All Chapters of The Alpha Protocol: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

158 Chapters

Epilog: The gravity of the hearts

The escape capsule struck with a dull, earthy crack. After the ear-powdering boar of atmospheric re-entry, sudden silence almost tangible. The ship planted a few meters through dense, soft ferns before it with a last, heavy sighs of shock absorbers to stand. We had not landed in Ouroboros, but on one of the pristine, wild sollen on the edge of the Azur blue. Due to the soot and plasma heat, the gentle, silver Light of the moon. I was very breathing in my belt. The adrenaline that me through the ice cold Orbit and the Star Cemetery had whipped, suddenly began to flee. Back remained only a bleeding exhaustion – and the overwhelming, posing consciousness, that we were alive. Klack. Besides me, Kael released his heavy seat belts. He ripped the clob Vacuum helmet from the head and threw it in the corner of the capsule. Then he turned join me. Without saying a word, he bent over me. Its massive, in black Polymer sheathed arms supported left and right next to my head. The f

Book 7: The wild plaice Chapter 1: Morning dew and scrap

The first thing I felt was not the hard seat of the escape capsule, but a uniform, soothing heat. I slowly opened my eyes. The dimmed emergency light of the capsule was extinguished. Instead, a soft, emerald green morning light fell through the blackened Bulleye. I still lay half in Kael's arms, my head rested on his broad Breast that lifted and lowered in the steady pace of his breath. He was already awake. His green eyes had the bent fittings over us, but as I I rained, his gaze fell down to me immediately. A soft smile that was intended for me was stolen on his lips. He raised the hand and put a lost hair strand behind my ear. His touch was so trusted, like we never did anything else. “Good morning, junk collector,” he bruised quietly, his voice still rough from Sleep. “Good morning, Commander,” I whispered back and stretched carefully. Everyone Muscle in my body protested after the G forces of yesterday, but the feeling of Kael's strong arms around me made the pain

Chapter 2: The ruler of the Farn

The dense, emerald green and violet ferns were silent. The Being was not a faulty code of the Old World and no biomechanical abhorrence of the swarm. It was the pure, merciful Evolution of flying pollen. It was gigantic – loosely as large as our old chain crosser, the steel lungs. His Anatomy remembered a cap-like beast, but it moved to six musculosed legs continued. His entire body was of a natural Armored, which looked like stoned, dark tree bark, grown with bright, sticky moss that made it almost invisible in the jungle. From four dolch-like, bent saber teeth protruding from its solid jaw, evaporating saliva troff. An emerald pear. I had read about it in the old records of Silas, but they thought they were extinct. The amber eyes of the beast fixed us. She must have smoked Rescue capsule, then Nova and Silas, and finally Kael, the only offensive had occurred. The predator immediately recognized the greatest danger. With an ear-powdering, deep boils, the leaves of th

Chapter 3: The harvest of wilderness

The adrenaline rush was a deep, focused rest. In the wilderness we didn't waste anything. That was the top law of survival long before I had seen a flying city or an ocean lab. I knelt beside the dead Emerald-Pirscher and looked at the thick, bark-like sheds. My mind already ordered the resources. “Silas, take your knife and help me in armoring,” I told the historian, which still slightly trembled the sweat from the forehead. ‘This Rinden flakes are extremely light and absorb kinetic impacts better than ours Standard steel. If we overlap them to the outside of the escape capsule Weld – or glue them with the abyssal resin from our suit reservoirs – we have a natural camouflage and a bullet-proof fortress.” “A biological reactivation armoring,” muttered Silas, and his eyes began to shine immediately before scientific zeal. nausea seemed like blown away. “Fascinating. The cell structure of the scales hardens kinetic action. I'll get my tool." I turned to Kael and Nova. “N

Chapter 4: The view from the crown

The first light of the new day was not sunny, but a diffuse, milky White that fought down through the pink mists. The Scholle woke up. All around our armoured capsule began the purple To pulsate Farne, and from afar the distant, melodic calls of stranger sounded Birds that sounded more like a flute than an animal leach. I stood up, my limbs stiff from the ground, and watched as Kael was already there, to check the kinetic security of his rifle. His eyes met mine, and for one The moment was forgotten by the wilderness of the surroundings. The closeness of last night hing still difficult and familiar in the air. “Write for the ascent?” he asked and approached me to arrest the To help straps on my tool backpack. His fingers stripped my Naked, and my pulse accelerated unwillingly. “Summer,” I answered and forced me to focus on work. ‘If this island is so huge, as it seems, we have to get over the mists, to get a clean signal.” The ascent of the “light giant”, like Silas the

