Space Assassins: The Complete Series 1-5, page 1
Space Assassins
The Complete Series 1-5
Scott Baron
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Contents
The Interstellar Slayer
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
The Vespus Blade
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Epilogue
The Ghalian Code
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Epilogue
Death From the Shadows
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Epilogue
Hozark’s Revenge
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Epilogue
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About the Author
The Interstellar Slayer
Space Assassins 1
“The two most powerful warriors are Patience and Time.”
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– Leo Tolstoy
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter One
The entirety of Emmik Rostall’s compound was in a state of panic. The emmik was a powerful man, after all, and this simply should not happen. His magic might not have been as strong as a visla’s, but he played an important role in the Council of Twenty’s affairs, steering resources and coin with unrivaled skill.
As such, Emmik Rostall could afford a great deal of protection. Yet, despite all of the armed men and magical wards placed around his grounds and residence chambers, one of his men had been killed. And not by accident. This was the work of an assassin.
It was pure l
“A Wampeh Ghalian, Emmik. I would bet my life on it,” the captain of the guard informed his employer.
“You’re certain?” Rostall replied.
“The skill with which it was carried out leaves few alternatives.”
“Then we seem to have quite a problem on our hands.”
“Indeed, Emmik.”
Emmik Rostall thought a long moment. For one of the legendary assassins to slay a member of his guard could only mean one thing. Someone had employed them to eliminate him. But, thanks to a bit of luck, the plot had been discovered before they could complete their task.
The smug power user smiled. He had an idea. “Call all of the inner estate guards to the center courtyard. Those already patrolling the perimeter will double their detail and not only keep an eye not only for intruders, but also upon one another.”
“I will make it so,” the captain replied, then rushed off to set the plan in motion.
Wampeh were a pale race with dark hair, easy to spot in a crowd in most instances. But Wampeh Ghalian were something else altogether. A rare anomaly of magical potential that allowed a fraction of a fraction of their kind to steal another’s magic. Not by spells, but by drinking their blood.
It was a horrifying enough trait on its own. But the thousands of years they had worked as assassins, refining their craft until they became the single most feared group of hired killers the galaxy had ever seen, had granted them special talents. Expert use of shimmer cloaks, hiding themselves from view with the magical camouflage rendering them invisible, for one. Stealth unlike any other. And the most terrifying, the perfection of magical disguise spells far superior to all.
That meant the killer could conceivably be anyone in the grounds. A powerful visla would be able to see through the disguise, but he was less powered, a mere emmik. At least Emmik Rostall knew the assassin was not his captain. For if it had been, despite his relatively impressive power, he would almost certainly already be dead.
The men patrolling the grounds were unlikely to be a disguised assassin. If someone had already been slain deep within the compound walls, it meant the threat was much closer than that. Still, having the guards checking one another provided an additional layer of scrutiny that might catch the Wampeh if he or she were to slip up.
A short while later, inside the deepest, most secure part of the compound, the emmik’s guards stood at attention, row upon row of dangerous men of a number of races, armed with both blades and konuses, the magically charged bands snug around their wrists. The emmik had spared little expense in assembling those who would protect him within his walls, and all were well versed in the use of their magical weapons as well as conventional ones.
“The men are assembled, Emmik,” the captain said, taking his place at his employer’s side.
Emmik Rostall stepped up onto the slightly raised podium upon which his seat resided and surveyed the men before him. He then opened a little box beside his chair and removed a small, ornate vial. It was no longer than perhaps the tip of his fingers to his palm and the diameter of a woman’s thumb. The top possessed a magically sealed nozzle, firmly in place for many, many years.
“Well, well. The time has finally come,” he quietly murmured, studying the priceless relic in his hands.
Then Emmik Rostall quietly spoke the words that released the spell and popped the nozzle open with his finger. He slowly walked toward the first row of men standing quietly at attention.
Casually, and without warning, he splashed a drop of the tube’s contents on the face of the first man he came to. The guard stood stock-still, the rivulet of water slowly running down his cheek. Rostall nodded then continued down the ranks, pausing every so often to flick his wrist again, sending a drop of water flying onto another of his men.
Not everyone received that treatment, though. The container didn’t hold nearly enough of the priceless, irreplaceable fluid for all of the guards. And even if it did, Emmik Rostall’s unpredictable use of the water was enough, he hoped, to perhaps make the hidden threat slip up.
The emmik wove through the ranks, following no set pattern, his captain close at his side, senses on high alert, killing spells ready to fly at a moment’s notice. The stakes were higher than they’d ever been, and this was where he would earn his keep or die in the process.
