Morning Song: A Seeders Universe Novel Read Free Page A

galaxy-wide society of humans growing beyond their system, but eventually they would and join in.
    Clearly, this lodge was from the period before the accident, and had been amazingly preserved by someone.
    But this planet seemed to be jinxed in more ways than just a freak electromagnetic pulse storm. Now this planet was in a direct line of a speeding monster ghost ship that would destroy it as if nothing were there.
    He had been recruited by Chairman Wade Ray to help stop the ghost ship. That’s why he was here.
    He picked up his leather overnight bag and moved over to one of the big, overstuffed chairs near the left side of the fireplace. He dropped into the chair, enjoying how it felt completely comfortable and natural.
    He leaned back and just stared up at the ceiling and the large, wooden logs over his head.
    “Amazing, isn’t it?” a man said as he came down the staircase.
    “Completely,” Roscoe said, looking over at the man.
    Roscoe had a sudden moment of surprise looking at the smiling, thin guy who looked like a scientist in a brown, pullover sweater and cloth pants and loafers. They guy even wore glasses, even though no Seeder he had ever met needed them.
    All Seeder health was perfect. A benefit of the job.
    Roscoe couldn’t remember the guy’s name, but they had met once before about a hundred years ago, trying to stop a war in the first sector. Roscoe hadn’t realized the guy was a Seeder at the time.
    “Nice seeing you again, Mr. Mundy,” the guy said, extending his hand as he got close. “My name is Vardis Fisher. Everyone just calls me Fisher.”
    Roscoe stood and shook his head. “Just call me Roscoe. Didn’t know you were a part of all this when we were back in Sector One.”
    “I didn’t know you were either,” Fisher said, smiling and dropping into a chair across from Roscoe. “Maybe they should put bells on us or something.”
    “Name tags,” Roscoe said, smiling. “Never was good with names and after a couple of centuries, that’s gotten worse.”
    Fisher laughed and indicated the big lodge around them. “Like the old place?”
    “I sure do,” Roscoe said. “All yours?”
    “My wife and I sort of met here about three hundred years ago,” Fisher said. “This lodge saved her and we were recruited by the Seeders at that point to help out. We’ve kept the lodge as our home and base ever since.”
    “Nice,” Roscoe said. He had thought of finding a home base at some point, but so far it just hadn’t come up since he moved around so much. The longest he had stayed in any one place was with Sector Justice, and he knew that was almost over as well, since he couldn’t explain not aging.
    But a big lodge like this one with extreme privacy was certainly something he could enjoy. Someday he would find a permanent home.
    At that moment, Chairman Wade Ray, his wife Tacita, and two other women materialized in the open area in the center of the room.
    Every time Roscoe saw Wade Ray, he was impressed and stunned. Ray was extremely old and powerful among the Seeders. Roscoe had no idea how old he really was and had never had the chance to actually ask. He didn’t look old except for the long, gray hair that hung down over his expensive silk shirt.
    Both of the other women were stunningly good looking. One had dark, short hair and the other long red hair. The dark-haired one went over and kissed Fisher, so that had to be his wife, Callie.
    The redhead just stood there wearing a t-shirt that left little to the imagination and tight jeans and running shoes. Clearly the woman was in amazing shape and her face and neck and arms were covered in freckles that made her look cute and very alluring.
    And she had large golden eyes that were amazing. So far they hadn’t looked at him, as she was too busy looking around at the lodge. He felt lucky because if she did look at him, he wasn’t sure he would be able to turn away.
    He hadn’t felt that attracted to someone else in a long, long time. He