Daniel's father has gotten himself killed and left another mess for Daniel to clean up. To save his world from destruction, he must fight off his father's killers while discovering a way to save his world. Time is running out, and Daniel must choose to either walk in his father's footsteps or to re-invent himself into the one to save his world.

EXCERPT

Daniel had to make the move to get the others in the fight, while he went in search for their leader. He held onto the the ship. Then pointed his gun and shot the first of many Zukar with his silent gun before his presence was detected when the water dripped off his Racaden covering.

Several of the men ran for him once he became visible, and he leaped over the edge of the ship to meet them. He spied Nickel and the others creeping over the sides as they shot their guns at several of the men. The shipmates raised their guns to shoot back, but Daniel smiled when the final secret of the Racaden revealed itself by absorbing the shots.

“Ugh!” His chest jerked at the impact. A slight sting remained as shot after shot was absorbed by the Racaden. He knew that it would only work for a limited time, but it was the short advantage he needed to attack his way to the man in the middle who was barking out orders.

A large, muscled Zukar with long braided hair deflected the shot Daniel aimed at him with his deflector bracelet. Then he struck out like lightning to land a punch to Daniel’s face.

“Argh!” the man yelled.

“Oooh!” Daniel’s neck jerked back and light formed behind his eyes. He shook his head, and then landed a punch in the man’s neck. Righting himself, Daniel grabbed his attacker by the hair and kneed up into his chin as he fell. With a grunt, Daniel stabbed him in the back to make sure he staid down.

He pulled his knife out of his attacker, and readied for the next Zukar that charged him. He heard fighting behind him, but pushed away his concern for Nickel and the others. He had to make his way to the tall man standing in the middle of the men running toward him in attack.

He knifed, shot, and kicked those who ran toward him. He hoped the Racaden wouldn’t wear off too soon. He growled in anger when his gun’s last shot spent. Hitting his gun on a charging attacker’s forehead, he pivoted and broke the neck of a short Zukar with his elbow as he led the group coming toward Daniel.

A snarling muscled attacker followed. Daniel grabbed the long red ponytail of another Zukar that had landed a punch to his stomach. “Ugh!” He sliced upward through the attacker’s gut with his knife.

Dropping the slack body of his attacker, he slipped on the bloody deck of the ship.

“Damn!” Before he could stand, a strong firm grip from another Zukar circled his neck. He felt the cold sharp point of the knife that stuck in his back and realized the Racaden had worn off, and his fight was over.

He stood stiffly ready to face his fate and hoped the others fared well. Then he heard a yell and saw movement from the side. His captor’s arm went slack as his lifeless body careened backwards from the shot.

Daniel stood up and turned. Recognition hit him. It can’t be who I think it is. Can’t be.