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 DAUNTLESS

Invasion: Earth Saga Book Six

Sean Robins
 Books by Sean Robins:

(Invasion: Earth Saga)

Book One: Invincible

Book Two: Indomitable
Book Three: Valiant
Book Four: Victorious
Book Five: Valkyrie
Book Six: Dauntless
Book Seven: Freedom
Book Eight: Fortitude
Book Nine: Guardian
Book Ten: Majestic
Book Eleven: Leviathan

(Audiobooks are available on Audible)

Note from the author: This is a dark and gritty reboot of the humorous Crimson
Deathbringer series. Please see “Author’s Note I” for more information. If you’ve
read and enjoyed the original series, I don’t think you should read this; you’ll
probably hate it. On the other hand, if you read The Crimson Deathbringer and
liked the story but not the comedy, maybe give this version a chance.
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 TABLE OF CONTENTS

BOOKS BY SEAN ROBINS

TABLE OF CONTENTS
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
PREVIOUSLY IN INVASION: EARTH SAGA PART ONE
PREVIOUSLY IN INVASION: EARTH SAGA PART TWO: VALKYRIE’S
EPILOGUE (BOOK 5)
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
EPILOGUE
BOOK 7 (FREEDOM) SAMPLE
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
BOOK EIGHT'S (FORTITUDE) SAMPLE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
BOOK NINE'S (GUARDIAN) SAMPLE
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
FREEDOM
FORTITUDE
GUARDIAN
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
AUTHOR’S NOTE I
AUTHOR’S NOTE II
BOOK REVIEW REQUEST
 ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I would like to express my deepest gratitude to:

My dear friend Brandon Ellis (author of Project Atlantis) who

has played a vital role in the success of this series.
My super-talented narrator, Jade Ferifyre, who has brought
these stories to life in such a way that I wouldn’t have thought
possible. Even though I know the books by heart (obviously), I
must’ve listened to the audiobooks at least five times.
My fantastic editor Tyler Colins. I’m indebted to her for the
wonderful job she’s done.
My beta readers, Gwen Collins, Tara Norris, James Harker
(author of Rise from the Dark Forest), Jeff Bristow, Jarvis Cherron
Kolen, Theresa Kiefer, Marwan Ali, and Nikki Prasertwong, who
helped me shape a lot of my ideas.

My dear friends Koorosh and Hooman. Koorosh is a writing

buddy, an editor, and a creative consultant all rolled into one, and
Hooman is an online marketing specialist whose help and advice has
been priceless.
 PREVIOUSLY IN INVASION: EARTH SAGA PART ONE

An Akaki extremist, Commander Nelzod, has prepared a formula

called SAM (Super-Akakie Maker) which turns the Akakies into
werewolf-like Apex predators. She distributes SAM among her
followers and attacks Earth but is killed by Jim.
Following Maada’s plan, Jim pretends that he’s killed while fighting a
crazy AI bent on annihilating all living things in the universe and sent
back by God to unite the galaxy against future threats. With Tarq’s
help, who has secretly installed invisible MFMs over all the habitable
planets in the galaxy, the plan works, and the United Federation of
Planets is born, with Jim as its chancellor.
Maada informs Jim that according to recent discoveries by a Xortaag
scientist, there are at least three parallel universes, and people can
move between them by opening portals.
It’s later revealed that in one of those universes, all the Akakies have
used SAM, and being strong, determined warriors now, they have
conquered their own galaxy, and now are on the way to invade ours.
The Super-Akakies refer to their government as the White Republic.
 PREVIOUSLY IN INVASION: EARTH SAGA PART TWO: VALKYRIE’S
EPILOGUE (BOOK 5)

Kanoor, the Super-Akakies’ Home Planet

The White Republic’s Universe
Earth Date 15/11/2086
(Four Years Later)

C
ommander Tarq scratched his head, unconsciously smoothed
the front of his black uniform, and tried to make sense of the
data he was receiving on his PDD about the universe the
White Republic’s Navy was about to invade.
Kanoor had disappeared, and Tangaar was nowhere to be
seen either. It seemed the galaxy was run by some sort of a central
government, based on Earth, of all places. The head of the
government was a human, a Chancellor Harrison, and the Akakies
and the Xortaags were allies. Allies! How had his people ended up
collaborating with those filthy barbarians?
Tarq looked up Jim Harrison. There was someone with that
name in their database. A Major Harrison had fought the invading
Super-Akakie fleet during the conquest of Earth. Some insignificant
fighter pilot whom everyone had forgotten about.
What the hell has happened in this universe?
He looked at his second-in-command, Sub-Commander
Nelzod, and asked, “Do you understand any of this?”
Nelzod shook her head wordlessly.
 Tarq fidgeted uncomfortably on Monstrous’s way-too-small
command chair. The ship was built before they all used the Super-
Akakie Maker formula Nelzod had developed, and everything was
disproportionately small. Tarq had often thought about ordering a
retrofit, but with everything that was going on, there was never
enough time for that. The White Republic’s Navy had more important
things to do, being busy conquering the galaxy and whatnot.
“Admiral Juntoo,” Tarq called out. “Does this change our plans
in any way?”
The admiral, wearing a black uniform identical to Tarq’s but
with the Navy’s insignia, looked up from his station and smirked
confidently. “Absolutely not. Their combined fleets will not last a day,
with our preparations already in place. It will not even be a
challenge.”
Tarq nodded in agreement. “Yes. I did not think so.”
He had an incoming message. Prince Mushgaana, also in the
Navy’s black uniform, appeared on a screen hovering in front of
Tarq. The prince bowed his head slightly and said, “Commander
Tarq. You wanted to see me.”
Tarq ignored him and yawned theatrically.
Nelzod, watching this exchange with interest, chuckled.
Mushgaana’s face reddened. He ground his teeth, hesitated
for a moment, and bowed all the way to the waist.
“I wanted to hear your report in person.” Tarq smiled darkly.
“It is always good to see you squirm.”
“The Xortaag fleet is mobilized, as ordered,” said the prince.
“Forty thousand space fighters accompanied by a sufficient number
of transport ships and ground forces, waiting for your command.”
“Welcome to the White Republic’s Navy, even though you are
only a small part of it. And do yourself a favor and freshen up on
your decorum.” Tarq pointedly rubbed the back of his skull. “Do not
make me remind you who is holding your leash.”
Mushgaana glared at him. “You do not need to mention there
is a bomb under my skull every time we meet.”
Tarq narrowed his eyes. “I feel that I do. Your people seem to
have very short memories. You remember, just recently, we had to
activate a few thousand of those bombs, do you not?”
The prince looked like he was about to choke.
“You are dismissed,” Tarq said with a disdainful gesture.
He cut the connection, leaned back on his seat, and looked
around the bridge. Everyone, including Nelzod and Juntoo, looked
back at him.
“Let us go get ourselves a new universe,” he said.
Dauntless
 PROLOGUE

