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    Tyche's First: Tyche Origins, #1
    Tyche's First: Tyche Origins, #1
    Tyche's First: Tyche Origins, #1
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    Tyche's First: Tyche Origins, #1

    By Richard Parry

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    Nathan Chevell has four hours to stop the fall of an empire.

    As Captain of the Emperor's Black, it's Nate's job to protect the ruler of all humanity. But when an assassin gets too close, new mind-reading agents—Intelligencers—are handed the keys to imperial security.

    Nate's team is ordered to stand down. The enemy strikes. And the Black are no longer welcome at the palace.

    With no support, no backup, and no time, Nate must uncover the real threat before it reaches the throne. Because if he fails, the Empire won't just bleed.

    It'll burn.

    Tyche's First is the explosive opening to Richard Parry's Tyche Origins hexalogy. If you love fast-paced space opera with sharp dialogue, desperate heroics, and the first sparks of a legend, grab your copy now—or pick up the full Tyche Origins collection.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRichard Parry
    Release dateNov 19, 2018
    ISBN9780995109001
    Tyche's First: Tyche Origins, #1
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      Tyche's First - Richard Parry

      Tyche’s First

      TYCHE’S FIRST

      A SPACE OPERA ADVENTURE STORY

      TYCHE ORIGINS

      BOOK 1

      RICHARD PARRY

      Richard Parry

      CONTENTS

      You’re Awesome

      Roll for Narrative

      Five Years Back

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Now

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Tyche’s Chosen

      The End of War

      The Tyche has made her choice.

      Glossary

      Acknowledgments

      About the Author

      Also by Richard Parry

      TYCHE’S FIRST copyright © 2018 Richard Parry.

      Cover design copyright © 2025 Richard Parry.

      All rights reserved.

      ISBN-13: 978-0-9951090-0-1

      First edition.

      Ezeroc Wars Reading Order

      No parts of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any form without permission. Piracy, much as it sounds like a cool thing done at sea with a lot of, Me hearties! commentary, is a dick move. It gives nothing back to the people who made this book, so don’t do it. Support original works: purchase only authorised editions.

      No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner for the purpose of training artificial intelligence technologies or systems.

      While we’re here, what you’re holding is a work of fiction created by a professional liar. It is not done in an edgy documentary style with recovered footage. Pretty much everything in here was made up by the author so you could enjoy a story about the world being saved through action scenes and witty dialog. No people were used as templates, serial numbers filed off for anonymity. Any resemblance to humans you know (alive) or have known (dead) is coincidental.

      Find out more about Richard Parry at parrydox.com

      Published by Richard Parry, New Zealand.

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      TYCHE’S FIRST

      NATHAN CHEVELL HAS FOUR HOURS TO STOP THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE.

      As Captain of the Emperor’s Black, it’s Nate’s job to protect the ruler of all humanity. But when an assassin gets too close, new mind-reading agents—Intelligencers—are handed the keys to imperial security.

      Nate’s team is ordered to stand down. The enemy strikes. And the Black are no longer welcome at the palace.

      With no support, no backup, and no time, Nate must uncover the real threat before it reaches the throne. Because if he fails, the Empire won’t just bleed.

      It’ll burn.

      Tyche’s First is the explosive opening to Richard Parry’s Tyche Origins hexalogy. If you love fast-paced space opera with sharp dialogue, desperate heroics, and the first sparks of a legend, grab your copy now—or pick up the full Tyche Origins collection.

      YOU’RE AWESOME

      You could have picked any book, but you chose this one. That means a lot.

      Your support keeps independent authors like me forging ahead, writing the stories we love (and hopefully, the ones you love too). Whether you’re here for the characters, the worldbuilding, or just a little escapism, thank you for being part of this journey.

      You. Kick. Ass.

      ROLL FOR NARRATIVE

      WHERE WORLDBUILDING AND OVERTHINKING COLLIDE

      Love stories that linger in your brain long after The End? Ever wonder why some books hit like a natural 20 and others critically fail their way into the 1-star abyss?

