Frankenstein Supra Project Book 1 by A.D. Wayne Genre: Horror, High Science Fiction
Frankie is a 21st-century computer programmer, turned ufologist when she is approached by the members of the LSS Slicer crew. The starship being commanded by Captain Caldwell. She becomes their most significant asset in the temporal war. Their enemies were ready to die for a spectre of her DNA. The Dome and Rakes in the Scorpius Quadrant forged a betrothal with the Orion Quadrant’s defence, the Alliance. Nowhere is safe anymore. Within Frankie’s DNA, is the infinite knowledge of the Greys. It hides within it how to revive their technology and share their knowledge. Frankie had to remain safe. Like her life, if compromised, could easily mean the end of the Milky Way. Life as she knew, completely shredded. Caldwell promised to keep Earth’s history safe by using Frankie’s knowledge of her home, untainted by the Dome’s time traveling. Caldwell would use Frankie to re-establish her timeline and all others until the Dome’s complete alienation. Not everyone believed Caldwell deserved trust. The mission: save time and space from the 26th century at all costs. **Only 99 cents!!**Goodreads * Amazon
A.D. Wayne started writing before she knew how. Always surrounded by books and encyclopedias, she was curious about what treasures lay hidden within each page. Wayne wrote her first novel when she was only twelve years old and continued to come up with new spooky stories almost every day. Her passion for vampires and history, had her fulfill her dream of becoming an author, who would make “monster nerds” like herself happy. A.D. Wayne is obsessed with research, dark sciences, writing, and always learning. She has diplomas in editing, blogging, social media, self-publishing, creative writing, novel writing, ufology, and astronomy. She is a Paranormal Expert by Quora standards. She has a passion for learning, and her novels reflect her ever-growing desire to know more about ancient history and parapsychology. She writes twisted horror stories but doesn’t forget to add the passion. Website * Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram Pinterest * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads
The ship now seemed entirely emptied, and she got a message on her earpiece, “Frank!
Answer me! Did we hear an explosion, are you, all right? For fuck sake, Frank answer!” She
turned on her vocal emitter, and said, “Yes, I caused the explosion.” Her superior officer,
Commander King, had orders to keep Frankie safe at all costs, and right now, she was several
hundred meters away from him in a ship full of very hungry Rakes, “How the fuck do you
suggest coming back? You blew up the only passage to their working teleportal beam!”
Frankie, with a cool tone in her voice, answered, “It was a risk I was willing to take.” The
Commander didn’t find it one bit amusing, “That’s funny because see. I am the Commander,
and you’re the Lieutenant. I make the decision, you follow my orders.” Frankie followed a
curving corridor and decided to slow down, “Yeah, well I came here to chew bubblegum, and
kickass. I have two plasma guns with a few shots left, and no bubble gum. You do the math.”
Frankie knew Commander Nakamo King wouldn’t understand her reference. Nobody on her
ship understood her puns from the twenty-first century since she was the only one out from her
timeline. She then turned off the device entirely. Frankie knew she would find her crewmates
approaching the place where they were ambushed by Rakes, that according to King, weren’t
supposed to be onboard the abandoned ship. The air was heavy and humid, the stink of the
place burned inside Frankie’s nostrils who wanted to beam out of the ship as soon as she could.
But first, she had to free her men.
Frankie might not have been military material, or at least she thought so until saved by Icefall
II’s Captain. But she had proven herself time, and time again. All those hours spent playing
warfare video games were suddenly paying off, and helped protect herself from something she
possessed that made her quite precious to the Captain of her ship.
The cries were loud, long, and agonizing. The mumbling, and what sounded like the chewing
sounds of animals crawled its way to Frankie’s ears who feared what she was about to see
when turning to the room on her right. She looked at her forearm bracer where it displayed a
monitor screen of all Icefall II members. She saw the fainted life signs of her crewmates and
then turned on the 3D holographic blueprint of the ship showing that on her left would be the
feasting room.
She closed her eyes, knelt to the ground as slowly as she could, and crawled close to the
entrance of the room. Once opened, what she saw, created a sudden gag reflux. There was no
more time to be discreet, as she threw up bile on herself. She jumped on her feet and shot the
two crewmates. Both of them hung from the ceiling by metallic hooks resembling ones used by
fishermen. It pierced through the bruised flesh on their backs. Denuded, the two men were
hanging, their head falling forwards. A wide X incision covered their abdomen, buckets at their
feet, letting the blood drip down as Rakes exposed their tongues.