T
he Talgoinian fleet’s sailors were slaughtered to the last man
and woman.
Prince Mushgaana, on the bridge of his command ship,
Courageous, watched the massacre on the main screen. They
outnumbered the defending fleet’s ships ten to one, and the
Talgoinians (who Mushgaana was certain had never thought one day
they would have to defend against an invasion from an alternate
universe) never stood a chance, but those guys were known to be
suicidal anyway. In fact, ceremonial mass suicide was a big part of
their culture.
And apparently that held true in this universe too.
Well, it doesn't get any more “mass” than this, thought
Mushgaana bitterly.
The Talgoinians, with less than two thousand ships, had
decided to stand against his twenty-two. Mushgaana would never
understand these people, but he was certain Maada would have. His
old, dead friend had done the same thing, after all. The general had
stood against the might of the White Republic’s Navy with a fraction
of their forces under his command and got himself and several
thousand other Xortaags killed in the process.
And what good has that done anyone?
The bridge crew cheered and whooped as they watched the
battle on the main screen, with smiles and happy faces all around,
but Mushgaana felt nothing but a deep sense of melancholy. This
was not a military victory; this was an extermination. And they were
not the conquerors they once were; they were nothing but Super-
Akakies’ slaves. At least Maada had died a free man.
The prince asked his communication officer to put him
through to the Talgoinian officials. “We demand your unconditional
surrender,” he told the aliens, but the words felt empty, even to him.
 He held his breath and waited for an answer, which came
shortly after. Unfortunately for the Talgoinians, their answer was
exactly what Mushgaana had predicted. “We die before we surrender
to the likes of you!”
“Take your demand and shove it where the sun does not
shine!” added another voice.
Mushgaana sighed heavily and waited for his orders, which he
knew would come soon. He was certain what the order would be. He
did not want to do it—there was no honor in massacring defenseless
civilians— but he unconsciously touched the back of his skull where
the Super-Akakies had inserted a tiny bomb under his skin and told
himself he was not going to forfeit his life and the lives of everyone
under his command in a vain attempt to spare the Talgoinians.
Commander Tarq’s image, dressed in his simple black
uniform, appeared on a VR screen in front of the prince. “Kill them
all,” said the huge, scary insect merrily, “or at least as many as you
possibly can within the next few hours, then report back to me.”
So be it.
Mushgaana opened a channel to the Xortaag fleet. “Finish the
job,” he ordered; then he turned off his tactical display, leaned back
onto the command chair, and closed his tired eyes.
The general would have been so disappointed in me.
Ashamed, even.
It was probably better that Maada had been killed and was
not around to see what was going on these days. Who would have
thought the Xortaags, a race of proud warriors, would end up being
the Super-Akakies’ puppets? Damn the insects, especially Nelzod,
who had come up with AZX-7 (aka SAM, standing for Super-Akakie
Maker), and Tarq, who had approved its mass administration,
turning a bunch of spineless clowns into fierce, strong, capable
killing machines.
He opened his eyes and looked upward. Sorry, General. I wish
I could have done better.
Mushgaana contacted Tarq a few hours later, forcing himself
to bow as soon as the insect’s image appeared in front of him,
“Mission accomplished, as you ordered.”
 Tarq grinned, showing rows of sharp teeth. “Well done,
Prince. Tell me, do you know how many alternate universes there
are?”
Mushgaana shook his head. He had not been aware of this
one’s existence until a few weeks ago, when Tarq had informed him
he was planning to invade an alternate universe. And even then
Mushgaana had thought the insect was joking.
“Four,” said Tarq, “but one of them seems untouchable, so
really three, and we have just conquered the second one. Cheer up.
We are already two-thirds of the way to total multiverse domination.”
Tarq cut the connection.
Enjoy your victory, insect, thought Mushgaana. My memory is
long, and my lifespan longer. I will have vengeance, for my planet,
my people, my family, and my only real friend, whom you killed.
 CHAPTER ONE

