Premise
One man—a gun slinging Western-type is the only human in a position to stop the invasion. Armed with Colt micro-power hand-railguns, he rushes in where the sane would quake in their space boots. Can the Cisco Kid prevail over the terror of the mechanical zogs? The food supply for the civilized worlds is at stake.

Chapter one
Disaster on Colony Five
The crack of lasers and the whine of PW's echoed around the hills surrounding Brianstown. Alarmed at the unusual event people started pouring into the streets looking for answers. Fireballs rose into the darkening sky with resounding explosions that shook the town like God's own thunder. "The zogs are coming," someone shouted running down the road as if being chased by devil himself. "Get your guns. The zogs are coming." "He's bloody mad," someone said. "Zogs ain’t dangerous." To confound the man's statement the luminous two-meter ball of a zog's propelloshpere appeared at the end of Main Street. The machine inside the sphere, no larger than a medium sized dog, had its legs drawn up alongside the body. The powerful PW on the machine's back glowing and ready for action. People stood and looked, stunned by the sight of the intimidating device. Without warning the PW fired. Its powerful blue beam stuttered into the crowd with the howling sound of a Vulcan cannon. People exploded like over stuffed beanbags. The tranquil town instantly became a slaughterhouse of death and confusion. The insane scramble as the onlookers panicked and fled for cover. More and more zogs arrived, gliding over the buildings with the ease of an avenging angel. Firing back became as dangerous as pacifism. The lasers only antagonized the machines and PW's turned them into miniature nuclear explosions. The fireballs consuming everything for fifty meters around then rising slowly into the smoke filled sky. It wasn't a battle it was a slaughter. Few people were armed and even less knew how to conduct a war. The machines drove over the last vestiges of civilization exterminating anything that moved. By sunup nothing remained of Brianstown except smoking ruins. The few guards who had put up a fight are long since vaporized or lost. As quickly as they had arrived the zogs pulled back to the hills. Repair, refuel, and reinforce for the next stage of the attack. The prison colony was fifteen kilometres in diameter and protected by huge mega-lasers. Containing six thousand robo guards and two thousand human guards with almost half a million prisoners, the dregs of human society. The alarm had sounded and signals sent to the federation for help. Pensively the humans awaited the wave of deadly machines to arrive. Women wept and cowards hid as the sun slowly sank over the hills. The sensors picked up more than ten thousand zogs swarming through the valley heading directly to the penal compound.Read at Book Habit.com