Pax Omega (Pax Britannia)
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Blazing steam-pulp sci-fi the way you crave it! From the Big Bang to the End Of Time - eleven tales from Pax Britannia's past, present and distant future combine into one star-spanning saga set to shake the universe to its foundations – or destroy it!
Doc Thunder's last stand against a deadly foe whose true identity will shock you to your core! El Sombra's final battle against the forces of the Ultimate Reich! The Locomotive Man in a showdown with cosmic science on the prairies of the Old West! Jackson Steele defends the 25th Century against the massed armies of the Space Satan! A duel of minds in the mystery palaces of One Million AD! Blazing steam-pulp sci-fi the way you crave it! From the Big Bang to the End Of Time - eleven tales from Pax Britannia's past, present and distant future combine into one star-spanning saga set to shake the universe to its foundations – or destroy it!
“Soran?” “We have to shut it down! Now! The power drain is growing exponentially, it’s as if –” He froze. “Oh. Oh, no, no, no, you fools –” “Soran?” There was an edge in Maya’s voice now. Inside the field, the animal began to scream. So did the machinery. The stone glowed almost white now. “We’re taking genetic information from the thing’s descendants, aren’t we?” Soran’s voice was trembling. “Yes, but –” “Except this animal is destined to die fighting a #7C! A fang-beast! We’re going to
squad, we’ve got a Colonel, a Captain, an OSS Captain, a Navy Captain, a French mercenary, two civilians, one of whom is still wanted for crimes against Magna Britannia and the other of whom is a conscientious objector, for Christ’s sake, and a... a... I don’t know what he is, but he’s naked –” “Half-naked. His junk’s covered.” “That’s hardly the point, sir! He’s an escaped lunatic from Mexico on a revenge mission! He’s about as far from being an American soldier as you can possibly get!”
blame him. EL SOMBRA SHOOK his head. “This... does not look good.” “I am so sick of you saying that!” Reed hissed. “Is that your catchphrase now? Every time we come across something out of the ordinary, we get a statement of the obvious from a half-naked swordsman! Of course it doesn’t look good! We’re an elite commando unit tasked specifically for abnormal operations – we handle things that by definition do not look good! If they looked good, do you know who’d be looking at them? Private
uncertainty in his voice. Unwen felt oddly detached, observing the massive monster as it roared at him, great globs of its spittle trickling down the outer edge of the field. It walked on its massive hind legs, its small arms seeming useless, almost vestigial. But then, the claws were sharp – perhaps, when it was engaged in fighting or feeding on similarly gigantic reptiles, the arms would latch onto its prey for ease of attack. If he could only study one in a more natural habitat. A mobile
started working on a means of bringing the Stone back inside current time, and keeping it there. The solution was simple and elegant; force was never going to work against the Lonesome Rider, and – immortal or no – Lars Lomax had no desire to get shot through the head. So how to get the Stone out of his grip? “Simple,” Lars smiled, in that way he had. “We ask.” Maya had leant back on her chair, studying him carefully. “Just ask him to hand it over?” “Sure. Checkmate, by the way.” Lars’ smile