F
ive enemy space fighters came straight at Maada and me,
laser cannons blazing.
“Just to be clear,” I asked Maada while following them
on my tactical display, “this ain’t the universe-ending catastrophe
you keep warning me about, right?”
“Seriously?” growled the general. “Five ships? Which part of
‘something more dangerous than anything we have dealt with in the
past is coming our way’ do you not understand?”
I grinned at his image. “Just checking.”
“Can I respectfully recommend Mr. Chancellor focus on the
job at hand?” he said testily. “It will be a galactic embarrassment if
the famous Golden Viper is incinerated in her first encounter with
the Jadacit fleet. And let me remind you Cordelia and Tarq say these
space fighters are nearly as good as ours.”
Which was a surprise because no one in our galaxy could
match the Akakies’ technological superiority.
“OK baby,” I told my Viper, loud enough for Maada to hear.
“Let’s go kick some alien ass. Again.”
Maada mumbled under his breath. He often complained
working with me had aged him. I thought he looked really good for
a hundred-year-old man.
Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I pushed the stick and
opened fire with my laser cannons as soon as my HUD highlighted
one of the enemy ships, showing me it was within range. This was
the first time I was engaged in a dogfight since we blew up Father
(a crazy AI bent on exterminating all life forms in the universe)
almost four years ago, and by God, I’d missed this. A peaceful
universe was a boring universe.
 The Jadacit space fighters looked like spheres, with two
engines jutting out of them, and a laser cannon front and center
under the cockpit. The one I’d targeted exploded under my
continuous fire, and the other four scattered in every direction. I
chose another gomer and went after it. This one went down with a
Sparrow missile up its ass.
Still got it!
“Easy peasy, lemon squeezy,” said Cordi.
“This is better than sex!” I exclaimed.
“How would you know?” asked Cordi wryly. “You haven’t been
intimate with anyone for years now.”
“Since Ella was killed. Thanks for reminding me.”
All of a sudden, red-hot laser bolts shot from behind were all
over my Viper.
“There is an enemy ship on your six,” said the general
conversationally.
“I know,” I answered equally conversationally. Nothing to
worry about. Just another day at the office.
“This might be a good time to use my teleporting device,” he
advised.
Maada had installed a teleportation device in his space fighter
—a device he’d used twice to defeat me. After I borrowed it to
pretend that I’d come back from the dead (with a message from God
himself, no less), I refused to give it back to him. I was the
chancellor of the United Federation of the Planets, after all, and
what I said went.
“Nah,” I said. “Watch this.”
I pulled the throttle slightly, reducing my Viper’s speed and
allowing the enemy fighter to get closer while jinking my bird to
avoid the incoming laser bolts; then I punched a red button next to
the stick. This was Tarq and his R&D team’s brainchild—the same
weapon I’d used to kill the Black Fleet’s leader. Hundreds of tiny
missiles were shot at the pursuing enemy ship. To his credit, the
pilot threw their fighter up and down, left and right, and avoided
most of the missiles, and the few that did impact didn't seem to
cause serious damage. I was in the middle of a sharp turn to get
him in my gunsight and finish the job when the enemy space fighter
exploded and the Crimson Deathbringer flew right through its
expanding debris.
“Hey!” I objected. “Now you’re just showing off. And that still
counts as my kill!”
“It does not,” answered Maada. “What was that you once told
me? You snooze, you lose. You have become slow, my friend.”
“I blame it on all the time that I have to spend behind a desk.
Being the chancellor of the galaxy is a big responsibility, you know.”
“And you’re doing a fine job of that,” Cordi drawled.
I waited a couple of minutes for my heartbeat to calm down
(it was my first dogfight in nearly four years, after all), then
contacted the Jadacit High Command. “Did you get them all?”
“One perished before we could pull him out,” was their
answer. “You won fair and square. Tell your negotiating team to get
in touch with ours.”
I wasn’t happy about the dead pilot. Hopefully, he was killed
by Maada, who probably didn’t much care. “OK. But let’s not do this
again.”
Equipped with Benedita’s space-folding device, we could now
travel between our galaxy and Andromeda in a matter of weeks, so
we'd decided to establish relationships with alien nations in that
galaxy, starting with the Unzoids, who were more than happy to
accommodate us on account of the fact that we’d saved their planet.
However, the Jadacits, a roughly humanoid species with four long
slender arms and short fat bodies, had seen that as an expansionist
move and challenged us to a duel. They asked five of our best
fighter pilots to come and fight five of their best (I thought this was
a joke the first time I heard that), probably thinking having four
arms gave them an advantage in a dogfight. I guess they were
surprised when Maada and I—the chancellor and the commander of
the fleet—showed up, flying the Golden Viper and the Crimson
Deathbringer, declaring we didn’t need five. Those poor bastards had
no idea who they were dealing with.
I looked at Maada’s space fighter, flying next to mine. Despite
my insistence, he’d doggedly refused to change both its ridiculous
color and its even more ridiculous name. I wondered if at some point
I would have to order him to do it. Technically, he was working for
me.
I contacted the general. “I'm famished. Want to have lunch?
“I'm not hungry, but I can have a cup of coffee with you.”
At this time of the day, Valiant’s mess hall was packed, but I
had my own table in the officers’ corner. I exchanged a dozen smiles
and a dozen more salutes with other pilots and sailors before I sat
down and ordered my food.
I’d just bitten into my steak when Maada entered the mess,
wearing the Xortaags’ dark gray uniform with a gold-trimmed patch
on the shoulder, as usual. All the conversations were hushed as soon
as he walked in. He ignored everyone else, walked straight to where
I was sitting, pulled up a chair, and sat opposite me, fidgeting
uncomfortably, lips pressed together. I knew him well enough to
guess something was troubling him.
“Why the long face?” I asked.
Maada snapped his fingers at one of the small robots serving
food in the mess. “Coffee, black.” Then he told me, “Molzaarg just
uttered his first words, and I wasn’t there to see it.”
This never gets old, I couldn’t he;p thinking. What kind of
parents name their child Molzaarg?
Maada and Alitaa had their first child around an Earth year
ago. With not a single strand of white in his thick, straight black hair
or his bushy, forked beard, and very few wrinkles on his smooth,
olive skin, the general looked to be in his forties (and looked even
younger since he’d removed his scars, apparently because his guilty
conscience had stopped bothering him after he helped save the
galaxy twice), but I knew he was more than a hundred years old,
and I was astonished when I heard Alitaa was expecting. Apparently
the Xortaags’ genetic enhancements, which made them much faster
and stronger than average human beings and gave them a longer
lifespan, included things like fertility.
Baby Maada (I really didn’t want to refer to him as Molzaarg)
was super cute—blond, fair-skinned, and blue-eyed like his mother—
and the few times that he’d met Kurt’s daughter Sofia, they hit it off
famously, much to their fathers’ chagrin, who still didn’t like each
other despite both Xornaa and my best efforts. The fact that Tarq
kept suggesting the two kids should be betrothed to consolidate the
alliance between the humans and the Xortaags (I was fifty percent
sure he was kidding, just to annoy Kurt and Maada) didn’t help the
matter either.
Maada took out his personal digital device and showed me a
video of his son looking into the camera and uttering two words in
the Xortaag language.
I stared at him in astonishment. “Did he just say space
fighter?”
Maada nodded, beaming with pride.
“No freaking way,” offered Cordi, who was listening in, as
usual.
“Don’t you have something better to do?” I told the AI, then
narrowed my eyes at Maada. “But she’s right. This ain’t possible.
What did you do?”
“Me? Nothing,” Maada answered innocently. “But his mother
has been playing a list of words in his room. Very simple things like
space fighter, laser cannons, tactical display, and dogfight, plus a few
subliminal messages telling Molzaarg he will grow up to be the
greatest fighter pilot in the galaxy.”
I was speechless.
“We might have shown him a few hundred hours of dogfight
footage too, mostly featuring the Crimson Deathbringer,” Maada
added with a shrug. There was the faintest hint of a smile on his
face.
“That’s what you get when both your parents are fighter
pilots, I guess,” I commented.
“General, I respectfully suggest you shouldn’t brainwash your
child from such an early age,” said Cordi. “Maybe he wants to grow
up to be something other than a military man, like an artist, for
example.”
“Or a writer,” I added, “Like me.”
The look of horror on Maada’s face was hilarious.
 “Just let him make up his own mind when he grows up,” I
said.
The general stroked his beard thoughtfully. “He is my son.
What the hell else is he going to want to be?”
I’d have never treated Byron this way, I told myself. I
would’ve let him choose what he wanted to do with his life and
would’ve loved him regardless. Still, I had to admit I would’ve been
extremely proud if he’d turned out to become an ace fighter pilot like
his old man.
Maada picked up his coffee from the tray the robot brought
him. “We have three weeks to kill before we reach Earth. What are
you planning to do?”
“I have about a zillion virtual meetings to attend,” I grumbled.
“Running the Federation is boring. Here is a thought: let’s invade a
few planets while we’re here.”
In truth, I didn’t really do much as the chancellor of the
Federation. I was mostly a figurehead, leaving the day-to-day
running of the galaxy to Tarq, Kurt, and the representatives from
various alien nations, who got along with one another so well that it
would’ve been unbelievable if we didn’t know Tarq had installed his
mind-control system on every single space-faring planet’s orbit.
Kurt and I felt extremely uneasy about the fact that the entire
galaxy was now in Tarq’s back pocket. One single individual having
so much power couldn’t possibly be a good thing, especially if it
were someone like Tarq, who wouldn’t hesitate to use it for a
number of horrifying things if he thought it would serve a greater
purpose.
Maada, on the other hand, kept reminding us he felt
something deadly was coming our way, and if we wanted to survive,
our only chance was to stand united, and if it meant we had to
watch Tarq play God, so be it.
We’d done a lot in the last few years. After the battle with the
Volts, most of our fleets were all but destroyed, so we orchestrated a
huge rebuilding project, overseen by Maada. Now, the Earth fleet
had fifteen thousand brand new Vipers, two dozen transport vessels,
and a new starship called Indefatigable, which was Valiant’s twin
sister. We had named her after an Akakie dreadnought whose crew
had sacrificed themselves to save Maada during the Black Fleet
invasion of Tangaar.
Our recent achievements weren’t only military. Kurt, now in
his second term as president, had used the Akakie technology at his
disposal to remedy many issues that had plagued humanity for ages.
Pollution was a thing of the past, and so were hunger, poverty, and
now that we had our own first terraformed colony (called Eden),
overpopulation.
The Akakies’ and the Xortaags’ achievements were arguably
even more impressive, given that they’d lost their respective
homeworlds. They both chose one of their newly terraformed
colonies as their new home planet and the center of their
governments. The Akakies called theirs New Kanoor. The Xortaags
chose Stronoe, even though its first colonists were slaughtered by
Nelzod and her band of evil, murderous Akakies. That bitch was on
the verge of doing the same to Earth when I blew up her invisible
ship (yay, me) and sent her to meet her maker.
The Akakies held an election and chose a new president, but
everyone in the galaxy knew she was under Tarq’s proverbial thumb
(weren’t we all?). The Xortaags’ situation was more complicated
because all the members of the royal family had perished on
Tangaar. Some Xortaags had suggested Maada be chosen as a new
emperor, but the general had nipped that initiative in the bud, saying
he wasn’t a politician, and he was happier as the commander of the
Federation fleet. He managed to convince his people to hold their
own election, and now, for the first time in their history, the
Xortaags had a democratically elected government.
There was a discussion about providing the not-space-travel-
capable civilizations in our galaxy with SFDs, which would increase
our numbers and resources. I, however, stuck with the Prime
Directive (which banned interfering in the normal development of
any society) and vetoed that idea. Maybe those people weren’t
ready for this technology yet, but as soon as they invented their own
SFD, or any kind of faster-than-light capability, we’d happily accept
them into our Federation.
 “What are you planning to do?” I asked Maada.
He shrugged. “Plenty of books to read.”
“We still have a few Star Trek and Star Wars movies left to
watch,” I reminded him. I’d finally managed to interest him in
movies (only after I told him I’d come up with the plans to defeat
both the Black Fleet and Father based on what I’d seen in Star Trek),
and his favorite genre was, unsurprisingly, space opera.
“There is that,” he agreed.
“Speaking of having some extra time,” said Cordi, “there’s a
cute Marine on board who’s dying to meet you.”
I ignored her. Cordi (and Pat, and strangely enough, even
Alitaa) kept trying to set me up with blind dates. I had gone on a
few dates, but they never worked out. It seemed I’d lost the ability
to make an emotional connection with the opposite sex, and who
could blame me? I still had several gaping holes in my heart. So,
most evenings, I ended up writing or watching a classic, still
imagining what Liz would’ve said if she were watching it with me
(Ella didn’t like movies). No complaints though. Things could’ve been
a lot worse.

