Training Daze: A Kris Longknife Novella
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An exciting military Science Fiction novella set between Mike Shepherd's third and fourth Kris Longknife novels. Kris Longknife dodges assassins, gains an unwelcome (though rather handsome) bodyguard, and puts together a training squad to travel from planet to planet, preparing crews for the newest, fastest, and deadliest fighting ship. And, of course, nothing goes as planned!
and Penny jumped into the police rig with Kris. It immediately gunned away, soon to be joined by two others. As soon as the street widened, they began passing and falling back, making it impossible to tell which black vehicle had the princess in it. Kris got her supper late that night. Abby spent the cooking time hovering over the kitchen help’s shoulders. She made everyone in the place take a taste of every dish before she took charge of it for delivery. Next morning, the new chief of
“I don’t think I could stand it, sir.” “Kris, they knew what they were doing. We all knew that the only ships out there that could do a damn thing against those battleships were the fast-attack boats. I knew it, and so did the coasties on the runabouts. The tape shows when the first one got blown out of space, and the next, and the next. What it doesn’t show is anyone flinching. Not one of them tried to break away. They saw their power-squadron mates being swatted like flies, and they
United Society (or Societies, depending on your political persuasion). That royal claim was circumscribed by a brand-new, if as yet not very tested, constitution. A recognized legend for the last eighty years, what Ray Longknife bellowed, he expected to have done. “Yes, I will,” said Lieutenant Commander, Her Royal Highness Kristine Anne Longknife, Defender of the Peace at Paris (even if it did involve mutiny), she who commanded at Wardhaven, and presently Commander, Patrol Squadron 10.
That got a wince from the king. “You and I agree, we can’t bring up the problem of Iteeche scouts disappearing without a trace while all we have is their own word. Your granddaughter here wanted to go do some exploring. You sent her to chase pirates instead. Sorry to say, the pirates didn’t provide her all that much of a distraction.” He gave her a respectful nod. Kris returned a proud grin . . . showing plenty of teeth. “Now she wants to take a swing at whatever is going bump
paused to take a sip of his drink. “Different people take a lot of different things away from that story. Me, I keep hoping that we can find enough good people to keep the rest of us from going up in flames.” He handed his drink, less than half-gone, off to a waiter. “We found enough this time. Thank whatever God was keeping count. Now, it seems to me that we’ve spent enough time playing duck in this shooting gallery. What do you say that we blow this place? I didn’t get a chance to eat, and