Lokians Book Two by Aaron Dennis

The Lokians have been defeated. O’Hara has gone AWOL. His spec ops team has been disbanded and reassigned. The President of the North American Union is working with aliens. Gray-Human hybrids are controlling the Earth from sights unseen, but hope is not lost.
After recovering on Eon, Admiral Lay warned O’Hara of an impending threat, and the young captain left the new planet behind him as he flew through space-time with Adams and Franklin, agents of The Bureau. Now, The Bureau has a new mission for Riley O’Hara, and it involves the Gray Agenda…but what, exactly, is the agenda of mindless, alien drones?

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Prologue

The flow of time is not a constant. The limitations of man are not concrete. What can one do once the doors behind reality are opened?

One man is blessed with a gift, burdened by a responsibility; somewhere in the reaches of space-time, he travels, seeking only to continue doing what he knows in his heart is right. Once a respected Naval Captain, now working for The Bureau, Riley O’Hara continues searching for answers.

Eight months prior, in July of 2111, Earth’s Navy surveyed a new planet, one meeting all requirements for colonization. Eon was a celestial body located in the Gemini system, a system of twin suns. For all intents and purposes, it was a new Earth.

During the survey mission to Eon’s surface, Captain O’Hara and his special operations team discovered alien beacons. Soon after, Admiral Lay of Earth Navy made first contact with a race of aliens called Thewls. A detailed exchange of information transpired.

The Thewls convened on Eon with the Navy’s spec ops team. During the meet and greet, Humans came to learn that a second race of aliens called Lokians were on the prowl. This devastating force ravaged the galaxy as it destroyed civilizations to harvest technology.

Ambassador Weh of the Thewls proposed a plan. A unified front between men and Thewls was the only solution. Careful deliberations occurred behind closed doors as Admiral Lay slowly sequestered himself from the special operations team’s endeavor. Suddenly, the brash and young Captain O’Hara was in charge of the Humans’ most delicate mission in military history.

He led his team aboard a Thewlian vessel, joining their admiral, Yew, in a search throughout the galaxy for a weapon to wield against the so-called impending threat, the Lokians. Upon its discovery, the weapon was kept secret from nearly everyone on Horizon colony, including Admiral Lay’s second in command, Rear Admiral Shaw. At the end of the ordeal, the Lokian threat was curbed, but the captain did not receive a hero’s welcome. He woke up, injured from the final battle, in a hospital tent. The suns on Eon caressed his face as he looked over his commanding officer. Admiral Lay was concerned. He relayed to O’Hara what had transpired. Only recently conscious, and recovering from his wounds, the young man was shocked to learn the President of the North American Union had decided to shut down Horizon colony.

Unbeknownst to anyone, O’Hara boarded a craft with two agents from The Bureau, Adams and Franklin, whom served under the captain during the Lokian assault. Their whereabouts are currently unknown to both the Navy and President Montrose.

Chapter One

Phoenix Crew was officially disbanded; Swain, Fitzpatrick, Day, DeReaux, all of them were reassigned. It was a modest form of punishment enacted by their former leader, Admiral Shaw. With no other course of action, he commissioned Captain Bragg of the Phoenix to fulfill the removal of civilians from Horizon. The routine mission was supposed to have been O’Hara’s punishment, but he was off the radar, vanished without a trace.

Shaw’s graying hair gave away his level of stress. He stood there, staring at the strange vessel, the Bohemian. During the process of disassembling the colony, just weeks after Riley O’Hara’s departure, President Montrose had arrived on Eon by way of that odd craft. Immediately, the President had pulled Shaw aside to initiate a special investigation of the former spec ops team.

Montrose had wanted every detail on every aspect of the top secret mission. He had been outraged by O’Hara’s escape. He had begrudged Lay’s involvement as well, but that morning on Eon, Shaw walked up the vessel’s steps and into the airlock. A man in a black suit led him to the bridge. The President, a corpulent man, snapped his fingers and the menacing man walked out of sight.

“I’m glad you saw fit to keep me up to date, Shaw,” Montrose gave a crooked smile.

The aging admiral took a seat in a leather chair next to a small monitor. He looked around the bridge. The ship reminded him of alien technology utilized during the Lokian mission. The monitors and consoles were unfamiliar. They were of Human utility, but not design. Shaw met Montrose’s eyes. He felt uneasy with the big man presiding over him.

“I did what I felt was necessary for Earth. We can’t have all these secret alien meetings, and Lay was getting carried away with his trust in O’Hara,” Shaw replied with a strained tone.

Montrose walked over to him. Standing behind the thin, older man, he looked down onto the top of his head. The President then placed his thick hands on the man’s shoulders and rubbed him through his full dress jacket, a black blazer weighed down by medals and ribbons. The action made Shaw even more uncomfortable, causing him to fidget in his seat a little. Montrose then eased his round face next to his subordinate’s ear. His warm breath had the admiral on the verge of running away or throwing a fist.

“Where does your trust lie?”

“My home world, my country,” Shaw responded without turning around.

Montrose squeezed the admiral’s shoulders. “And?”

“You, Sir,” Shaw replied, hesitantly.

“Good,” he said with a friendly pat. After walking over to the helmsman’s chair, across from the admiral, he swiveled 180 degrees to face the freaked out individual, who was stroking his thin, brown beard to calm himself. “We need to find that captain. His going AWOL is an insult!”

Shaw nodded once. Then, he attempted to adjust the fitting of his dress jacket.

“Agreed. I went over the reports Lay had in his data archives, but I think something’s missing. I have all of O’Hara’s debriefings, but after he boarded that Thewlian vessel, much of whatever transpired has been left out.