*****

Maada entered his quarters, stood in front of the single round

window in the room, and absentmindedly stared at the black blanket
cradling thousands of distant stars.
Things could not have possibly gone any better in the last few
years. The Federation fleet, which was under his command, had
more than one hundred sixty thousand space fighters, all built based
on Akakie technology, accompanied by a large number of starships
and support vessels. The Xortaags had five new colonies, and their
government was playing a leading role in the galaxy. On top of all
that, now they were even making allies in Andromeda.
 Since Maada was a young man, he had always dreamt of a
united galaxy under the Xortaags’ rule. Given how significantly they
were involved in running the Federation, he had been mostly
successful. And somewhere along the way, his motivation had
changed from “protecting my people” to “protecting everyone in the
galaxy”. He was not certain how exactly that had happened. It could
have been the result of spending so much time with Jim. That man
had a pathological need to protect others.
So why the hell am I so nervous?
His warrior instinct had been cautioning him about an
eminent danger for years, and its warnings had become a whole lot
more urgent recently. The problem was he had no idea where the
threat would be coming from. Tarq’s agents were keeping an eye out
too but had come up with nothing. The universe was unimaginably
vast, and danger could lie in places they had not yet explored. Or it
could come from the future again, just as the Black Fleet had, or
even from a parallel universe.
A few years ago, a Xortaag scientist on his deathbed revealed
he had been visited by not one, but two doppelgangers of himself—
from two separate alternate universes! No one had taken him
seriously even though he had documented those visits (he had
recorded videos in which he was talking to two other men who
looked like his identical twins), and at any rate, the knowledge that
alternate universes existed offered no practical value, but Maada
could not shake off the feeling that if two individuals could travel
between these universes, then so could a fleet.
And now that he was a father, protecting the galaxy had
become a lot more ... personal.
He ran a hand over his smooth face. Good thing I had those
scars removed. I would have scared my own child.
Maada decided worrying about something that was
completely out of his control had no use. The fleet was at maximum
readiness, and that was all he could do. He asked Valiant’s command
center to place a call to Alitaa. After talking to his wife, who was
holding up Molzaarg to see his father, he picked up The Art of War
and went to bed.
 A fascinating book, he thought before falling asleep.

*****

Xornaa, sitting behind a desk in her office in New Kanoor’s

government district, signed the document she’d been reading, gave
it to one of her many aids, who took it and left the office, and picked
up another one.
Her office was luxurious, like pretty much everything else on
New Kanoor. The Akakies always had a penchant for splendor. The
furniture was exquisite, the floor was covered with a lush white
carpet, and the walls were covered with paintings Tarq himself had
brought from Earth. There was even a golden statue of Jim Harrison
at the door.
Tarq had appointed Xornaa as his right-hand man, the
position held by Barook for years before he was killed defending
Kanoor against the Volts. The appointment came with a promotion,
and Xornaa was a colonel now. These days, most of her duties were
strictly civilian though, and most days, like today, she wouldn’t even
put on her uniform anymore. She, along with Tarq, was heavily
involved in running both the Federation Council and Kanoor’s newly
elected government.
She’d thrown herself at her new responsibilities with zeal,
thrilled to be doing something with her life other than fighting and
killing. Her task became much easier due to the fact that the Akakies
were extremely susceptible to her mental powers. All she needed to
do was touch someone’s arm, and things got done in an instant. She
wondered if that was why Tarq had appointed her to this position to
begin with.
The assassin-slash-spy-slash-mercenary who ended up
helping run a peaceful galaxy. She smiled at the thought. Hopefully,
it’d help wash away some of the blood on her hands. Having played
a role in saving the galaxy a few times probably wouldn’t have hurt
either. She knew she could never truly make amends for the hurt
she’d caused so many people, but it wouldn’t stop her from trying.
There was a knock on the door. Xornaa looked up to see Tarq,
wearing a simple white uniform and smoking his Sherlock Holmes-
style pipe.
“Have you got a minute?” he asked.
Xornaa nodded at the chair in front of her desk.
Tarq sat and looked questioningly at the chess board on a
corner of the desk.
“I’m playing a game with Kurt,” she explained.
“I did not know you liked chess. I used to play with Cordi, but
she stopped playing after I beat her a dozen times. Such a sore
loser.”
Xornaa furrowed her brow. “You played chess with an AI and
won?”
“It is a strategy game. Of course I won.”
Xornaa suppressed a dry smile. Tarq did have a reputation for
being the greatest strategist in the galaxy, after all.
Tarq took a long drag on his pipe. “A few weeks ago, I was
bored out of my wits and had nothing to do, so I picked up one of
Jim’s books. The one that tells the story of Talmak’s destruction.
That reminded me of the conversation you and I had on the matter.”
After Tarq (with Kurt’s help, despite Jim’s objections) had
used a planet-buster to destroy Talmak, Xornaa walked into his office
and threatened to kill him if he involved her in mass genocide ever
again. She still wondered how she’d walked out of Tarq’s office alive.
“You told me you cannot stand the death of children because
of your own inability to have any. I hope this does not sound like a
weird question, but do you actually want to have a kid?”
Xornaa gave him a what-the-hell-do-you-think look.
Tarq raised his hands palms up. “I had to ask. Humanoid
babies are gross. Anyway, if you are sure you want one, we can
help. And by ‘we’ I mean the Akakie doctors.”
Xornaa chuckled bitterly. “You think I haven’t tried that? I’ve
talked to several Akakie doctors. They all told me the damage was
too extensive.”
“An enemy sharpshooter, if memory serves correctly, right?
Anyway, I assume the doctors you talked to were not very familiar
with Xortaag anatomy. I talked to Maada, and the general put some
of their top physicians in touch with some of ours, and together they
have come up with a solution. They are not going to fix your, eh,
lady parts; they will grow new ones inside of you. It will take a few
weeks, and you will have to spend several days in a hospital, but
you will be good as new.”
Xornaa’s breath caught, and her eyes slightly widened. This
was something she’d longed for ever since the doctors had taken the
enemy soldier’s bullet out of her body and told her she could never
have children decades ago. She looked at Tarq with gratitude in her
eyes, and only then did she remember who she was talking to.
“Tell me you’re serious,” she said in a low voice, her eyes
narrowed to slits.
Tarq pulled at one of his front antennae in annoyance. “This is
the problem with having an unconventional sense of humor. Even
when you try to do something for a dear friend, they think you are
pulling their leg.”
Xornaa hadn’t realized they were friends. Tarq was her boss,
and even though they’d worked closely together for years (and
saved the galaxy a few times in the process), he still scared her—
and Xornaa wasn’t a woman to scare easily. But today, for the first
time, her heart was filled with a genuine fondness for the funny little
insect. It had been awfully nice of him to go out of his way to help
her. Rather uncharacteristically so. Tarq had always been extremely
self-centered and normally only thought about what was good for
himself and his species. She decided to find a way to repay his
kindness.
Xornaa placed a hand on her chest and fought to stop herself
from tearing up. “Thank you, Tarq. I owe you big time.”
“Think nothing of it,” he answered. “You should have figured
out we could do this a long time ago though. You know we can
regrow severed limbs.”
 “I’m not a doctor! I asked several doctors and they all said it
wasn’t possible, as I just told you.”
Tarq took a long drag on his pipe. “I guess the next step is
finding a suitable father. I would have offered my services, but I do
not think our species can reproduce.”
Xornaa sighed heavily. It hadn’t taken long for the old Tarq to
show himself at all, with his annoying tendency to make
inappropriate jokes. She’d faced many dangerous situations in her
life and considered herself a brave woman, but she shuddered at the
very idea of being intimate with the hideous insect.
Speaking of which ...
“Someone will come along,” she said simply. “Can I please ask
you a question?”
Tarq blew out a smoke ring and looked at her.
“You are, for lack of a better word, sort of horny—”
“It is not just me,” Tarq cut her off with a wave of the pipe.
“All Akakies are into interspecies sex. It is a very popular fetish.”
“—and I’ve seen how you look at other Xortaag or human
women, but I’ve never seen you look at me that way. How come?”
Tarq grinned. “I could not possibly let myself fall victim to
your powers, right? Who knew what you could manipulate me into
doing. When you joined us, I used to take heavy doses of sexual
urge suppression pills.”
A memory flashed in the back of Xornaa’s mind: Oksana once
got angry at Tarq for not sharing those pills.
“Then I used MICI to make your physical appearance
repulsive to me,” added Tarq.
Xornaa gave him a sideways look. She didn’t know the
Akakies’ Memory, Information, and Capabilities Implanter could be
used to counteract her mental powers.
“Since then, whenever I look at you, with that hour-glass
figure and those long legs that drive others crazy and make them
go all ooh and aah, you know how I feel?” Tarq chuckled. “I throw
up just a little in my mouth.”
Xornaa rolled her eyes. “I wish I hadn’t asked.”
 Tarq’s eyes twinkled. “I just had a brilliant idea. Since you are
looking for a father for your future child, can I point out that Jim is
currently single?”

