Novels by Oreoluwa

A pencil can end a war far cleaner than a bullet, provided the hand holding it does not have a hidden trigger beneath the brass latch.The sun sat high and gold over the central plaza of Sector Four, shining bright on thousands of syndicate fighters and armed citizens lined up along the stone barricades. In the middle of the open courtyard, a single wooden table sat resting on the concrete, holding a thick parchment document and an antique brass ink pen.Vance stood by the edge of the administrative steps, his hands trembling as he checked the live broadcast terminal linked to every public screen across the capital district. "The camera feeds are active across all four sectors, Young Master. Everyone is watching this moment."Leo Walker stood beside him, wearing his heavy leather coat. His silver eye circuit spun with a quiet, steady hum, restored to full power after Vance used the bunker capacitors to jump-start his internal flywheel. Thoug

When a mountain decides to speak, even the heavens hold their breath to listen. The peak of Mount Titan exploded in a flash of brilliant purple light that turned the dark morning sky into bright mid-day. A single, solid tungsten slug launched from the hundred-foot double rails with a sound that shattered every glass window across thirty miles of open terrain. The kinetic beam tore through the atmosphere, leaving a blinding blue streak of superheated air behind it. Seconds later, five miles above the clouds, the projectile hit the cartel flagship straight in its central thruster array. A massive yellow fireball expanded in high orbit, visible to every person standing in Sector Four. The heavy trade vessel rocked violently, its main engines instantly vaporized into a cloud of drifting silver debris. Smoke trailed from the ship's stern as its power grid died completely, leaving the flagship floating helpless against the black

A war is not won by the force of your drop-pods, but by the grit of the men standing in the frozen dirt when the smoke clears.Rifle fire ripped through the cold mountain air, ricocheting wildly off the side of the idling armored transport. Leo Walker leaped from the cab, ducking low as energy bolts chewed up the concrete apron behind him."Get behind the tires!" Briggs bellowed, waving the four syndicate soldiers out of the flatbed. "Set up a crossfire on those landing pods!"The syndicate mountain guards took up defensive positions along the vehicle's rear axle, returning fire with their heavy rifles. Across the apron, eight black drop-pods stood smoking in the rubble. Armed cartel shock troops poured out from the hatches, their heavy tactical armor gleaming under the harsh sun."They are pushing straight for the main bunker entry!" a syndicate guard yelled over the deafening noise."Hold the line!" Leo called b

A gun is only as scary as the man holding the trigger, but an orbital cannon makes everyone on the planet drop to their knees.The giant display screen in the center of the underground vault flickered with blue light as Vance locked the comms channel onto the flagship's main bridge frequency. Smoke from the collapsed vault doorway still hung thick in the warm air, but the hum of the mountain rail-cannon echoed deep through the concrete walls."Channel is open, Young Master," Vance said, wiping dust off his glasses. "Every monitor on their bridge can see our targeting locks right now."Leo Walker stepped up to the open optical pickup, his silver eye glowing bright in the dim vault. "Envoy Vane. Look at your bridge instruments."A high-definition projection flared to life in the air above the terminal console. Envoy Vane appeared on the screen, her immaculate white suit slightly wrinkled, her sharp face pale as she looked off-camera at her own flash

A line of code can kill a warship, but only if the hand typing it stays steady while the room burns down around his boots.A massive slab of concrete shattered overhead, crashing onto the stone floor of the vault in a cloud of white dust. Thick ropes dropped through the hole in the ceiling, followed immediately by six cartel operatives clad in heavy black armor. Leading the breach squad was a tall officer carrying a dual-barrel thermal launcher, his golden visor reflecting the pale yellow emergency lights of the chamber."Target identified!" the security chief roared, raising his launcher. "Burn the terminal down! Leave no data behind!""Vance, get to work on that screen!" Leo shouted, stepping directly between the descending mercenaries and the central console. "Briggs, take the left flank behind the server banks!""I am on it, boss!" Briggs yelled, ducking behind a row of heavy iron server racks just as a volley of high-veloc

Ancient iron does not care who holds the key, only that the hand turning it has enough strength to force the lock.The dark air beneath the foundations of the central tower tasted of dry dust, cold concrete, and fifty years of untouched rust. Leo Walker forced open a heavy bronze inspection door, his silver eye circuit casting a sharp beam of blue light into the vast pitch-black tunnel below.Vance hurried down the narrow stone steps behind him, clutching a flickering battery lantern and a bundle of faded blueprint scrolls. "The original city plans showed nothing below the sub-level sewer lines, Young Master. This corridor was built long before the High Council took power."Briggs brought up the rear, his trench rifle raised high as his heavy boots clattered against the old metal steps. "Well, somebody built it, Vance. Look at those steel support beams overhead. They are built like a war bunker.""The cartel readouts from the drill rig were accura