The Last Predator by Bernard J. (top 100 novels of all time TXT) 📕

The main course of action in a known territory with an unknown warrior resumed to the pull back of the team. She did not bother talking to him, because he knew what kind of man he had become under the captain directory. Silent, arrogant, proud, and invincible, that last one would not stick much, after this fiasco in the Venus planet. Sure, he contained many unidentified new creatures and beasts, but the transformation it received after the invaders Venus was one of the favorite planet of all in the division concerning unknown territory or unknown warrior.

Half way, Carter stood unloaded his protection gear. The gargoyles were already lost so he went directly to his shoulder and his arms. He entered a combination under a tiny box and the hardship shoulder and the arm opened in each side of the specific point he was attached. He held each from his wrist and pulled them out in one swipe. The protective opened with a will of their own, leaving the body of a ungrateful warrior. The sound they emitted in the floor proved they weighted tons. He bend as well to detach the ones in his legs. The same reaction occurred again. He held his neck to crack his bones and put in place his muscles. The tons did not mean much since he had been wearing this outfit for over thirty years now. He looked around and found the corner of the armory as the perfect spot to recharge his state and his spirit. Yet, nothing occurred during the long run of five hours.

In his lifetime in the camp, this would be the first mission he failed. He tried to talk but nothing succeeded to pop out of his mouth. Everyone knew what happened to whoever failed a mission, mostly in Venus planet. However, his spirit could not be further from the truth. Carter tried something even he did not think might relieve him from his defeat. He noticed the passing light speed of the stars in the darkness of the universe. He walked to the ship command and pressed the window button, which opened right away and he step back to contemplate the wonders of the tiny lights shining in the center of the galaxy aligning with the speed of the engine. He admired them as long as he could, but it was the first time he could satisfy his curiosity out of what he grew up and the conception he conceived of things out of the general order of the captain.

All Carter knew while growing up was his first priority rested on accomplishing all his missions with success and return with the team he went with. No men behind, the only concept that the Earth civilisation left behind, worth of keeping in this era of Wars and Missions. Material stuffs and wonders beyond the camp had been irrelevant for the captain and him. Pleasure was a word they might hear once in 10 cycles. Satisfaction resonated in their head and their ears everyday and every time they achieved their missions or they attained their goal. However, knowing the different sense of the word, besides finishing a mission with success did not puzzle them in any way.

"Take the long way home. I want to see the dark sky." he manifested with his hand moving it up and down telling her teammate to slow down. She executed his last order since he would not give those for a longtime after this distraught day. She slowed down the engine and took a look once more at him then she saw it. In the cadet failure in a mission, the captain handcuffed him and transfered him as a prisoner to his old friend in the other side. No one had never known what was waiting for them behind the middle door. This door represented the doomsday for many and a motivation for some. During Carter time in the division, he only heard mention of this door once and this destination was in his plan until this first failing time of return from his last mission.

Carter had been the favorite of the captain for over 20 years. Carter was 35 years old right now and a realized warrior in the camp everyone looked up to or his captain. Since he strayed really in his training, his body was well built through the roughest training of the captain. His muscle popped it in every clothes of the military, tall, calm, and arrogant. He had right to be, he was the best in the camp after the captain. Everything he learned from 15 years old came from the captain and his experiences in the field. He passed most of them to his allegedly son, Carter. Yet, Carter had more under his sleeve than just an arrogant attitude and a unweaving pride. He had that sense of duty behind his eyes who might encourage you to follow him without hesitation. It was one of the many skills a true leader must possess in the regiment. Carter had it naturally in his blood. Gathering people was no mere trick to him. Captain face usually did not express emotional sensation. In Carter presence, sometimes you might feel his joy and pride.

Carter closed his eyes and let his head knocked in the door of the armory behind him. Five minutes later, his snoring noise kept her teammate up long enough to journey back to their planet, the largest ship in the Wolf galaxy, The Sphinx.

Publication Date: 06-26-2016

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