*****

Kurt walked into the residential area of the presidential palace,

closed the door behind him, and wondered why the place was so
quiet.
“Welcome home, Mr. President,” said a soft, feminine voice.
“Thanks, Jane. Where’s everyone?”
“Daaadyyy!”
Sofia ran to him, arms stretched, the footsteps from her tiny
feet reverberating in the huge, empty hall. She had a plump face
and her father’s blond hair and gray eyes, and she wore a brightly
colored flower-print mini dress with bell sleeves and a headband.
Kurt put down his briefcase and picked up the child, smiling widely.
“Hey, sweetheart. Where’s Mommy?”
Sofia pointed at the state dining room door behind her.
Kurt, still holding his daughter, walked over and opened the
door. It was pitch black inside.
Weird.
“Jane, lights,” he commanded.
A second before the lights came on, several people shouted,
“Surprise!”
Kurt’s hand was moving toward his concealed sidearm
(Hanna, the former Marine who was now the head of his security,
kept complaining that the fact that he always carried a gun was an
insult to the Secret Service, but it was an old habit) before he
murmured, “Crap!” and controlled himself.
“Crap! Crap!” Sofia repeated gleefully.
 Kurt scowled at her for a second but couldn’t stop a smile
from spreading across his face.
“Crap?” The little girl somehow managed to turn the expletive
into a question.
“See what you’ve done?” Patricia, wearing a formal floor-
length black dress with a thigh-high slit, approached them and
kissed Kurt on the cheek. “Happy birthday, hon.”
“Thanks, babe,” said Kurt, “but isn’t my birthday next week?”
“If we did it then, it wouldn’t have been a surprise now,
would it?” Pat dimpled. “Come. I want you to meet my cousin, who’s
just flown in from Toronto.”
Pat had relatives who lived in Canada and Kurt had never met
them. He scanned the room while following his wife. “Where’s Jim?”
“He couldn’t be here because you can sense his presence,
which would’ve spoiled our surprise.” She stopped in front of a short,
skinny brunette, wearing jeans and a t-shirt in sharp contrast with
her own elegant dress. “Kurt, meet my dear cousin, Olivia.”
Olivia curtsied politely. “Mr. President.”
Kurt smiled at her. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Olivia. And
call me Kurt.”
“Is Jim Harrison coming?” asked Olivia, her eyes bright. “I
want to hear everything about that time he met God.”
“Uncle Jim!” Sofia exclaimed brightly.
Kurt groaned. Jim was so fed up with people constantly
asking him about his supposed meeting with God—a story Maada
had concocted as a part of his master plan to unite the galaxy—that
he’d asked Tarq to make people forget that incident using the Mind-
Frak Machine, but the Akakie mind-control system didn’t work on a
small fraction of humanity, and Olivia was apparently one of those.
“You have to keep her away from Jim,” he whispered to Pat.
“He might punch her in the face, Southern chivalry or not.”
“On it,” she answered.

