For almost three years, Dtimun, the enigmatic and mysterious Cehn-Tahr commander of the Morcai Battalion, has been at war not only with the Rojok Dynasty…but also with his feisty medical chief of staff, Dr. Madeline Ruszel.
Now a surprising visitor from the future has charged them with the rescue of the enemy, field marshal Chacon. To ensure success, both Madeline and Dtimun must make personal sacrifices and attempt a dangerous mission behind enemy lines. Sparks fly as each twist and turn throws them closer together than they’ve ever been before, but can they resist acting on desires they have long denied?
If their plans are discovered, they face exile by their own governments and possibly even execution. If they do not act, the future will see the end of civilization itself...
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DIANA PALMER
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The Morcai Battalion: Invictus
Diana Palmer
To all the fine professors at Piedmont College in Demorest, Georgia, who taught me to look at the world in a new and different way. Especially to those I haven’t mentioned in previous dedications who were my mentors in history and other subjects back when I was a college student in the 1990s: Dr. Ralph Singer and Dr. Al Pleysier in the history department; in anthropology, Dr. Max White; in Japanese, Dr. Jeanne White; in Spanish, Dr. Joe Palmer; and in English, Dr. William Smith, among many others.
This science fiction series also owes much to Dr. Rob Wainberg, my mentor for the biological aspects of the Cehn-Tahr (and, I rush to add, any mistakes in interpretation are my own, not his). The idea for the combination of human/Cehn-Tahr genes to restructure Ruszel was his. Hope I got it right, Rob.
This novel is also dedicated to my family: my husband, James; my son, Blayne Kyle; my daughter-in-law, Christina; my granddaughter, Selena Marie; my grandson, Donovan; my sister, Dannis, and her daughters, Amanda Belle Hofstetter and Maggie Cole; my other nieces, Helen Hunnicutt, Valerie Kyle, Kathy Thomas; my nephews, Bobby Hansen and Tony Woodall and their families; Rodney, Paul and James and all their families; my best friend, Ann Vandiver (who forced me to take all my manuscripts out of the closet and market them in the first place); my brothers-in-law, Doug Kyle and Sonny Merck; my sisters-in-law, Kathleen Woodall and Victoria Kyle; my great-nieces and great-nephews, great-great-nieces and nephews and the rest of my wonderful in-laws. And to my extended family, my readers, who keep me going with their affection and loyalty. Love you all.
Contents
SILENCE, MADELINE RUSZEL THOUGHT, was overrated. In the darkness, all alone, she heard nothing outside the room. It was obviously soundproof. She wondered if the Cehn-Tahr needed perfect silence in order to sleep.
The thought made her curious. Memcache, the home planet of the Cehn-Tahr, had become her home since her rescue from a crash on the planet Akaashe with her military unit. Her former Holconcom commander, Dtimun, had defied his government and her own to save her life. She was recuperating from her injuries, but also facing a new and dangerous challenge once she healed. It was hard to sleep with the most momentous decision of her life hanging over her. She was going to agree to a procedure that would change the very structure of her body, and to a mission that might mean her death.
She heard the wind stir outside. She wondered if her former commander had as much trouble sleeping as she was having. This place, this stone fortress, was his home. She was still amazed to find herself here, instead of back on the Tri-Galaxy Fleet’s planet, Trimerius, where wounded military with life-threatening injuries such as hers had been were customarily hospitalized.
She hoped Dtimun wasn’t in too much trouble with his government for pulling the Holconcom out of the Tri-Galaxy Fleet in order to