Star Trek: Invincible - Book 2 (Star Trek: Corp of Engineers, Book 8)
David Mack, Keith R. A. DeCandido
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STARFLEET CORPS OF ENGINEERS
Long believed to be just a Nalori myth, the shii has turned out to he devastatingly real! The monster -- seemingly invulnerable, undeniably powerful, and completely rutbless -- as carved a swath through the Nalori construction project on the crystal planet of Sarindar. The project's supervisor, Commander Sonya Gomez, must find a way to stop the deadly creature before It destroys the entire project and its workers.
But when the truth behind the shii is revealed, Gomez realizes that even one of the S.C.E.'s top officers may not be able to solve every problem...
The exciting conclusion to the gripping, all-new two-pail adventure!
shii would attack us as soon as it could. Its function is to collect heads for its owners. It had targeted my particular head on three occasions now without getting it. I don’t know if it’s capable of grudge matches—in fact, I’m sure it isn’t—but I also suspect that it was programmed to keep trying to fulfill its goals. That meant that it would keep trying for me until it had my head. That, at least, was my plan. It turned out to be accurate. I waited near the concave dish that formed the most
J’Roh—who is now the foreperson, following Kejahna’s death—pointed out that we’d have to cannibalize some of the sonic rifles to accomplish this, but, to my mind, it’s worth it. It’s not like the weapons were doing us any good…. My next task is to find a way to conduct an active scan on this planet. I need to get proper sensor readings of this area, see what it is that’s attracting the shii here. I suspect that we’re doing something to provoke it. Animals generally don’t attack without a
safe and gather food for them. The owners are quadrupedal beings who look, at first glance, like a hybrid between seals and dogs—but, honestly, they don’t look like anything I’ve ever seen before. The expedition seemed to be a simple archaeological survey. However, I noticed, as time went on, that the owners looked weaker and gaunter—and that there were fewer and fewer of them. My best guess is that they succumbed to some kind of disease. After a certain amount of time, they were gone. If the
shii—the protectors had taken on a large-scale version of the form of shii when they arrived on Sarindar—had any notion of what had happened to the owners, they gave no indication of it. They simply continued carrying out their duties. Those duties included gathering food. The owners, I soon realized, fed on the cranial matter of animals. This explains the hoarding of heads and the discarding of the bodies. In their minds, they’re still gathering food for their masters, despite the fact that
you read this letter. But, please, do that first. Thank you. Of all my wives, you are the one I dislike the least. So I wish you to have this record of my life in this place. We are building a subspace accelerator here on Sarindar. It will allow our glorious government to harvest chimerium. That, I’m sure, means as much to you as it does to me. But they’re paying me, so I won’t complain. The first thing that happened when I got here will amuse you. The foreman issued me a weapon. Me. It took