*****
I found Kurt on the balcony of his residence’s third floor, which I
knew was his favorite spot, and even if I didn’t, one could smell his
cologne all the way from the first floor. Wearing a fancy tuxedo, he
was tugging at his beard and staring into the distance, looking lost
in thought.
I gave him one of the two Paulaners bottles I was carrying.
“Happy Birthday, buddy.”
He took the bottle. “Thanks. Where were you? You missed my
performance. I played Beethoven’s Fifth.”
“Sorry. Got held up on the way,” I lied. I’d come late on
purpose. Listening to Kurt playing the piano would make me feel
guilty for enjoying his music while Ella, who loved listening to Kurt
play, wasn’t here anymore.
He looked at the bottle in his hand. “How many of these have
we done together?”
“Beers or birthdays?”
He chuckled. “Birthdays. I'm pretty sure we can’t count how
many beers we’ve had together.”
I took a sip, enjoying the cool evening breeze on my face.
“Too many of those too. You remember Allen used to bring Lilly to
our birthdays?”
Allen was Kurt’s head of security (and Kurt’s father’s before
him), and he’d sacrificed himself to help us defeat the Xortaags. My
old friend gave me a surprised look. “Why are you thinking about
Allen out of the blue?”
“Feeling nostalgic, I guess. What’re you doing standing here
all alone while your birthday party is going on inside?”
“Birthdays are good times to contemplate your life,” he said
philosophically.
“Oh yeah? And what did you discover in your
contemplations?”
He smiled. “You know all my life my biggest passion was
achieving world peace by forming a United Earth government, but I
never imagined I’d play a major role in running a United galaxy
administration.”
“All my life my biggest passion was being a fighter pilot,” I
said, “and I never imagined I end up being the chancellor of the
entire galaxy.”
We clanked our bottles.
“We’ve done well, haven't we?” asked Kurt. “Still, I was
talking to Xornaa today, and she says Maada is getting more nervous
each day. He really thinks something terrible is about to happen to
us.”
I shrugged. “We are as prepared as we could possibly be, I
say. I don’t see what else we can do. And for the record, I still think
his parallel universe theory is ridiculous.”
“It’s not a theory, Jim. We’ve seen the videos. That Xortaag
scientist is really talking to his doppelgangers.”
“Maybe they were triplets. Or, for all we know, this could be a
prank. Do you really think the Akakies can’t fake something like that
and make it look real?”
Kurt smiled. “By the way, while we’re waiting for Maada’s
predicted Armageddon to happen, there’s a really cute girl in Pat’s
book club who is dying to meet you.”
I rolled my eyes. “You guys are incorrigible.”
“Mr. Chancellor?” asked a husky female voice from behind.
It was Hanna. I could swear she’d grown taller and bulkier
since the last time I saw her a few weeks ago, and she was huge
already. I wondered if all those things bulging under her Secret
Service black jacket were guns or muscles.
“Sorry to disturb you,” she said, “but the Talgoinian
government officials have been trying to reach you, and both of you
have turned off your PDDs.”
“It’s fine, Hanna,” I said. “Can I offer you a drink?”
She looked offended. “I’m on duty.”
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Apparently, some of their citizens are planning a ceremonial
mass suicide, and the government hoped you’d send a squad of the
Marines to show them the error of their ways.”
 Four years ago, after Maada and I faked my death (in an
effort to unite all the space-faring species in our galaxy under a
central government), a thousand Talgoinians committed mass suicide
in my honor. When I heard about this, I was so outraged that I
vowed to put an end to this practice, but those freaking aliens were
so fond of their ceremonial suicides that the only way to stop them
was threatening to kill them.
I finished my bottle. “That’s what I love about this job. Even
in a peaceful universe, I still get to save people, even when they
don’t want to be saved.”
“If we keep stopping the Talgoinians from doing their favorite
mass suicides,” said Kurt, “sooner or later we’ll have a riot on our
hands.”
“Then we’ll shoot all of them and get this over with,” I replied.
 CHAPTER TWO

Tangaar, the Xortaags’ Home Planet

The White Republic’s Universe

P
rofessor Raltaar, rushing toward his lab in his private
residence, cursed his bad luck.
It was a beautiful night, with Tangaar’s moon shining
brightly and not a single cloud to be seen in the clear sky. The
weather was unusually fine in the planet’s capital city, Tanoor.
Perfect for an alien invasion, he thought.
A few decades ago, a man who looked exactly like him had
suddenly appeared in his bedroom. He had opened a portal to an
alternate universe, where they met a third equally astonished
doppelganger. They had discussed the concept of parallel universes
and its repercussions at length, but his first doppelganger refused to
share the secret of opening portals between the universes, which
later became an obsession for Raltaar. Since then, he had spent his
entire life, day and night, trying to solve this mystery, and now that
he was finally so close—he had built a machine that could open a
portal to an alternate universe but did not have time to test it—the
damned Akakie fleet had appeared in Tangaar’s orbit.
The White Republic’s Navy had cut through the Xortaag fleet
like a hot knife through butter, killing General Maada (General
Freaking Maada, whom everyone, including Raltaar himself, thought
was invincible) in the process, and now they were on their way to
Tangaar. The Xortaag home planet was mere hours away from being
conquered by the insects. Right when he was planning to use the
machine he had invented to open a portal to the parallel universe he
had visited for the first time all those years ago.
 Damn the Super-Akakies and their borderline magical
technology! The Xortaags themselves were experts in making
genetic enhancements (his own tall, strong, muscular frame was a
testament to that), but what the Super-Akakies had done was
miraculous. They had turned a bunch of weak, incompetent losers
into a nation of apex predators who were on the verge of
dominating the entire galaxy, including the Xortaag kingdom.
A universe ruled by a race of bloodthirsty insectoid pranksters
was not a place he wished to live in, Raltaar decided.
Forget about the tests, he told himself. He would power up
the machine this very day and leave this godforsaken universe.
Things could not possibly be this bad in any of the parallel universes.
Or at least he hoped they were not.
He entered his lab, locked the door behind him, turned
toward his workstation, and froze.
A huge, hideous, black-clad monster was sitting behind his
desk.
“A little birdie told me you have found a way to open portals
to a parallel universe,” stated Commander Tarq nonchalantly.

