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    Fighting Chance Book 4: Fighting Chance Space Opera Series, #4
    Fighting Chance Book 4: Fighting Chance Space Opera Series, #4
    Fighting Chance Book 4: Fighting Chance Space Opera Series, #4
    Ebook64 pages51 minutesFighting Chance Space Opera Series

    Fighting Chance Book 4: Fighting Chance Space Opera Series, #4

    By S. H. Miah

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    The sweeping space opera series by S. H. Miah continues. Fast action and tense moments wrap over a narrative spanning a galactic war for the ages.

     

    Commander Khaled Malik of The Hunters suffers from a military suspension. But secrets lurk amongst the higher ups, and a new mission lies on the horizon. So urgent that Khaled springs back to action.

     

    The Konx leader, King Kryker, makes his first move.

     

    Can The Hunters deal with the threat? Or will the second war end as quickly as it began?

     

    A space opera series from S. H. Miah, each book designed to be read in a single sitting. If galactic warfare and tense action sound like your cup of tea, then Commander Khaled's story is not one you wish to miss.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMuslim Fiction Project
    Release dateJan 15, 2024
    ISBN9798224532414
    Fighting Chance Book 4: Fighting Chance Space Opera Series, #4
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      Fighting Chance Book 4 - S. H. Miah

      Fighting Chance Book 4

      S. H. Miah

      Muslim Fiction Project

      Copyright © 2024 by S. H. Miah

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission.

      This publication is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      The scent was of samosas. Khaled’s mother’s delicacy that she’d cooked for his entire life. The savoury scent wafted across the sea blue table in their kitchen, meshing with the tempered air to imprint itself against the sides of Khaled’s nose every time he breathed. The smell was wonderful, or would’ve been had Khaled Malik, Commander of The Hunters, not been suspended from duty after foiling the plot of a previous general who was meant to be helping them in the first place.

      Khaled sighed and leaned forwards, clasped his fingers together tighter than the nooses of injustice that ran through the elite ranks of humanity’s fighters, whether above The Hunters or, higher than that, the government of New Earth itself. The callouses along his hands brushed each other like ridges across a cliff rubbing against one another. His skin was as dry as one of those deserts that humanity had terraformed so the climate and habitat was conducive to life. Beside him, his mother sat on a chair composed of old fabric, rather than the tempered metal chair Khaled now sat on.

      He’d grown used to metal, so much so that its chilling touch was more comforting than anything else.

      Asr salah is coming, his mother said, checking her wrist watch for the time. Despite the fact that, as a member of The Hunters, Khaled was allowed a link device in his home that could tell them anything they wished to know, Khaled’s mother still sought after the remnants of her old life like chairs and golden watches. You best be getting ready then?

      Khaled nodded, then sighed again. He was restless, feeling useless as the rest of The Hunters waded through the aftermath of dealing with a Konx prisoner, named Vindi, as well as General Taleman. Taleman being the general who now suffered in a prison after betraying humanity and attempting to kill Vindi behind the backs of the other generals he was meant to confer with on such decisions.

      Had he killed Vindi—the impending war would’ve started a lot sooner. Thousands would’ve been murdered, hundreds of thousands more injured, and every force in humanity’s ranks would’ve been forced to wield their inadequate weapons to pose an unworthy defence.

      The entirety of the earth, of everything they knew and loved and promised their lives for, could’ve been wiped in a second.

      And all because of the ego, or perhaps a deeper secret, of one man.

      The day outside was supposed to be bright, with the sun of their solar system burning its fumes to cast a yellow shade across the world. The blue lights of vehicles shifting in the distance, as well as the lumination of small airships, formed shadows across the grainy windows of the kitchen. But Khaled paid them no mind, regarded them as merely annoyances in the periphery of his attention.

      He needed to wallow, before his suspension ended the week after and he could get back to work, back to fighting. Back to fulfilling his mother’s wish of defeating the Konx and ensuring humanity’s safety for all. That was his quest, and it was one he’d fulfil to the end, regardless of whether the generals wanted to merely suspend him or even banish him from the solar system for good.

      Guess I’ve got to go, then, Khaled said, sighing for what felt like the hundredth time as he stood from his seat. His legs felt strained, underdeveloped in a strange way. He’d been training for so long, every day for months and years, that now the inactivity almost ate away at his soul, let alone his

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