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    The Rallyist Cycle, Shem Series: Part One
    The Rallyist Cycle, Shem Series: Part One
    The Rallyist Cycle, Shem Series: Part One
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    The Rallyist Cycle, Shem Series: Part One

    By Cass Kim

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    A Rollicking Space Opera
    The Rallyist Cycle is a fast paced novelette series that follows an engaging cast of characters through space as they fight the Democ and their own demons.
    Meet the cast:

    Shem- The thief, the impersonator with a hidden past.

    Elle- The hacker, one tough lady.

    Jerral - The muscle, loyal to a fault.

    Persephone - As of this part, she's the unknown factor.

    Each Series will follow one character through three novelettes.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCass Kim
    Release dateNov 9, 2019
    ISBN9780463107331
    The Rallyist Cycle, Shem Series: Part One
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    Cass Kim

    Having burst onto the publishing scene in May of 2019, Cass is working diligently at finishing up the "Wilders" series. Following the release of "Consequences: A Wilders Finale" Cass will write the first book in the Urban Fantasy series featuring a new strong female YA lead, Sage Roberts. As a firm believer in kindness and lifting others up, Cass spends her non-writing time helping individuals recover from traumatic brain injury and stroke. Well, that and being short, sassy, and more than a little enamoured with the outdoors.

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      The Rallyist Cycle, Shem Series - Cass Kim

      Part One

      The Set-up

      Pulling the map up, I scanned the radar for nearby beacons. After blowing out a deep breath, I took in the typical chatter of everyday work and leisure beacon signals. No distress, no armed forces doing anything but drills. So far, so good. Alta, the small planet made up mostly of fresh water and dense forests, sat huge and brown and green in the viewport. This tiny almost-Earth was going to be the next frontier. At least, that's what the Democ wanted us to think. Propaganda videos depicted clear waters; clean and safe for drinking. I knew better. These waters looked nothing like the old Earth photos from back in the 1900's and 2000's, with the deep blue and bright turquoise oceans: not yet populated with man-made tech floats as mankind over expanded.

      I looked across at my paltry ship crew, both still sleeping soundly. Jerral, a hulk of a man, was barely twenty-three but with the tired lines of a forty-eight year old combat veteran. He'd served in three different war fronts before he met this side of twenty. Recruitment started at fifteen for those families who had had too many mouths and not enough to feed them. With the uncanny awareness of eyes on him that only years of self-preservation could earn, Jerral's eyes popped open, meeting mine briefly before scanning the cabin, tossing me the international mind your own shit sign, and rolling over. Not much of a morning person. Not that there was much of a schedule to be kept onboard with a flight of this distance.

      Below him, but above my bunk, slumbered Elle. When she was sleeping she had this sweet gentle quality about her that could make a man feel protective. All that changed when she woke up. She was one cold, hard-assed woman, with the face of an angel and the body of a sex droid. The only person I'd seen her have a genuine, personal conversation with in the six months she'd been on board was Jerral. Make that in the two years I'd known her.

      Intel. Everything in this maneuver relied on getting the right intel to the right people. Not that I much cared for playing the role of a politico- honestly, the whole damn Democ could rise or fall as it wished without my notice. One thing I've learned is that it doesn't matter who's in charge out here. A dictator, a democracy, a federation, or a royal queenship herself- everyone lies, everyone steps on the little man, and no matter how far we expand, there are too damn many of us that want to get ahead. I want to get a head. The head of the bastard that took my little sister and my family five years ago.

      So far, that aligned me with the Rallyist, an anti-democ group intent on getting government information out to the masses in the hopes of a political overthrow. Or some other crazy shit that would just continue to get people killed. Not my problem. I just wanted information, same as them.

      Shem, what's it looking like? Elle was up, moving around the small cabin with the silent grace of a panther.

      With my heart skipping a few beats, my voice came out a little hoarser than usual. Shit, Elle, clunk your mag boots once and a while. Six days out, give or take. You have the groundwork in place?

      Shoving me none too gently out of the way, Elle tapped a few buttons, bringing up lines of code that meant jack shit to me. That's why she's here- you want information, you need a hacker. Elle's one of the best, or if she's in hearing distance, she is the best. Never met a woman that hits first, asks later, with quite the impact she does.

      Ask another idiot question, Shem. You know it's in order. Invites right here, with the Democ sigil and Turnpike's own code. She held up the forearm scanner she’d spent the past few days coding. I'm not blinking an eye at my part. You're the unknown here. You've got the largest error margin, so don't jack it up.

      Love the honesty, Elle. So hard to find an honest lady these days. I swayed toward her, leaning in to whisper in her ear, Especially one that— oof! The air was shoved out of my lungs by her elbow.

      Eff off Shem. She shut the code screen down and sashayed down the hall. I watched every movement until she went out

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