John Greene and the allied army of Sorean, Lutamek and human soldiers are drawn into a land of warring factions as they fight to discover how their mutations evolved and how they were transported light years from home.
In Survival, book two of The Origin Trilogy, John and the army of survivors continue the search they started in Darwin’s Soldiers. Who brought them to this bizarre world and for what purpose?
Discoveries are made and battle fought as the allied army are drawn into a world populated by alien armies who have survived the same tests as them. Factions fight to get to the core: a prized location which offers them the answers they are all searching for.
But a new threat rises, in the hyper-evolved Tathon, who threaten to tear the new world apart. The very survival of all species is at risk as John desperately tries to get the factions to work as one and defend the core.
Will their adaptations be strong enough against their new foe? And will anyone survive?
John concentrated on the left-hand screen and rubbed his forehead as the buttons he pressed refused to work in the same way they had done five minutes ago. He was desperate for answers but couldn’t make sense of the diagrams and numbers on the screen in front of him. Delta-Six had been able to read it and had pressed the buttons on the desk to change the symbols on the screen but he’d disappeared to search for more information.
‘We haven’t got long until the new soldiers are ready,’ Osayimwese hissed.
‘I know!’ Crossley replied before John could. ‘I’m still searching… Delta-Six said telomere latency, right?’
‘Yeah,’ John replied, vaguely remembering the conversation and Osayimwese nodded.
They had found records for other species brought in but they needed to find details on humans, Lutamek or Sorean, and transfer everything to the thin sliver of metal Ten-ten had given them. Just thinking about it gave John a headache, his reading had never been great and after he left school he hadn’t had much need for it delivering veg or defending his trench.
‘It would be quicker if Delta-Six was here,’ Osayimwese said.
‘Sure it would,’ Crossley replied, ‘but he’s off on another of his missions, so…’
John looked around the curved room for any tell-tale shadows. Rar-kin, the Sorean, was outside, tending the young Lutamek who had brought them up using the helium-filled sac on its back, so any shadow would belong to Delta-Six or one of the robotic Synchronisers who ran the building.
John stared through the rectangular window above the computer screen at the locked in ship. He was still amazed by the thought that he and his friends had gone through the same process these squid-like creatures had endured when woken from stasis. They were still being processed by the look of things, which bought them more time.
‘Ah, what’s this?’ Crossley said and John leaned over to see a list of names, which he guessed he could read thanks to the translator fungus in his brain.
‘Looks like us,’ John said with a smile and tried to find his name.
‘Just save it to that… piece of metal,’ Osayimwese said.
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