in the wall. “I’m looking forward to slicing
open as many of you as I can.”
The only advantages he had were his cunning
and the Caldemantian sword, forged from the
hardest metal known in all the galaxies. It was rare
indeed, and could only be found on Voldaire. Many
had perished trying to relieve him of the sword,
which could cut through anything, even the thick
hide of the Darten Beasts. All he needed to do was
open up one of them. The sickly, sweet stench of
the beast’s blood would be enough to disorient and
ward off the rest of their kind. He’d have maybe
thirty clicks from the time he spilt the first drop of
the Darten’s blood to search the caverns for the
Halo. If he were unable to vacate before the effects
wore off, he’d be left open to attack once again.
Buck was just outside the opening. He
steadied himself before removing the sheath from
its holster on his belt. He held it out, pressing the
lever that released the blades from the openings on
each end. The sound of the metal scraping as the
blades shot out never failed to give him a blood-
lustful thrill. A sensation of power shot through
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his chest and into his loins. He was ready to do
battle—ready to kill.
Keeping his back pressed firmly against
the rock, Buck yanked one of the two remaining
plasma grenades off the other side of his utility belt.
He hesitated, counting off the time before tossing
it around the corner into the shaft. The blinding
light went off and a thunderous clap vibrated the
wall, jarring one of his feet loose. Several shrieks
erupted as the air was forced out of the tunnel,
and Buck jabbed one end of the sword into the cliff
side to balance himself until he once again had his
Buck shook his head, spitting out more of
the dust and debris he’d been showered with.
He grinned, pulling the sword back out of the
rock, knowing he’d eviscerated the beasts that
had been laying in wait for him. It wouldn’t do
anything to ward off the others, as they had been
instantaneously burned to dust, but it would give
him time to get his bearings and prepare for battle.
He swung his body around the corner and
jumped into the pitch black opening. He retrieved
the pair of goggles from the utility belt and slipped
them on. Tapping the button on the side caused
them to hum as the green glow from the night
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vision flickered on. He was now able to see through
Buck tried to regulate his breathing, settling
himself into heat. His long scruffy black hair stuck
to his face and neck in clumps. He licked his lips,
they were cracked and as dry as the air around
him, burning from the single bead of salty sweat
that ran down his cheek to the corner of his mouth.
The cavern was larger than he’d expected,
opening up once inside. The deep purple rock
seemed to pulsate, though Buck knew it was
merely the heat vapors creating the visual effect.
He didn’t have to wait long, having barely made his
way inside before the first Darten was screeching
He could make out the thick, matted silvery
hair and long fangs dripping with venom as the
thirteen foot beast hurtled itself toward him. The
venom was a highly toxic paralytic. You were still
alive when they started to eat you. One drop on his
skin and he was as good as dead.
He twirled the blade, readying his stance.
“Come on you mongrel piece of shit, time to die for
the greater good.”
His nerves were hard like the metal in his
hands. He jettisoned himself forward, closing the
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distance between himself and the beast.
The Darten’s long arms extended, ready
to strike as Buck propelled his body up into the
air and sailed over the top of the monster. The
beast made an attempt to redirect its powerful yet
lumbering large arms into the air to grab hold of
him, but it was already too late. Buck slashed the
Darten across its lower back and it shrieked in
pain as its intestines spilled out onto the floor. He
landed into a roll and was quickly up on his feet.
The beast took two more steps before falling face
first to the stone floor of the cavern. Buck turned
from the twitching body, the scent of its blood filling
He forced his own nausea back, taking solace
in the fact that the remaining Dartens, which had
been headed in his direction, were now fleeing.
Their battle shrieks replaced with awful high-
“Fucking animals,” he muttered, spitting onto
the ground in an attempt to get the taste out of his
mouth. He turned back to the carcass and raised
the sword, slicing off a large chunk of the intestine.
Buck staked the chunk of meat with the tip of his
blade, placing it into a satchel constructed from
a gauze-like netting. He slung the strap over his
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shoulder before turning toward the darkness. The
blood was already saturating the fabric, hissing
as it dripped and boiled on the cavern floor. It was
disgusting, but Buck knew keeping a piece of it on
his person would buy him the most time.
He tapped his earpiece, turning on the com
device and static blew into his ear as he began
running down the corridor.
“Activate the timer, Gostric,” Buck
commanded. “And get the damn ship into position.”
Gostric’s voice crackled through the com.
“You got it, Captain.”
Buck continued to sprint down the cavern as
the timer in his goggles put up thirty clicks, before
immediately commencing the countdown. His
adrenaline level was beginning to regulate, and he
once again felt the heat pressing in on him as he
searched up and down each side tunnel he came
The atmosphere on Pluternica was hotter
and more acidic than his home planet. Despite
the unusual insulation property of his skin, Buck’s
chest was beginning to tighten as the sulfuric-
leaden air became thicker and dryer the deeper he