Chapter 5: The march into uncertainty

The descent from the light giant was almost as strenuous as the ascent, but the Certainness of a clear goal was a new force for our tired muscles. When we get back reached the soil covered by fog and purple ferns, the afternoon broke already on. We didn't waste time. Our base improvised from the rescue capsule was a masterpiece of upcycling, but she was stationary. For a continental march we had to be light and efficient. I stood in front of the massive shell of the escape pod and grabbed my Tool backpack. From the overlapping bark scales of the dead emerald Pirschers I had light but extremely resistant breastpanzers for Nova and Silas improvises, held together by the tear-resistant parachute cables. “We can’t take everything,” I said and weighed the heavy plasma burner in the hand, before I put him sighing to the pile with the things we have had to leave. “We are limited to survival equipment. Kinetics Weapons, ammunition, thermal cutters, water filters and emergency ph

Chapter 6: The Floating Shadows

The night passed without incidents, apart from the uncanny, strange Calling through the canopy. But the next morning the atmosphere of the jungle changed. The golden fog rose not as it was the day before, but compressed into a pressing, moist-hot soup. The visibility dropped to less than thirty meters. Every step through the wet foliage sounded ear-powdering loud, and the air smelled difficult for ozone and rotting wood. At noon Kael remained abrupt. He not only lifted the fist, but immediately went into a deep, ready-to-compete hockey. We stared. I pulled my thermal Vibro cutter without activating it. The silent sums of the blade would have been too loud in this threatening silence. “What is it?” Nova whispered and slowly left the run of her shotgun slide right. “We are being persecuted,” said Kael. His voice was barely more than a breath. “Not from a single animal. It is a pack.” “I don’t receive anything on the thermal scanner,” sintered Silas panically and stared at

Chapter 7: The gorge of the mute gods

The jungle didn't give us voluntarily. He fought for every meter. We marched half a day through the moist, impenetrable green, always on the hat in front of the rustling underwood. But the more we Silas’ flickering Signal followed, the more dry the air became. The pressing, pink fog released gradually rose into thin, ghostly veils and gave a look at the true Jesus Christ. When we finally broke through the tree line, the world suddenly changed. We were standing at the edge of a huge, rusty canyon. The cliffs fell hundreds of meters steeply down, rugged and smoothly ground by strong winds. Deep down, in the shadow of the gorge, a gorgeous, white-fooling river froze out. The air no longer smell after decay and mushrooms, but after hot stone, iron and freedom. “Finally dry soil again”, Nova snorted on a sunlit rock block fall and pulled out the heavy boots to their evaporating socks. “When I touch a slim leaf I have to run out.” Silas cautiously joined the edge of the abyss

Chapter 8: The Fall and the Shadow

I put on my harness, checked the knots I had with the Consortium wire had tied, and lifted my titanium roller on the rope. The wind suddenly rose. He came from the depths of the canyon, an angry, whistling up, driving the fine red sand into my eyes. “Come on, Jada!” Silas called over the radio, and the static noise sounded concerned. “The barometric pressure falls rapidly! This is a thermal upswing that is equal to in a fall wind reversed!” I was breathing deeply. Ouroboros had taught me to read the wind. I knew what Silas meant. When the wind turned, he would push me down and that anyway brittle rope with an enormous load. I kicked off. The Ruck almost ripped the air out of the lungs. The gorge opened under me like the gracious sound of a hungry God. The gorgeous river deep down was just a narrow, white thread. The heat of the lubricated camp radiated to my hands off while I get over the abyss at speed shot. The shore came closer. Kael stood right at the edge of the r

Chapter 9: The sleeping giant

The plasma torch shook like an angry dragon. The gleaming blue ray fresco slow but unstoppable through the centuries-old titanium of the mighty Scots. Sparks rained in the deep gorge behind us, while Kael and Nova Environs with pulled weapons secured. “The metal is incredibly dense,” I muttered, the welding beads on my forehead ignoring. The heat of the burner radiated through my thick gloves. ‘It is an alloy built for eternity. No wonder the First Fleet the orbit has reached.” After endless minutes, the last castle cracked. A deep, mechanical Stöhnen went through the mountain. I stepped back and turned off the burner. Kael stepped forward, anchored his boots the rusty grids of the platform and pushed its massive, armored hands into the glowing gap between the door wings. His muscles stretched to tear, the titanium rings of his suit crawled under the enormous Strength. Slowly, centimeters for centimetres, the gates of the Aether City stood up. A swollen, absolutely pur

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