Their Brave New World: An Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Short Story: Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Stories

By Connor Whiteley

A Captain. A Hungry Crew. A Brave New World.

New worlds are glorious or deadly.

Captain Jonic travels the stars. He wants to pay his crew. He takes a dangerous job.

A lot more depends on Jonic than he ever realises.

If you enjoy suspenseful, action-packed scifi short stories. You'll love this one!

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Also available in Agents of The Emperor Science Fiction Collection Volume 7.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Apr 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215914953

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

THEIR BRAVE NEW WORLD

New Worlds Can Be Glorious Or Deadly,

-First Rogue Trader, Early Empire History

Captain Jonic smiled as he stared out into the cold blackness of space with little orbs of light floating in the void as his ship got closer.

He loved the amazing bulky grey spaceship that he got from his father decades ago. Jonic always laughed at people who called the ship a waste of space and an eyesore.

He didn’t have the heart to tell them how amazing the ship was, and how it had been surviving warzones since before they were born.

Breathing in the foul recycled air of the ship, Jonic smiled as he loved that charred smell of broken oxygen recyclers and hints of smoke. It reminded him of his mother’s terrible burnt pies from his childhood, He knew it needed to be repaired but until he got around to fixing it, it made him feel alive and