The career of a super soldier gets complicated when he finds himself in a strange new galaxy.
Commander Rafian VCA the most gifted Space Marine in the Anstractor Alliance remembers nothing.
Waking up with no recollection of his life before becoming a Jumper recruit, he falls in love, joins a rebellion, and focuses his efforts on overthrowing a government. But as his memory slowly returns, he recalls his original mission. Rafian now has a new goal: find his way home, make things right with the love of his life, and avenge the aliens who invaded his planet. But first, the Jumpers must pay, pay for ruining his life.
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The ship drifted in silently to avoid detection and with Qyeran being a low-tech country, it was nothing for a skilled pilot to plant a young cadet onto her surface without any of the locals noticing.
Rafian nodded at the pilot and Samoo LES, who had come along to wish his boy an extra bit of luck. Though they couldn’t see each others’ faces through the masks, Rafian was appreciative of his teacher making the trip to see him off. The nod also told the pilot that he was ready to deploy as he folded his arms across his chest.
A hatch dropped from beneath him and in an instant, he was falling towards the lush, green expanse of the planet. Rafian hoped this would be the beginning of an eventless adventure. The pilots had told him at his briefing that the way to remain undetected was to delay releasing his wings until he was a few hundred feet above the trees.
According to Samoo, the Geralos considered Vestalians to be an extremely tasty meal, so on discovery, they would not hesitate to tear him apart to snack on his innards. Rafian also had the seeker blood of his mother, and upon that discovery, his remains would probably be shipped to the top authorities for consumption. After hearing all of this, Rafian had decided that he would eat his gun before risking capture by the Geralos. But until then, he would do what he was told to do and deploy his wings at the last possible second.
The wind must be hot, he thought as he fell, because his goggles became foggy and it took some time to adjust to the humidity. His computer was set to trigger an alarm when he was at the lowest altitude possible for safe deployment, so he relaxed and waited for its buzz.
The maroon sky reminded him of nights on Genese. It was dark, but light enough to see the tops of the trees along with millions of lights in the distance.
When the alarm sounded, he delayed for two seconds and then released his wings, which flipped out from his backpack and forced his fall into a glide. He flew in circles, spiraling down towards the trees, the process faster than he had expected. Before he knew it, he was on the ground with his vilo-sword drawn and wrist map out. He plotted a course to the nearest city, where he would have to find a way to return to the ship.
Being able to breathe in his flight suit was hard due to the time it took to turn the planet’s atmosphere into clean, breathable oxygen. It felt as if he was constantly out of breath and being forced to breathe from a straw. However, he couldn’t dwell on this discomfort, knowing the panic it could bring. So, putting breathing to the side, he focused and kept his mind on the task at hand.