      Join Roll for Narrative, my hub for sci-fi and fantasy lovers. I explore storytelling like a rogue casing a dungeon, review movies, books, and games, and dish out writing tips like a chaotic-good bard with a grudge against bad prose. No spam, just good stuff.

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      For Dawn, and your endless gifts of ideas.

      FIVE YEARS BACK

      Nate had four hours before his arm, leg, and Emperor were lost to him. Dom? You can’t do this.

      I dunno, Nate, said Dominic Fergelic, Emperor of all humanity. I’m pretty sure the job title means I can do what I want. He wasn’t an asshole about it, a slight smile playing at his lips. He’d never been an asshole about it as far back as Nate remembered.

      They were in the Morning Room, ceiling high above their heads, sunlight playing hide and seek with the antiques arrayed on plinths around them. Everything here was rustic, not a console or holo in sight. The Emperor had people for that kind of thing. The Emperor took his breakfast in here as a general rule. Breakfast had been interrupted today. Dom wasn’t looking at the stain on the lush pile carpet, or the charred outline that — if you squinted — might have looked like a person’s shadow against the wall.

      The Emperor stood before the vaulted windows overlooking the palace gardens. Out those windows, herons walked in picturesque lakes, long beaks investigating cooler waters at their feet. Manicured hedges dotted the view. Several of the palace staff were outside, walking, talking, or generally avoiding work they should be doing, the white of their clothing bright in the sun.

      Nate didn’t call any of that picturesque. It looked like a damn fine place to hide a couple of snipers. The windows were armored, sure, but since the promotion to head the palace guard, his black collar felt just a little tighter, a noose made of stress and politics. Nate tossed a hopeful look at Yvette Gutierrez, Dom’s assistant. She stood by the tall windows, arms crossed. Yvette raised an eyebrow, saying nothing. Well, it’s not like she’s on your side. Aside from the three of them, there were two of Dom’s elite — the Emperor’s Black — guarding the door. One was a tall, lean man, the other a shorter, lean woman. Both capable, trustworthy. No one commented on the lingering smell of barbecue on the air. You can be a bit more free with your language. Nate sighed, resting a hand on the butt of his blaster. Of course, your worship. Dom hated being called your worship.

      The Emperor’s lips twitched. Let’s not get personal, hey? Nate⁠—

      "I mean, hell, Dom, it’s not like there was an assassin right there, and he stabbed a finger at the stained carpet, ten minutes ago." Nate sometimes wished Dom was at least two percent of an asshole. It’d make arguing with him more satisfying. Despite the low asshole quotient, Dom wasn’t giving a millimeter. Still, a man had to try. They were talking about the life of the Emperor of all humanity, after all.

      That’s why I need my Intelligencers on this one, Nate, said Dom. They can read minds. Change minds.

      Kind of what I’m worried about, said Nate. You ever figure they’re changing your mind?

      Me? said Dom. He ran a hand down the dress jacket he wore. Black, some fake medals peppered on his chest. He must have a meeting with some ass-world envoy later. Why would they do that?

      Usual reasons, said Nate. Power. Influence.

      They already have all they could want, said Dom.

      Nate teetered his hand side to side in the air. Eh.

      You don’t agree? Yvette had finally joined the conversation. Nate wasn’t sure which way this was going to go, but to hell in a hand basket was likely. She’d been against him becoming Captain Chevell. Like the argument Nate was losing against the Emperor right now, she’d lost that one. Dom tended to get his way. Maybe it was the whole Emperor shtick?

      No, said Nate. He flashed her a smile, showing lots of teeth. Thanks for your support, though.

      Captain Chevell, my interests align to the Emperor’s, not yours. Yvette drew in a breath like she was winding up for something important. Because⁠—

      Great, said Nate, turning to Dom. "The thing is, they don’t have everything. They’re servants, Dom. Mind-reading, mind-controlling servants."

      Yvette rallied. They sit at the highest table.

      "Still one seat

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