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It will be a very big deal for the Empire and it will also make us both
very rich.”

“I suppose. Sort of like the Murphy Shield?”

“Perhaps not that important, but very useful. Anyway, that was
a defense system father developed while in the Navy. He never
earned any money for it. Besides, I don’t know about you but I for one
do not want to sponge off of my father for the rest of my life and this
will make us both sacks full of money. We’ve already filed the initial
Imperial Patent form but they will require a working model to be
demonstrated to finalize the claim.”

“Then let’s do it before people start to ask a lot of questions.
Shit!” John’s life-long friend and companion had all but called him a
chicken and that would not ever do.

It is one thing to disobey your father’s instructions; it is just a bit
more intimidating when your father is the Emperor. Even so, both
boys were like most boys and tended to act before sufficient thought
had been applied to the situation at hand.

John Grayson had inherited his father’s legendary abilities to fly
and perhaps his talent for leading others. Michael Murphy was as
hopeless at flying as his father was but had a mind that, if anything,
exceeded his father’s. Both boys were almost carbon copies of their
fathers in looks and intellect. However, common sense tends to be
uncommon in the young, no matter what their intelligence and
inherited abilities might be.




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Empire V Richard Stotts


Port Ayers Imperial Marine Induction Center, Australian Continent

It was just before the sun would put in its appearance and a
light rain was falling, unusual for this dusty and arid place. A naval
personnel transport had arrived in the last hour and was in the
process of disgorging its cargo of over three thousand raw recruits.
The recruits were all volunteers and knew at least a little about what
to expect. All the same it was a great jolt to their minds and bodies to
be signed over to the tender mercies of the Marine Gunnery
Sergeants who seemed able to bend titanium with only their bellowed
commands and bad breath.

“Shut your garbage holes and stand at attention on your