*****

“Does it really work?” asked Commander Tarq, sitting behind a big

black desk in his private office.
“Oh yeah,” answered Sub-Commander Nelzod, pacing back
and forth in front of him, seemingly too excited to sit.
Despite her unfortunate tendencies to mess with AIs, Nelzod
was the head of the Special Operations Force’s R & D unit. The
people under her supervision had come up with the Super-Akakie
Maker formula, which had changed everything, after all. “The
machine does its job as advertised, and the transition from here to
the other universe is instantaneous. All you need to do is to feed it
the proper coordinates and then step through the portal, or fly
through it, in our case.”
“Incredible,” said Tarq with a gleam in his eyes. “How did a
Xortaag end up inventing this? They are not known for being
innovative, you know.”
“He claims he has been visited by his doppelganger from
another universe. The other guy did not share the technology, but
from the conversations they had about this topic, Raltaar gathered
enough information to eventually piece it all together.”
“And how did the first guy come up with this idea?”
Nelzod shrugged. “Does it matter?”
Tarq grinned. “I guess it does not.”
“How did you find out about it?”
“He bragged about his machine to some of his friends, and
one of them happened to be a spy working for us.”
Nelzod stood in front of Tarq and looked into his eyes. “And
what are you planning to do with this machine?”
“Do you have to ask? I was getting really bored. Let’s hope
these parallel universes present a challenge. Our foes here were
defeated too easily, not that I am complaining.”
“It probably will be more challenging,” Nelzod pointed out,
“given that we will have to fight the Akakies from these parallel
universes, who are likely to have the same level of technological
advancement as us.”
“And you think I have not thought about a solution already? I
have a plan, as usual.”
Nelzod sat on a chair opposite Tarq’s desk and listened
intently as he explained his plan. Her eyes gleaned. “But that is
genius! We might not have enough ships to pull it off though.”
“I have thought about that too. Listen, Admiral Juntoo has
been waiting outside for a while. Please send him in, and you and I
will continue this conversation later on.”
Nelzod stood up. “When I came to you with the SAM formula
not three years ago, did you think we would conquer our universe in
such a short time, and then gun for alternate universes?”
 Tarq shook his head. “Not in a million years. Your name will
go down in history as the greatest Akakie who has ever lived, after
my own name, of course.”
Nelzod turned to leave.
“I forgot to ask,” Tarq called out behind her. “How are the
kids?”
“Growing up fast,” she answered over her shoulder, “and
cannot wait to follow in their mother’s footsteps.”
“The way we are going, there might not be anything left for
them to conquer.”
“Might be better. I would not mind my kids growing up in a
peaceful universe, ruled by us. This is partly why I am doing all this,
you know.”
Juntoo walked into the office a minute later. He was so huge,
even by Super-Akakie standards, that he had a hard time fitting
through the office door. His antennae were erect, showing
indignation. The admiral was obviously peeved that he had been
kept waiting.
Tarq did not bother to get up. He always enjoyed messing
with the admiral. He was such an easy mark. “Do not sit down,
Admiral. This takes but a minute. It has just come to my attention
that Monstrous’s captain has suddenly and unexpectedly passed
away.”
Juntoo glared at him. “He drowned in his own bathtub.
Imagine that.”
Tarq blinked innocently. “Are you insinuating that Special
Operations Force has murdered a fleet captain, Admiral?”
A look of pure terror passed Juntoo’s face. “Of course not,” he
replied hastily.
“Good. In that case, I would like to nominate my daughter
Varina as Monstrous’s new captain.”
“There are plenty of fleet officers who are more experienced
and qualified than her!” Juntoo protested.
“That might be true,” agreed Tarq, “but she is my daughter.”
Juntoo hesitated, but Tarq knew he would give in. He had
been pushing the admiral around for years now, even though
technically he was the commander of the fleet and Tarq had no
actual authority over him. He knew Juntoo would one day snap and
fight back, but not today, and certainly not over such a trivial matter.
And Varina was a loyal and competent officer, after all. Tarq
sometimes felt she was more loyal to the navy than to her own
father. What had this world come to?
“And please keep this conversation between us,” he added.
“Varina will not be pleased if she finds out I have been pulling
strings to advance her career.”
Maybe Varina likes me a little bit more now, Tarq told himself
after Juntoo left. They had grown a bit distant these last few years
because he never had time to spend with his daughter and her
family. Conquering the galaxy was a full-time job.
It is not like you were the father of the year or anything even
before all this started, said another part of his brain.
Tarq picked up his PDD and called his daughter. Varina’s
image appeared on the screen a few seconds later.
“It is done,” Tarq told her. “You are now the captain of our
biggest and most powerful dreadnought. Congratulations.”
Varina’s face lit up. “Did Juntoo suspect that I had asked you
to do it?”
“No. I specifically told him to keep it secret from you.”
“Thanks, Father. It has been a life-long dream, as you very
well know. I still think there was no need to kill Monstrous’s previous
captain though.”
Tarq beamed. “Why not? The captain of the fleet’s flagship
drowned in his bathtub. Is it not hilarious?”
Varina looked pensive. “You know, Father, I sometimes think
maybe mass-administration of SAM was not such a great idea. You
used to cherish life, even an alien’s, as long as it was not our enemy.
Now you are killing our own people, just to get a kick.”
“It is exactly this ruthlessness that has enabled us to rule the
galaxy, Daughter. Kiss Varma for me.”
“She missed you, Dad. You must come for a visit.”
“As soon as we return from this mission,” Tarq promised. “I
miss my lovely granddaughter too.”
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93 June
2564 Forney D
G 27
16 Sept
8230 Foster A J Cav
M 8
112 Sept
7720 Foster B B
G 12
Foster E S, Jan
12473 9A 65
Corpl 17
14 April
531 Fowler John 64
D 13
120 Dec
12275 Frame W
E 17
April
12837 Francis J F 12 I 65
19
Aug
5933 Franklin H 81 F 64
17
16 April
432 Frass Louis
E 8
July
4031 Freeman D Cav 11 L
26
129 June
2080 French J 63
B 17
2210 Fritz P, S’t 38 June 64
 C 20
May
1055 Fremont James Cav 7B
13
112 April
497 Fuller Ira B
D 11
Sept
8114 Funk Wm 26 F
8
23 June
2021 Furlong H
B 15
20 Sept
9926 Gaines C
B 28
21 May
1347 Gallagher P
C 24
59 Apr
579 Garvin John, S’t
- 16
30 Mar
12801 Gerlock D 65
C 30
24 May
1340 German P 64
G 24
93 May
1416 Gibson H D
K 27
July
4201 Gibson L F 78 I
