God Emperor of Didcot (Chronicles of Isambard Smith)

By Toby Frost

Tea . . . a beverage brewed from the fermented dried leaves of the shrub Camelli sinensis and imbibed through all of the nice civilizations within the galaxy's historical past; a resource of refreshment, stimulation, and, specially else, of ethical fiberwithout which the British area Empire needs to definitely fall apart to go away Earth on the mercy of its enemies. Sixty percentage of the Empire's tea is grown on one world—Urn, central planet of the Didcot system. If Earth is to maintain scuffling with, the tea needs to circulation! whilst a crazed cult chief overthrows the govt. of Urn, Isambard Smith and his vaguely powerfuble staff locate themselves saddled with new allies—a legion of tea-obsessed nomads, an overly-civilized alien horde. and a commando unit so elite that it has basically 5 members. Only jointly can they defeat the self-proclaimed God Emperor of Didcot and confront the real energy at the back of the coup—the sinister legions of the Ghast Empire and Smith's outdated enemy, Commander 462.

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All opposing us might be shot! ’ His face broke right into a hideous smirk. ‘Remember, humans of Urn, an individual who co-operates and donates his extra nutritious kinfolk to the hot order may be spared. an individual who resists us will die, for we're infallible, and the triumph of our legions can be evidence of our infallibilinessity! All glory to number 1! ’ 462 saluted together with his pincers and antennae, and he light from the monitor. In his position the logo of the praetorians crammed the display like a pirate flag: a stylised Ghast cranium with antennae. ‘Dirty extraterrestrial beings! ’ Smith exclaimed. ‘This is British soil! Or it should were in a few months. ’ He frowned. ‘Six divisions, eh? There’s a rifle within the vehicle. keep on with me, every body – we’re going to forestall them useless of their tracks! ’ The evening sky was once alive with lighting. From the undersides of a dozen ray-shaped craft, searchlights swept the floor. Over the frenzy of thrusters, Ghast loudspeakers bellowed whatever they can: ranting speeches from #1; unfeasible can provide of convenience less than the Ghast Empire; loopy threats and jumbled insults. throughout the adventure W sat within the again subsequent to Suruk, conversing at the fob-phone to his colleague Wainscott. Suruk wound down the window and glued his head out to get a greater view, and the scent of burning rushed into the auto with the nice and cozy evening air. ‘This is a bad idea,’ Carveth stated. ‘I suggest, haven’t you spotted that we’re truly going in the direction of the enemy? 4 humans can’t defeat six divisions, in particular if 1 / 4 of them are hiding. It’s like mooning humans at mild velocity: it simply won’t paintings. At a wager. ’ A jeep swung around the highway in entrance of them. Smith braked tough, and a guy jumped down and ran over. Smith pulled again his jacket and slid his hand onto the Civiliser. ‘One moment,’ W stated, and he received out and paced throughout to the jeep. The newcomer wore large shorts and a khaki blouse. At this distance he gave the look of a bearded, outsized boy scout. For a second they exchanged phrases, then W grew to become again to Smith. ‘The spaceport’s taken! ’ he known as. ‘They’ve bought the ships. We’re trapped the following. ’ ‘Oh hell,’ Carveth stated. W strode again to the automobile, coughing into his hand. ‘They’re unloading biotanks, Edenite battlesuits, the total bloody lot. where is overrun: the cultists are going loopy within the urban. There’s no manner we will be able to outfight this many. Even Wainscott thinks we’re in difficulty. ’ The secret agent stood at the hours of darkness open air the auto, fires and searchlights lights the evening in the back of him, the headlamps turning his face right into a crumpled mess of traces. For a second he appeared careworn. ‘Listen, Smith. We’re attempting to get every body out of the town that we will be able to. 40 miles east of here's a plantation referred to as Chartham. We’ll meet on the bar there and plan our subsequent circulation. ’ ‘Wait,’ acknowledged Smith. ‘Where’s Rhianna? ’ ‘This is an emergency, Smith,’ W acknowledged. ‘I think—’ ‘It’s an emergency for her, too. you recognize the Ghasts have continually sought after her for her powers, and now they’ve received the opportunity. greater than somebody, she’s at risk at once.

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