Battle Of The New Orleans (Solbidyum Wars Saga) [Kindle Edition]

Battle Of The New Orleans (Solbidyum Wars Saga) [Kindle Edition]

by Dale Musser


Publisher Dale Musser

Published in Science Fiction & Fantasy/Fantasy, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description

The continuing saga of Thibodaux James Renwalt and hsi adventures as the richest and most powerful man in the universe and his fight to preserve the Galactic Federation.

Sample Chapter

I’m not sure who or what I expected for an introduction, but it was certainly not what I would have anticipated. The first thing I saw looked like a swarm of wasps approaching the screen – maybe 30 to 50 of them –surrounding the ship in seconds on all sides. A few minutes later, three additional groups of ships, equal in size and quantity, joined in a similar configuration and all moved en masse into a tight formation around my position. Upon closer view, I could see these craft were not wasp-like at all; rather their shapes more closely resembled the first generation stealth bombers of Earth only with blended curves.

I was starting to get very nervous about all of this, when suddenly a second viewing window opened on the ships screen, inside of which the image of a man wearing a Kelly green uniform appeared. From the expression on his face I assumed that he could see me and my surroundings inside the bridge as well.

“Congratulations on your recovery of the TRITYTE,” he began, “I trust the cargo it still intact?”

This initial communication did not match what was beginning to feel like a military interception, so I was still processing “Congratulations” and “TRITYTE” (probably with my mouth agape) when he cleared his throat and collected himself, “My deepest apologies for my lack of courtesy, sir, I’m Captain Maxette of the Federation Star Ship DUSTEN… and who might you be?”

In my insolent nature I wanted to say “I might be the Easter Bunny,” but on second thought I figured this was not the time to be funny, besides the fact that the reference would surely have been lost. “I’m Thibodaux Renwalt, but you can just call me Tibby. Everyone else does.”

“Well congratulations again, Tibby, but… uhhh… the cargo is intact, yes?” he asked again with some trepidation.

“Sir,” I began, “To be honest, I am not really sure, as I have no idea what the cargo might be. My discovery of this ship was quite accidental…and…actually, I have more or less been a captive on this ship, since I seem to have unintentionally activated some primary directive program that has taken over navigation… and I have been trapped in the ship ever since.”

There was a momentary pause as the Captain hesitated, looking dumbfounded by my comment. He turned to a man standing at a console behind him (I presumed another officer), who looked equally befuddled. The Captain turned back to face me. “You are from what planet?”


Again, the confusion was apparent on his face. He turned to the officer, who now seemed to be looking manically through data on a screen. After a brief pause, the officer announced to the captain, “Sir, the data banks have no reference for a planet by that name. Tibby, please allow us a few moments to access TRITYTE’s guidance program to ascertain the origin of your journey.”

Several moments passed as a number or lights on the console flashed and blinked and several of the smaller screens on the console displayed bits of data that scrolled across the screens so rapidly I could not follow any of it. After a brief period, the displays stopped and the officer spoke to the Captain, “Sir, apparently Earth is a planet quite some distance outside the Federation Territory in one of the un-explored areas.”

The Captain’s confusion appeared to give way to something more like curiosity. “Tibby, how much of the ship have you explored?”

“Ahh, sir, “I began, “I think all of it, though I really didn’t spend much time in what I think may be the engine room or what I assume is the storage room. The really large room in the rear of the ship that has the big door or hatch looks like a cargo hold, but the only thing in there is a piece of equipment and a big box.”

“A big box, you say… please describe it.” He said anxiously.

“Well, Captain Maxette, sir, it’s about as tall as I am and big enough to fit about 8 people inside.” The Captain appeared to be waiting for me to continue with more information, perhaps something to indicate that the container was still secure, so I offered, “…and it has some sort of sealed locking device on it so I don’t know what’s in it. But that’s all that I see in that space.”

The Captain suddenly relaxed and a smile appeared on his face. Until that moment, I hadn’t been aware of how tense he’d been.

“Tibby,” he began, with a tone in his voice that made him seem like a different person than the one who greeted me, “if what I hope is in that box is there, and I have every reason to believe it is, you have just become the luckiest and the richest man in the universe…without a doubt the richest.


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Dale Musser

Dale Musser

Dale Musser was born in 1944 in a small rural community in Pennsylvania. From 1967 until 2012 he was employed as a structural and piping designer in the marine and offshore industry, the cogeneration power industry and in hard rock metal mining. His work at three shipyards and assignments with several engineering and naval architectural firms during his career in Virginia, Texas, and Maine took him to such places as London, U.K., Abu Dhabi, U.A.E., Scotland and Mexico. During this time, he was responsible for the design of reactor compartments for nuclear aircraft carriers and submarines for the U.S. Navy and the structural designs of numerous offshore semisubmersible oil rigs, tanker ships, supply boats, and other vessels and equipment used in the offshore industry. After the death of his wife in 1999, Mr. Musser changed careers and went to work in Arizona and Utah in the hard rock mining industry. He retired in fall of 2012 and currently resides in Mesa, Arizona; however, his plans for the near future involve a move to New Mexico.

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