When Frankie saw the scene, she expected as much, but not for both crewmen to lift their
heads up, orbits emptied from their eyeballs, and screaming without a tongue to articulate their
pain. She shot them both between the eyes, and their heads fell forward instantly once she shot
them both out of their misery. Twenty-eight Rakes came forward, angry, as they showed their
long curving claws perfect to grip their prey as she stepped back. Frankie analyzed the situation
rapidly and calculated her chances of survival if she ran through the ship. 9%. Not high enough.
She thought to herself, she needed another strategy.
Frankie noticed a tall man with a black uniform, and a helmet covering his head. Impossible to
see through, she blinked and hoped her ocular scanning lenses took a picture. She noticed his
belt with a scarab looking device attached to it. “You’ll have to do mate!” She propelled herself
onto the man, elbowed his head, and then his stomach before injecting herself with the
decoding serum, and entered the code, “Sextans A, NGC 3115, Slicer LSS, Authorization Code
05bw3d.”
Frankie shot at the Rakes coming her way until she felt her body dematerializing leaving a
sensation of absolute relaxation. Then everything disappeared until she felt stretched out into a
tube and instantly rematerialized.
“What was the idea, Lieutenant Stein?”
“Yes, I’m happy I’m alive too.”
“Lieutenant!”
Frankie got back on her feet. The man covered in a black military suit was about to lift himself
up, so Frankie kicked his head and knocked him out for the third time. She walked down the
circular Decoder pedestal, holding her head with one hand. She was covered in soot and
sweating like she just went for a hundred-kilometer marathon. King was yelling at her. She had
to follow his orders when away on missions. Then Frankie felt shivers grabbing onto her spine
crawling its way to the back of her neck when he walked in the room.
“Lieutenant Stein, what is this Khe Agent doing on my ship?”
It seemed as if Frankie lost her words, the entire language indeed. She walked back to the Khe
Agent, grabbed his teleportal device also known as a PBU, and unlocked his helmet. She then
caught on to its ocular lenses on his eyeballs and retrieved the chip placed in his bracer. She
walked down the Decoder and handed it to Captain Caldwell, who had turned forty-nine years
old the week before.
“This Khe Agent was the relic we were looking for.” Frankie admitted, “I read his signature when
we teleported about the supposedly abandoned ship.” She mentioned slowly looking at her
superior officer with a frowned as he affirmed the wrecked ship deserted by the crew. “These
objects, once I analyze them, will prove to be the missing parts of previous encoded Grey
artifacts left behind. It also proves our theory of the Rakes working alongside the Dome…um…
Sir.”
Frankie looked down when her Captain asked with his grave, and commanding voice, “How
were you able to use the PBU? You needed access to a Rake code.” Frankie wasn’t about to
reveal all of her secrets to her Captain, and so she answered, “As for the Portable Beaming
Unit, I…um” She cleared her throat before King said, “She disobeyed my orders, and went on a
silly mission to—” Caldwell raised his hand before King, and uninterestingly nodded, his eyes
fixed on Frankie, “Yes, yes, yes, subordination, who gives a fuck Commander. We’re at war.”
He had Frankie look into his eyes, “How did you get that code?” She had to think fast, “I hacked
their system, and copied one of their codes when I knew a Khe Agent was onboard the ship.”
Captain Caldwell smiled, “Moved the prisoner to the brig until Dr. Gillman can start the
rehabilitation process.” Before leaving the room, Caldwell glanced at Frankie one last time,
subtly winked, and grinned before saying, “Good work, Lieutenant.” Followed by, “Both of you
take a shower, and report to Dr. Gillman.”
Frankie couldn’t help but smile, and with the objects in her hands, about to walk out she felt
King’s grip on her shoulder. She knew he would again lecture her about how the Captain was a
weirdo, and not to let him inside her head. He tried his best to have the Captain lose interest in
Frankie, but it never worked. She would get away with many things, but then again, “I’m not a
real soldier, Nakamo.” She said.
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