Peter F. Hamilton - The Saints of Salvation

Peter F. Hamilton

THE
SAINTS OF
SALVATION

BOOK THREE OF THE SALVATION SEQUENCE

Contents

The Salvation Sequence is dedicated to The Americans, with my gratitude and thanks.

In order of appearance:

Anthony Gardner

Betsy Mitchell

Jaime Levine

David Pomerico

Anne Groell

List of Major Characters 2206 Yuri Alster Connexion Security chief Callum Hepburn Utopials senior troubleshooter Alik Monday FBI senior special detective Kandara Martinez Dark-ops mercenary Jessika Mye Nena metahuman Lucius Soko Nena metahuman Loi Yuris aide Eldlund Callums aide Ainsley Baldunio Zangari Connexion founder & CEO Ainsley Zangari III CEO, Connexion TranSol division Emilja Jurich Utopials leader Gwendoline Seymore-Qing-Zangari Connexion finance director Horatio Seymore Social Services agency adviser Kohei Yamada Connexion Security, London chief David Johnston Supreme Commander, Alpha Defence Southwark Legion Ollie Heslop Ex-gang member Lolo Maude Ollies lover Nikolaj Lieutenant in London crime family Crew of the MorganDellian Squad leader Yirella Vayan designer Tilliana Tactician Ellici Tactician Falar Squad member Janc Squad member Uret Squad member Xante Squad member Mallot Squad member Ovan Squad leader Kenelm Captain of the MorganWim Bridge officer Cinrea Bridge officer Immanueel Corpus human

See the end of the novel for the Salvation timeline.

Juloss Falling

Ahead of the Nena insertion ship, Juloss glowed like a sapphire pearl, its vast oceans and small continents wrapped in long, tranquil streamers of cloud. Space around it was speckled with diamond-dust glimmers as sunlight bounced off the orbital forts that guarded this precious world against invasion.

The insertion ship flew in south of the ecliptic, shedding cold mass in irregular bursts like a black comet. By the time it was on its final approach to the unsuspecting planet, it was down to twenty-five metres in diameter. It had no magnetic field and its outer shell was radiation-absorbent, rendering it invisible. Fully stealthed, it eluded the vigilance of the orbital forts to slip past them, discarding the last of its reaction mass in its final deceleration manoeuvre. Now it was basically falling towards the western edge of the largest continent, where a tall mountain range sank into the sea. Tiny course correction ejecta continued to refine the ships descent vector, steering it towards the coast, which was still thirty minutes from greeting the dawn. Inland, perched on undulating foothills, lights from the lonely city of Afrata shone brightly across the lush valley.

As it hit the upper atmosphere, the insertion ship peeled apart into six pear-shaped segments. They plunged downwards, aerobraking with increasing severity as the atmosphere thickened around them. The segments were aimed close to a thin spit of land whose rocky coastline was covered in a tangle of vegetation.

A hundred metres from the shore, six large splash plumes shot up into the air like thick geysers, crowning and splattering down amid the startled seabirds flying out to catch the first fish of the day.

The Nena swam ashore. Creatures out of every humans dark ancestral nightmare, risen out of banishment to stalk the land once more formidable reptilian bodies moving fast on multiple sinewy limbs, razor claws snapping continuously. They climbed the cliffs at the foot of the mountains and set off in search of their prey.

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Dellian knew the Nena pack was closing on him. He was in Afratas downtown district, lurking in the shadows of a deserted plaza as the hot sun shone down vertically. The creepers that were colonizing the lower floors of the crystal and carbon skyscrapers trailed long strands like a verdant waterfall. It was good cover. He stole through the dangling vegetation, letting their silky leaves slither over his bare skin a sensation akin to a shower of fine dust.

Somewhere along the avenue he was approaching, a flock of birds took flight, wings pumping hard to create a swirl of bright colours, blotting out the sky. He peered forwards, seeing long shadows slink between the ferns that had conquered the pavements. A fast clattering was just audible above the dumb squawking of the fleeing birds: the gullet rattle Nena packs used to communicate when they were hunting.

Dellian spun around the corner of the building, raising his bow. The lead Nena was closer than he would have liked. When the diabolical thing saw him, it started a kill run. Muscles as thick as his torso flexed along its hind limbs, pounding it forwards, two sets of upper body limbs extended, claws snapping. Its victorious ululation was deafening. Dellian stood still for a second, keeping the bow stable. He let the iron-tipped arrow fly. It split the air like a black laser beam and pierced the Nenas throat.

The monster lurched to the ground, bile-coloured blood pumping from the wound, momentum tumbling it forwards. The others screamed their fury and charged him, but Dellian was already gone, racing for the other side of the avenue and the tangle of creepers skirting the skyscraper. Dappled darkness closed around him, and the rough leaves clung to his bulky bulletproof vest, slowing his flight. His boots crunched the fronds beneath his feet as he headed for cover behind the buildings entrance portico. Behind him, the Nena were calling to one another, their stark twig-drum rattle reverberating across the plaza.

He reached the portico and crouched down. His breathing was heavy in his ears, heart pounding as he waited... but nothing attacked him. He eased his metal helmet up a fraction and sneaked a quick glance around the wall. Two of the Nena were stalking along his side of the plaza, with three more scouring the buildings beyond the central fountain pond.

Dellian gripped his assault rifle tightly and slowly moved clear of the portico, dependent on just a few wispy vines to shield him from the aliens. He brought the muzzle up and opened fire in a blaze of flame and thunderous noise. Recoil hammered into his shoulder, but he kept his aim steady and watched the slugs tear a line through the first Nenas flesh. The one behind it hesitated, as if cowed by the violence, then it pulled what looked like a bazooka out of its harness.

Fucking Saints! Dellian yelled. He sprinted forwards, firing as he went, spraying bullets in the general direction of the second Nena. The creature fired its weapon, and the portico exploded behind him.

A blastwave slammed into him, sending him sprawling. The armour suits reactive carapace absorbed the brunt of the force while he curled up to roll through the impact. Adaptive musculature brought him back up to his feet fast , and sensor graphics swept across his optik, tracking enemy targets. The micro-missile launch pod snapped up out of his backpack, ready for acquisition data. Four more Nena were powering into the plaza, wearing grey carbon exoskeletons with multiple weapon attachments. Electronic warfare systems went active, blitzing the plaza in a digital haze.

Dellian was about to fire his missiles when the sky overhead began to brighten. His sensor view flipped to vertical. High above, a brilliant golden fireball was punching down through the atmosphere, a rigid amber pillar of overheated air stretching out behind it. He took an instinctive step backwards as the fireball seemed to accelerate. Its radiance flooded the plaza, turning his vision monochrome.

Oh, crap. He turned to run.

The fireball struck the fountain, and light detonated out, overwhelming everything.

Dellian blinked the glare away and stared through the high fence that guarded the perimeter of the Immerle estate. Twenty-five kilometres away, on the other side of the jungle-clad valley, Afrata shone like the sun, every building gleaming as if it contained a solar flare. He shrugged and jogged on towards the sports fields where his yeargroup should be waiting. They were due to play a football match against the Ansaru clan that afternoon. Personally, Dellian couldnt wait another eight months until they all reached their tenth birthday, when Alexandre had promised them that they could start training in the orbital arena. He just loved the idea of them flying around in zero gee, somersaulting in slow-mo, bouncing off walls to soar like a bird...

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