29
16 Aug
4485 Gichma J, S’t Cav
G 1
89 June
1652 Giles J V
H 5
112 Sept
7988 Giles S P
A 6
84 Aug
5144 Gillespie J W
H 9
May
1499 Gillgrease J Cav 16 I
30
1868 Gilmore J “ 16 June
E 12
14 Mar
12731 Gleason G M “ 65
A 4
73 June
1850 Glidwell F, Cor 64
K 11
51 June
2001 Goffinet P
D 15
89 Oct
10307 Goddard H
G 4
47 July
4203 Gooles H F, S’t
B 29
114 Apr
12847 Gordon I 65
B 25
Sept
7953 Gore F 36 I 64
5
15 Sept
7761 Gore N
C 4
Aug
6111 Garrig J 78 F
18
39 Jan
12461 Gott H 65
C 15
24 Sept
9403 Graber J 64
H 21
81 Sept
9312 Graber J F
D 20
21 June
2164 Grace W
D 19
41 Aug
6617 Graham M J 64
E 23
51 Oct
10998 Gravel J
C 16
2942 Greadley H 20 July
 A 6
Aug
4560 Greathouse J 6 I
2
Greaves 16 Apr
783
George K 28
79 Nov
12116 Green C
A 22
23 Oct
11155 Green John
H 19
Sept
7836 Green M 9C
4
July
3111 Greenwall B Cav 16 L
11
120 Nov
11778 Greer Geo, Cor
D 3
29 Oct
10594 Gress J
B 10
42 Apr
12834 Grimmins M A 65
H 17
79 July
4083 Griswold J P 64
E 27
66 June
2501 Grogan H
B 26
42 Oct
10466 Grower H
K 7
79 July
3730 Gulk P
B 21
72 Aug
5025 Guyen William
E 8
16 Aug
5961 Gonder H Cav
B 17
16 Aug
5074 Hageman Jas “
E 8
4094 Haggard E “ 16 July
K 27
89 Nov
11959 Haginis W
B 11
14 July
2825 Haines Theo Cav
M 3
16 Mar
63 Haks William
E 19
Oct
11572 Hall G H Cav 7B
27
41 Dec
12314 Hall H C, Cor
D 20
Aug
7194 Hall J L 9C
29
89 Dec
12223 Hall J L
G 4
103 Nov
11833 Hall Peter, Cor
D 5
22 Sept
10061 Haley C H
H 30
82 May
1241 Hallam Wm
H 20
21 June
2605 Hanna P
G 28
107 Mar
187 Hanna H, Cor
C 24
39 Oct
11188 Hansom D
E 19
65 Apr
318 Harken John
E 2
Aug
6684 Harlan J C 7L
24
6113 Harrell G 120 Aug
 K 19
112 June
2633 Harrington S M
A 29
79 Nov
11725 Harris E K
C 1
Oct
10447 Harris G W 9G
7
Harshman 84 Sept
8715
Peter H 14
16 June
2677 Hart George Cav
K 30
16 June
2202 Hart W
K 19
39 June
1980 Harney E
B 15
15 Oct
10606 Hathaway S Cav
B 10
15 Mar
12791 Hanch L 65
D 18
Sept
8608 Hawkins J W 79 I 64
12
Hayward W G, June
2326 16 I
Cor 22
Aug
5192 Hayworth F Cav 7 I
10
June
1852 Hegenberg W 24 F
11
77 Sept
8798 Helch S
K 15
31 Aug
6489 Hendson Geo B
C 22
23 July
1162 Henry Wm P
A 17
6035 Herdson Wm H 107 Aug
C 18
14 Sept
8428 Herrell Wm Cav
K 11
84 June
2365 Hess H
G 27
38 June
1906 Hester John
G 13
Sept
7865 Hicks Geo W 65 F
5
11 Sept
8303 Hicks H
G 10
85 May
1102 Hicks W
D 15
14 Nov
12070 Highland C Cav
C 17
24 Apr
725 Hilderbrand N
G 25
115 Sept
8830 Hill Aaron
C 15
36 Mar
67 Hill David, Cor
A 19
11 Sept
8721 Hill Henry
- 14
Aug
4489 Hill J Cav 9F
1
Feb
12683 Hinchcliff J 8B 65
20
112 Aug
6117 Hoen Peter 64
H 19
July
3825 Hoffman J Cav 7 I 64
23
11847 Hofman R 35 Nov
 C 5
98 June
2098 Hook Jas J, S’t
E 17
112 July
3255 Hoppock I
F 13
Sept
9880 Honeson A F 38 F
27
Sept
9214 Hormer J 38 F
19
86 Nov
12090 Horn T
A 18
Mar
89 Horseman W Cav 16 I
21
79 Aug
5812 Howard D N, S’t
E 16
Howard G S, 127 Nov
10782
Cor K 3
July
3211 Howell J W 78 F
12
100 Oct
11506 Hoye J
A 26
Aug
5741 Hude C 24 F
15
107 Aug
6035 Hudson W H
C 13
125 Sept
9962 Hughes D L
H 28
14 Mar
12755 Hulse A B 65
D 12
108 Oct
11140 Hungerford N 64
I 19
Aug
6085 Huntley R 89 F
18
 1136 Hulburt D 84 May
C 16
23 May
1162 Hurry W B
A 16
104 Aug
5019 Hutchins S
A 8
92 Aug
4583 Hustand B F, S’t
D 2
July
4091 Hyber John Cav 6A
27
July
3312 Iverson J S Cav 16 I
14
Jaccards S A, 29 July
4132
S’t E 28
51 June
2658 Jackson H
C 29
123 Oct
10287 Jackson M
F 4
Mar
12797 Janks J P Cav 3A 65
18
73 July
3686 Jarvis J 64
K 20
30 Aug
6733 Jenningsen G B
E 24
June
1845 Jenny E H, Cor 79 F
11
14 June
2135 Jewet F
A 18
June
1996 Johnson C W Cav 7F
15
Johnson 125 Sept
9458
Joseph K 21
1412 Johnson J S 7C May
 27
Johnson 100 Aug
5395
Samuel B 12
27 Sept
9827 Jones G W
E 27
117 Sept
8971 Jones J
E 16
41 Aug
4889 Jones P
G 6
112 Apr
644 Jones Thomas
E 12
June
2567 Jones Thos Cav 16 F
27
27 July
2990 Jones Wm
D 7
84 June
1764 Jordan B W
D 9
38 Sept
9153 Jordan M
C 18
July
2961 Joy B 16 I
6
90 June
2241 Joyce A
D 20
Oct
10513 Justice H Cav 7H
8
95 Nov
12052 Kane H
A 16
29 July
4308 Kappel H
H 30
Aug
4743 Keefe James P Art 2M
5
20 Sept
8348 Kelaze E
G 10
 18 Kell M R, Cor 49 Mar
D 7
Aug
7183 Kelly John 75 F
29
Aug
6795 Kelley William 94 I
25
38 Aug
5518 Kennedy M
C 13
Jan
12488 Kent J 14 F 65
19
96 Aug
5707 Kerbey John 64
H 15
22 Apr
396 Kiger John
E 6
42 Oct
10520 Kilkreath J
A 8
Mar
82 Kimball Jas Art 25 L
20
16 Mar
158 Kinkle John
G 25
82 Apr
696 Kinderman G
D 26
38 Sept
7807 Kingham J
G 4
65 Apr
685 Klinehaus D
G 23
113 Aug
4766 Kenigge A
C 5
Aug
4908 Knight J 9H
6
108 Nov
11891 Knoble P
E 7
4700 Koahl J Cav 16 Aug 64
 H 4
July
2754 Krail J “ 16 I
1
14 Feb
12685 Kreiger J 65
E 20
16 Apr
652 Kaiber John 64
D 20
June
1809 Keyser John 32 I
10
89 Sept
7927 Lacost J M
E 5
100 Aug
7299 Ladien J
H 23
38 Aug
7105 Lambert C
D 20
78 Oct
10419 Lamsden W H
A 6
59 Nov
12044 Lance V
D 16
14 Dec
12270 Langley G
K 12
Aug
5906 Lanner W A Cav 9E
16
93 May
1233 Law Henry
G 20
89 Sept
9635 Lawrene L G
G 24
125 Oct
10179 Lape J
A 1
98 Oct
10896 Leatherman M
E 14
115 Sept
8464 Leach W
B 11
4172 Lee A 112 July
B 28
16 Sept
8524 Lee P, Corp
A 12
May
963 Lee Thomas 8E
9
May
1297 Lee W E Cav 16 I
23
79 Oct
11258 Lewis Charles
A 21
Aug
6238 Lewis Thomas 2L
20
Oct
10148 Lickey J B, S’t 96 F
1
113 Sept
8295 Liday J
I 9
112 Aug
6295 Liken John, S’t
I 20
57 June
1685 Linday B
H 6
99 Sept
7768 Linderman H A
B 4
113 Aug
6414 Lindsay A
D 22
June
1818 Linebergh I, Cor 16 F
10
Oct
11449 Linwood J 79 F
25
Dec
12358 Lipsey D, Cor Cav 2C
30
112 Oct
10405 Lord L B, Corpl
B 6
11222 Lorsam C 89 Oct
 C 20
16 June
2268 London L Cav
D 21
35 May
1017 Lowry Frank
E 11
29 June
2342 Lusk John
B 23
23 May
1456 Lutz John
H 29
100 Sept
8196 Lyman J
D 8
38 Oct
11467 Lynch V, Corpl
C 26
14 Oct
10849 Mack J Cav
G 13
96 Aug
5390 Madden L
D 12
Maddock J W, 79 Oct
11358
S’t A 23
12 Aug
10982 Madrill A
A 12
38 July
3935 Malcolm J R
K 25
215 July
2868 Manning A
A 4
16 May
953 Manty P, S’t Cav
E 8
16 June
2050 Markman Wm Cav
K 16
Aug
6333 Marritt H Cav 16 L
21
Marshall A, 96 July
2762
Corpl C 2
8444 Martin A Cav 16 L May
28
July
4071 Martin I 9K
27
42 Mch
12757 Masman S 65
G 12
93 May
863 Mason Thos B 64
B 3
111 May
1428 Massey W H
D 28
12 April
746 Master Wm
A 26
Mathening A D, April
429 79 I
S’t 8
32 Mch
12744 Mathews F M 65
G 7
19 May
1061 Maxem H C 64
H 13
July
3280 Maxwell S Cav 8C
13
Sept
10319 May M H 89 I
29
104 July
3100 McCampbell D
B 10
Mch
56 McCleary Thos Cav 16 L
17
16 May
1315 McClusky Jas Cav
K 27
103 Aug
4850 McCray A
A 6
96 June
1617 McCready Wm
C 4
6513 McCreary J 119 Aug
 C 22
16 Aug
5724 McCone R Cav 64
K 15
13 July
3050 McCunne H
C 8
16 July
3470 McEntire L Cav
K 17
30 Aug
5283 McGee Wm
D 11
119 Oct
11623 McGivens J
A 28
89 Nov
11952 McLarens B
A 10
June
1634 McLaughlin B 90 I
5
McLing Benj, 23 July
3169
Cor E 11
93 Aug
4725 McMahon M
E 4
McMillan W B, 112 May
1337
Cor E 24
78 Sept
9763 McMiller W B
D 25
80 April
692 McShaw B
B 23
92 Sept
9710 McWorthy W M
G 25
19 July
3279 Mead G
H 14
Aug
4648 Medler H 38 I
3
51 Aug
6266 Mee William
C 20